Author: Frederick T.
Title: Welcome to America !
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (MF anal oral war violence)(M+F+mf+ first oral orgy)(M+f+F+ oral mild bd dp)(no sex)
Language: English

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   @(C) 2002 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.

                               !!! WARNING !!!

    The following narration is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  You have been warned !  The author accepts no 
responsibility should this material fall into the hands of minors or people 
who would be upset reading the fictional accounts of fictional character's 
sexual experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  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 you might also like some of the 
stories at <http://www.asstr.org/~Frederick_T/>.  Located there is a synopsis 
of 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 all of the characters are mentioned in the 
synopsis 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.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently 
found ?  In other words: 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.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."  
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                                WILLY TAMARACK
                             ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
                                 FOR A WHILE
                                 THE STORIES

                            "Welcome to America !"
                         (MF anal oral war violence)
                          (M+F+mf+ first oral orgy)
                           (M+f+F+ oral mild bd dp)
                                   (no sex)

                                      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.....

    He was buried in them...Swimming through them...Woman's body parts...Arms, 
legs, hips, stomachs, heads, shoulders, hands, feet, asses...Now, it was 
getting interesting !  Asses, big and fat and lean and skinny; some with a lot 
of hair between their cheeks, some with little or none.  He like the hairless 
ones...And breasts, big ones, small ones; some with great big areolae, some 
with small...All shades of tan...And nipples, the same.  And pussies...Shit !  
Pussies galore...Some were hairy, some shaven, some were bare...Because...You 
guessed it...They were a bit under age.  He was surrounded by flesh...Human 
female flesh and it all smelled like pussy.  He was holding his breath, 
swimming to the surface...Following the bubbles that escaped from his mouth 
and he was running out of breath...Both arms stroking, the AK-47 slung over 
his shoulder.  The safety was off and now he knew how to use the weapon.

    Oh !  How times had changed.  He was so young and so scared and now he was 
so old but he wasn't scared anymore.  He watched his air bubbles breaking the 
surface of the bodies.  He laughed.  A whole mouth full of bubbles escaped 
toward the surface.  They were running between the cheeks of a very nice ass.  
He wondered if the lady was embarrassed, feeling the bubbles tickle her private 
parts ?

    It was dark below but the surface appeared gray.  Maybe a dark shade of 
gray but lighter than where he was.  He broke the surface with a big "Wooosh" 
and sucked the humid air into his lungs, his legs kicking against body parts 
to keep his head above the surface.  The beach was black and the moon appeared 
orange...Almost red.  He struggled to the beach and then up on to the sand, 
looked over his shoulder and found his wingman out on the flank.  They nodded 
to each other and moved off toward the higher ground.

    The men appeared out of the darkness, all of them carrying weapons.  The 
two lone men felt invisible...Invincible...And both of them started firing 
from the hip.  The men, approaching the surf, were mowed down...It was like 
they couldn't see the intruders...Arms and legs flying in all directions.  The 
two men from the sea could see bits and pieces of flesh and bone being torn 
from the men yet they kept firing...Their ammunition unlimited and...Kept 
firing and firing until the last man was down.  Their blood, black, blending 
with the sand of the beach.

    Beyond the beach, on a bluff, sat a castle.  The two men moved off toward 
it at a trot.  The distance was short.  When they kicked in the door, the sun 
exploded out of the entrance...Bright and everlasting.  Both men shielded 
their eyes but moved on through the hallway in front of them.  The light got 
brighter and along the way they saw visions of comrades, long past gone.  
Their comrades waved to them, encouraged them along...The two men waving back, 
speaking greetings to several of the visions.

    They burst into a room that was as large as the universe and populated 
with millions and millions of people and in the center was the One.  The 
millions started cheering and yelling and screaming; hooting and hollering as 
the two men fell to their knees.....

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

    The "Philippine Princess" slowly made her way through the calm water off 
the California coast.  At the rear of the ship, two middle-aged men stood at 
the railing.  One was about ten years older than the other.  Faces bronzed by 
the sun, their hair was long and scraggly as were their beards and mustaches.  
The older man's hair, in a long pony tail, reached down to the middle of his 
back, sun bleached...Almost white.  The younger one's was dark and looked more 
like an afro but was too long to form the characteristic halo of a sixty's 'fro; 
it drooped around his face and down on to his shoulders.

    The small filipino made his way to the rear of the ship, looking for the 
foreign men.  He saw their silhouettes against the pale moon, rising from the 
Southeast horizon.  He called to them.  "Almost time."  They waved.

    "Well...Time to shit or get off the pot."  The younger guy laughed at the 
older guy's comment.  He bent to lift the nose of the surfboard at his feet to 
the ship's railing.  Overhead the net was being moved toward them.  It was 
lowered and fell in a heap just to the right of them.  The older man was 
struggling to lift his surfboard to the railing while the younger man bent, 
spreading out the netting.  They helped each other drag the surfboards into 
the netting and then gave a thumbs up toward the pilot house.  The noise of 
the crane was noticeable as it lifted the two surfboards.

    While the surfboards were raised, the two men stripped off their clothes 
and packed them into the plastic bags that held their possessions.  It took 
them only minutes to don the wet suits and now they blended with the night.  
Almost together they picked up the AK-47's and slung them over their 
shoulders.  The younger man grabbed a hold of the netting and lifted himself 
up, reaching back and offering the older man a hand.

    "Fuck you, Dale !"  The older man whispered as he grabbed the netting with 
both hands and leapt off the decking.  They looked like spidermen with their 
legs and arms entwined in the netting and now the crane was hoisting them over 
the side.  Down the netting went.  It made almost no noise as it slid into the 
water.  The younger man quickly had his board free and was sitting astride it 
as the older man struggled to free his board from the drifting netting.

    "Need some help, old man ?"  The younger man laughed.

    "Fuck you, sonny boy."  The older man hissed, finally freeing himself from 
the netting.  He lay prone on his board and took several powerful strokes away 
from the ship then jumped to his knees.  He kept paddling until he was several 
hundred feet from the ship.  The younger man followed.

    The younger man quickly pulled abreast and passed the older man.  The 
older man, while still on his knees, coasting; fished a bic lighter from 
inside his wet suit and flicked it twice...Holding the flame lit for about two 
seconds each time.  From the pilot house he saw the flashlight blink back 
twice.  He put the lighter away and stroked to catch up with his comrade.  
Behind them, they could hear the ship's increased engine noise as it motored 
on up the coast toward San Pedro.  The younger man paused, gazed for a moment 
at the ship and then dug his hands into the water to keep pace with the older 
man.

                                    #####

    Mrs. Elaine Tamarack was about a week away from her eightieth birthday.  
It was zero two hundred hours.  Elaine couldn't remember if she'd ever been up 
this early ?  She put on a pot of water for tea and then went back up stairs 
to dress.  The water was boiling when she walked back down stairs in a dark 
sweat suit and tennis shoes.  At exactly zero three hundred hours, Elaine 
backed the brand new Toyota Van out of the garage and drove off toward the 
freeway.  Since her husband's stroke about a year and a half ago, Elaine 
rarely traveled far from where she lived without friends with her.  She was 
anxious as she hadn't driven on the freeway in...She couldn't remember how 
long ?

    The drive was boring and Elaine was happy they picked this time of the 
morning as the traffic was almost non-existent.  She picked up the sign that 
said, "San Onfre - 10 miles" and noted the odometer.  Three miles later she 
doused the lights, pulled off and parked on the shoulder of the freeway.  She 
hoped a police officer didn't stop and inquire as to why she was parked out 
here in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.

    She stared at the fence and the sand dunes beyond it.  She was early but 
better early than late.  Elaine glanced at her watch - zero four ten.  Another 
thirty minutes or so and if they didn't show...Well, she'd do it all over 
again tomorrow morning.  After all, what else did she have to do except take 
care of William ?

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

    I was starting to run out of gas.  Fuck !  Ten miles seemed like such a 
lark when we talked about it.  But even though the plan was over a year old we 
didn't start working out...Well, really working out until six weeks ago.  
Eleven September changed a lot of plans, I imagine.  So we put it off for 
another six months or so.  The view from the magic box told us that things 
were getting back to normal but the increased vigilance and security worried 
me.

    Dale was pulling away so I dug my arms harder.  The coconut shells, I was 
using as knee pads, were just about gone.  We'd soaked them for a day to make 
them soft enough to use and I figured they'd last the entire trip ?  My legs 
were cramped from kneeling for most of the trip...They fucking hurt like hell 
and I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk once we hit the beach.

    Dale was about fifty feet in front of me when he pulled up and sat astride 
his board.  I wondered why he stopped and unconsciously slowed my stroking.  
Dale was looking back over his shoulder toward me and I figured he was going 
to give me some shit about not being able to keep up.  All of a sudden he was 
prone on his board and stroking like a fool.

    Like a light bulb flashed on in my head...He was paddling for a wave !  
Without even looking behind me, I stroked like it was the end of the world.  
My shoulders ached, burned.  My knees had destroyed the coconut shells and 
were grinding against the fiber glass of the board but I put the pain behind 
me and kept stroking.  I felt the wave lift me and fell to my stomach.  I 
looked over to the right and saw Dale grinning at me through his dark beard, 
his teeth as white as the moon.

    He was lying prone, as I was, and holding on with both hands as the wave 
propelled us toward the shore.  My legs below the knees were numb and I was 
holding on for dear life although the wave was only about three feet.  The 
shore surprised the shit out of me and I continued forward for a moment as the 
board came to a rapid halt on the sand of the beach.  Fuck !  I hoped the 
marines were taking the night off as I was in no shape to escape and evade 
several hundred of them as we carried the boards to the fence line.

    I fell when I tried to get up off the board but then started giggling as I 
noticed Dale crawling toward me.

    "Fuck !  Malibu...Who's stupid fucking idea was this ?  I don't think I 
can walk."  We both tried to suppress laughter but the moment passed quickly.  
I rose and moved toward the nose of my board then lifted it to my waist.  Dale 
was at the tail block doing the same thing.  We moved toward his board, laying 
about fifty feet down the beach, our plastic bags dangling from our waists.

    As if rehearsed, we bent, retrieved his board from the water and started 
walking up the beach.  I could hear Dale chanting...Almost like a cadence and 
matched his rhythm as we marched up the beach.  It was darker than shit and I 
wasn't exactly sure where we were ?  We crossed several dunes before Dale 
called a halt.

    "Yo !  Willy, you got any idea where the fuck we are ?"  To be honest I 
didn't.  Shit !  Camp Pendleton was, who knows how big ?  It all seemed so
easy when we planned it out but now that we were on the beach...Fuck !  
Everything looked the same.  We lowered the boards to the sand and took a 
breather.  I was dying for a cigarette or better yet a joint.  I quickly put 
those ideas to rest and gazed off toward the east.

    If we got to the fence it was a fifty-fifty proposition.  I got to my feet 
and Dale followed my lead.  Off we went...One, two, three, four...Air force, 
or something like that.  I was in the ozone and wasn't sure I could continue.  
We stopped to rest again.

                                    #####

    Elaine was sitting peacefully, sipping her hot tea.  She'd made a whole 
thermos full and was hoping to share it with her son.  Oh !  God ! How she 
hoped he made it.  Elaine had not told his father that Willy might be home 
today.  She didn't want to put any stress on him at all...Thought she saw a 
movement off to her right, beyond the fence line.  She stared in that 
direction but could see nothing now.  What the hell !?  She flicked on the 
head lights for just a moment or two.  Nothing.  Her night vision went to shit 
so she took another sip of hot tea.

    I was staring off to the East when my mother flicked on the lights.  My 
brain registered the flash of head lights but it was several seconds before I 
rose to my feet and told Dale it was time to go.  I'm sure he thought I was 
crazy.  "Come on, sonny boy...We're just about home free now !"

    Ten minutes later we dropped the boards at the fence line.  I could see 
the silhouette of the van about two hundred feet away.  I told Dale to search 
for the cut in the barbed wire while I dug around in the sand for the G.I. 
shovel I'd buried here about five years ago.  Dale was busy unhooking the wire 
while I marched three paces off from the post nearest the highway.  I started 
digging and in little or no time hit pay dirt.  Well, it really wasn't pay 
dirt but the stash of dope and cash I'd buried here...Seems like decades ago.  
I pulled the plastic bag out of the sand and helped Dale carry one of the 
surfboards through the wire.

    Elaine was day dreaming...Thinking of better times...When Willy was a 
child and the fun they had...Going to the beach and watching him play football 
and Connie, his girl friend...Oh !  Those were the times.....

    .....The dark figures appeared right in front of the van and Elaine was 
terrified.  Jesus !  Mary !  And Joseph !  What was she going to do...Who were 
they ?  Police ?  Rapists ?  Criminals ?

    I ripped open the front door to the van and the overhead light flashed on.  
"Oh !  Jezz...Mom...Turn off the light."  Elaine reached back and flicked off 
the lamp and I dove over the consol and started crying.  I had my face buried 
in her lap and her hands were running through my hair.  She was sobbing but I 
was crying like a baby.

    "Hate to break up the reunion, folks, but I think we'd better get our 
butts out of here !"  It was Dale.  I pushed myself away from my mother and 
scrambled out of the van to help him with the first surfboard.  We both 
struggled to get it into the back of the van and by then Elaine had the motor 
started and was ready to go.  I tossed the bags of dope and cash into the back 
and went with Dale to retrieve the second surfboard.  In less than ten minutes 
we were tooling North on I-5.

    "Willy, you need a hair cut."  If she noticed the AK-47's she chose not to 
say anything about them.  Dale and I were fast asleep in the back of the 
van...Protecting our surfboards.  They were very valuable, each having over a 
hundred pounds of Yamashita's gold inlaid with the balsa wood and the foam and 
the fiber glass.

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

     The two young skaters were girls.  They slowed their movement and 
coasted.  The man was in front of them; taking up almost the whole sidewalk, 
waving them down.  He had long gray hair tied in a pony tail, bleached almost 
white.  It just about reached his waist.  He had a beard and mustache...His 
eyes like beacons on his golden brown face.  He was carrying a long surfboard 
and if the girls were a little older...Yea !  Like about a generation or so, 
they might remember them - the long surf boards, that is.

    They started giggling as the old guy dug in his "T" shirt like he was 
looking for something while still holding the surfboard with one arm.  A big, 
fat green marijuana cigarette fell to the pavement.

    They were still moving slowly and the guy was talking.  "Aaah !  Aaaahh !  
Could you direct me to this house ?"  The girls laughed and skated on past.

    Fuck !  This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought.  I'd been walking up 
and down the Balboa Peninsula for two hours and hadn't got the least bit of a 
bite.  The tempo of the beach was very normal...Like Eleven September had 
never happened.  It was almost freaky.  Bush talking on TV about being at war.  
Shit !  The Israelis just ripped the shit out of the PLO...And everyone down 
here wondering where to go for dinner ?

    At least Dale and I came back during the Summer.  Shit !  I don't think I 
could handle the winter here after our time in the P.I.  Anyway, I was looking 
for Erin O'Connell Tamarack, my wife...Well, one of my wives...Long story.

    So, whenever Erin talked about the beach...Well, she was talking about the 
Balboa peninsula.  She'd always talked about settling down in one of those 
houses, right along the boardwalk...Well, it really wasn't board...Standard 
cement...Anyway...I'm trying to pick up a girl and then through her find some 
teenagers who can fan out and check all the houses, posing as magazine 
sellers...To get through college...Pretty ingenious, if I do say so myself !

    I was down near the pier when I found her.  Tall with blonde hair, hardly 
any chest at all...Probably fifteen, surely short of sixteen.  She was hanging 
out with a group of kids and the boys were trying to act macho while the girls 
tried to act disinterested.  In reality they were dying for it.  I wandered on 
over and asked as I fumbled with the "T" shirt again.  The joint fell to the 
ground and I just kept on asking stupid questions like I was in the ozone.  

    Funny thing is...I am.  Dale's paralleling my progress...Just walking down 
the beach...Now, in all reality, Dale should be carrying the board.  Jeeeez !  
He was a finalist at Huntington Beach way back when but Dale doesn't have the 
magic quite yet.  He's working on it and getting pretty good but this couldn't 
be a training session.

    Gail Knewsome saw the joint right off and figured the guy didn't see it 
fall.  Shit !  He was lucky to be standing...Was so fucking stoned.  Gail 
couldn't figure out how he could carry that big surfboard ?

    "Aaaah...Mister."  She really exaggerated the "Aaaah".  "The house you're 
looking for is way down the beach."  She pointed off to the South...Which was 
really Southeast...I think ?  Fuck !  I'm so stoned.

    "Aaaah...Thanks."  I walked down the boardwalk toward the address I'd 
written on the piece of paper.  The paper lay about ten feet from the joint, 
where I dropped it while trying to put it back in the "T" shirt pocket.  Now, 
the waiting.

    Gail and the group of kids skated on down the boardwalk away from the old 
man.  One of the guys picked up the piece of paper.  Gail had picked up the 
joint.  Soon the five of them were skating very fast, arriving at Gail's house 
in a little under ten minutes.  Gail had spent every Summer down here since 
she was ten.  Six wonderful Summers.  She'd grown up with these kids...Every 
Summer.  They had scored big time today !

    Twenty minutes later, stoned out of their minds, they tried to devise a 
plan which would allow them to obtain more of the wonderful weed they'd just 
smoked.  Action was at least twenty-four hours away, though, as they were all 
too wiped out to get up off Gail's bedroom floor.....

    .....I was pacing while Dale drank a cup of coffee.  "Relax, Willy.  I'm 
telling you, nothing until this afternoon...Tet '68.  They'll try to surround 
the house with eyes.  They're scared to death...Come on...Relax, Malibu.  
They'll be here.  You haven't lost it...Not that you've had to use it much in 
the last year or so but the karma is still with you."

    At exactly noon, Dale wandered out and set up a lawn chair in the 
sand...About a hundred feet toward the ocean.  He was partially hidden by a 
sand dune and if you weren't paying attention you might miss him.  In a 
shallow trench right next to him was one of the AKs, wrapped in a beach towel.  
Dale's idea.  I didn't think it was necessary but, by now, had started to 
place my faith in his tactical decisions.  They were usually right on 
target...A shack !

    I heard Dale key the mic.  It was just before two.  "Here they come...All 
five...No skates...Three going down toward the alley way."  I rushed upstairs 
to peek out the back.  I was looking over the sill of the top floor, back 
bedroom window.  Here they came down the alley.  I rushed back down stairs and 
got there just as the front door bell sounded.  I peeked out the front window 
and saw the tall blonde girl with a guy that was just barely her size.  They 
looked toward me and I held up my hand before rushing to the front door.

    "Ooooh !  Wow !  Visitors...I don't get many.  Wow !  Come on in."  And I 
hadn't even smoked a joint yet.

    The two of them hesitated.  "Oh !  Come on...Your friends are in the 
alley.  I'm sure you've set a time or something...But...Hey !  Invite them in.  
It's cool."  I held up my hands like I had nothing to hide.

    They looked at each other for a moment.  Then the young guy put his hand 
on the girl's shoulder and said.  "Go get the others."  She didn't move.  
"Come on, Gail...Go."  The young lady hesitated for a second or two and then 
dashed off the front patio; leaped off the stairs and sprinted toward the 
corner.  I backed further into the front room.  The front door remained wide 
open.

    I stretched out my hand and blurted out.  "Hi !  I'm Willy.  You liked the 
stuff, right ?"  He was silent.  "Well, suit yourself."  I wandered over to 
the stereo and turned up the volume a bit...A real mellow Buffalo Springfield.  
I sat on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table.  The TV screen was 
filled with the video of one of Bruce Brown's early movies...Shit !  I can't 
remember the name...The one with all the Phil Edwards in it...

    A few moments later, the young guy moves towards the couch and sits on the 
arm rest.  He's interested in the surfing but spending a lot of time looking 
at me.  I'm sure he's not too comfortable.  I watched his expression change 
when he spied the dope.  He was torn between his fear and the three ounces of 
bud, I had lying on the table.  A small pipe sat right next to it.  He was 
having a hard time dividing his attention between the fantastic surfing 
footage on the big screen T.V., the dope and me.

    The four others rushed up the front steps and burst into the front room.  
They abruptly slowed down and tried to act casual when they found their friend 
sitting on the edge of the couch, now ensconced with Phil Edwards at Cotton's 
Point.

    "Sit down...Watch."  I moved off the couch and walked toward the kitchen.  
"Cokes, ok ?"  I called out over my shoulder, followed by.  "Hey !  How about 
someone shutting the front door ?"

    When I re-entered the front room, I was carrying a tray with six cokes on 
it plus six glasses filled with ice.  I set the tray on the coffee table.  The 
front door was closed so I sat on the floor across from them.  The three girls 
on the couch with a boy at each end.  They, like their friend, had their 
attention divided between the dope, me and the movie behind me.  I got to my 
feet and went over to turn down the volume.  I was facing them.

    "I need a favor...Need to find a woman about my age...Probably looks a lot 
younger than me, though.  She lives some where along the boardwalk."  I nodded 
toward the baggie of bud.  "That's the prize for this treasure hunt.  What do 
you think ?  Think you can find her ?"

                           ***** CHAPTER FOUR *****

    "If she's here ?  We'll find her."  It was the blonde.

    I nodded my head.  "Thanks."  I got up and walked to the T.V.  "Here's a 
picture.  Sorry.  I only have one and I can't give it to you."  I tossed it on 
the table and walked to the front windows.  "I've got a friend covering my 
six...Ok, if he comes in ?"  One of the guys nodded while waiting his turn to 
look at the picture.  I'm sure he had no idea what I was talking about.  I 
pulled the shade down and went back to sit on the floor.

    "I'd ask you to stay and get stoned with me but then you just might not 
quite get the job done."  I laughed.

    Dale was standing in the doorway to the kitchen when the tall blonde girl 
got up.  "I'm Gail.  What's your name ?"  The kid, who I introduced myself to 
earlier, blurted out.  "Willy."

    I smiled.  "Just find her...Do not...And I want to make this perfectly 
clear.  Do not approach her.  Just come back here and the prize is yours.  
Then maybe I can use you in phase two ?"  They were running toward the door 
when I yelled.  "Stop !"

    They turned as a group almost and looked back at me.  "You're selling 
magazines."  I nodded my head toward the order blanks on the end table.  
"Don't sell any though.  I'm not in the magazine business."  Dale burst out 
laughing and the kids rushed to the order blanks.

    More waiting but this time I got righteously stoned.  The youngsters were 
back in a little under two hours.  I opened the door wide as they all trooped 
in.  I'd wrapped up the lid of dope in a rubber band.  There was loose dope 
lying on the table along with a small bong.  The odor of hemp was strong and 
there was a haze of smoke about waist high through out the front room.  We 
assumed our original positions and Gail told me the address.

    I pushed the baggie toward her and reached for the bong.  I was torching 
it up when they stood.  I motioned them down and passed the bong across the 
table to Gail.  She looked back and forth at her friends and then reached for 
the bong.  Two hours later they staggered out, promising to be back later so I 
could explain the next phase.....

    .....They were right on time, about an hour before sunset...Lots of 
shadows.  I sent the oldest boy, Allen, with Gail.  Dale already had the place 
staked out and...Well, I sent the other kids home after I explained the plan 
and told them to be back tomorrow about noon and we'd party again.

    Less than five minutes after Gail and Allen rang the door bell, Erin 
O'Connell Tamarack dashed out the back of the beach house and went through the 
alley toward her car.  She was prepared.  I felt admiration for her.  It 
welled up inside of me and I teared up a little.  I followed at a discrete 
distance and, as she was sticking the key into the lock, came up behind her.

    "You're safe now, Erin.  Get in the car like you know me...Call out a 
name, anything but Willy or Dale and then open the other door.  Head toward 
PCH but don't take the ferry."  I whispered.  I saw her tense up but then 
smoothly throw her bag in the back of the orange bug and slide in.

    She was driving and already on Balboa Blvd. before we said a word to each 
other.  I spoke.  "I'm taking you to a very secure place.  You won't have to 
run any longer.  The problem is being taken care of as we speak."  Now, this 
was total bullshit but probably believable at the time.

    We parked in a covered garage at the Fashion Center mall.  Fuck !  No one 
was going to find it.  Dale pulled up behind us and I grabbed her bag as I got 
out of the bug.  I helped her into the front seat of the van and jumped into 
the back.  The AK was on the seat between Erin and Dale.

    "Willy Tamarack...You son of a bitch...Where the fuck have you been !?"  
She climbed over the seat and sprawled all over me.  Our mouths met, our 
tongues dueled and then she was raining my face with kisses.

    "Ok...Folks...Let's get our shit together here."  It was Dale from the 
front seat.  We had tinted windows in the rear and I started checking the 
traffic with binoculars.  I had to push the two large fat surfboards out of 
the way and they pinched my neck between them.

    Erin climbed back over into the front seat and we were a team.  We arrived 
behind the house, Dale and I were renting...In the alley, really.  I had Erin 
through the back yard and into the house in under ten seconds.  Dale drove 
away, blacked out.

    I turned and found Erin staring at the AK dangling at my side.  "Willy !  
What the fuck is that ?"

    I laughed and hefted it a bit.  "Erin, this is an equalizer.  Relax.  No 
big deal any more.  I haven't been scared for a while now...Well, a little 
when we were transporting the gold...It was a lucky shot, Dale may disagree 
but he's just being kind to an old man.  We've got some work to do, wife of 
mine, and then we have to find a place where we can settle down without every 
tom, dick and harry poking their noses into our business.  Not, that I ever 
suspected you were with them...It was just better this way...In the long 
run...Anyway...You've been drafted on to the team.  Relax."

    Erin was in my arms, crying, when I lifted her face and kissed her.  I 
watched the tears escape from the corners of her eyes.  The one nearest was 
filling up and dribbled down on to our lips.  It tasted of salt.  I picked her 
up and carried her up stairs.

    It took us over an hour to get undressed.  I kissed every part of her body 
that I uncovered and she was already cuming before I reached her snatch.  It 
was bushy and there was some gray in it just like mine.  Oh !  Just a couple 
of hairs but gray all the same.  I was licking her wet, pink cunt lips when 
she rolled over and damn near broke my neck.

    She sat right on my face and then leaned forward and starting removing my 
pants.  When she got my cock out she started sucking it while her hands pushed 
my pants down.  I struggled to get them off but she was already mounting me.  
I was buried in her and she was screaming.  I was fucking her...Like a mad 
man, hands on her hips watching her butt slide up and down my cock.  I spread 
her ass apart and watched her anus wrinkle every time she filled herself with 
me.

    I wet my finger and slowly wormed it into her asshole.  It was surrounded 
with a lot of curly, black hairs.  I soon had a good rhythm going...The same 
as hers sliding up and down my cock.  I pushed her over to her back and then 
struggled to turn her over.  My pants got all caught up around my ankles and 
while I untangled myself and took off my shoes and socks; Erin got to her 
knees in front of me, wiggling her ass at me.

    "Come on, Willy...You want my ass...I know you do."  I was in lust and 
scrambled to my knees, moving behind her.  She'd reached back and spread her 
butt apart and I pressed the head of my cock right against her anus.  When I 
grabbed her hips, I sunk about four inches in her ass.  She was screaming up a 
storm and I was sure the neighbors could hear her.

    Erin couldn't believe how big Willy's cock felt.  Jesus !  Did he grow ?  
She buried her head in the pillow to stifle her screams and felt her ass 
being torn apart as Willy sunk himself in her.  He started fucking immediately 
and she was surprised how gooie her anus was.  Oh !  God !  He felt great in 
her ass...Like a good sized hot dog just pumping in and out between her buns.  
The inside of her thighs were wet.  She imagined her pussy was drooling 
lubrication...Willy's cunt butter.  He started jerking around behind her and 
she knew he was spent.

    I pushed Erin prone on the mattress and my cock slipped out of her ass.  
She rotated her butt up and I forced it back in.  It was shrinking fast and 
she was wiggling around below me.

    "Want me to pop a pill ?"

    "I love you, Willy Tamarack."

    "I love you, too, Erin O'Connell Tamarack.  Well..."

    "Not now, Willy.  I've got too much to tell you and it's all up here."  
She was pointing to her head.  "I repeat it all every night before I go to 
bed."

    I rolled off her and pulled her to me.  "I'm sure you do, Mrs. Tamarack.  
Wanna start ?"

    "Yea....."  And it started.

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

    I threw around some ideas as the three of us ate.  I'd asked Erin to 
repeat the entire story to Dale.  It was almost word for word what she told me 
the night before.

    "Well...What do you think ?"

    Dale remained padlocked on Erin but when she didn't say anything, he 
started.  "Hey !  The way I look at it...We got to 'what if' this to death, 
Malibu.  It's July...The territory takes a South swell.  I figure we wait 
until late fall.  You kept telling me all the time how you hate Las Vegas in 
the Summer.  We'll do a little surfing...Chase some beach bunnies.  Not many 
going to fuck with us down here.  We're in our element...The novae rich !"  
Both of the men were deeply tanned and looked much younger than their age. 
Willy had lost twenty pounds in the P.I.  Dale was ten years his junior.....

    .....The three of them were down about half way to the ocean, sitting on 
top of a sand dune.  Nobody could read lips this far out and one of those high 
powered things, that pick up sound, was worthless out here in the afternoon 
with a twenty knot sea breeze blowing.

    "Erin ?"

    "I agree with Dale, Willy.  A good start but we need to go over a lot more 
`what if's.'"

    Before I could say "right" Dale was pointing.  I turned and found just two 
kids wandering up the boardwalk.  I got up and waved.  The kids headed off 
through the sand and I met them about half way.  I threw my arms around both 
of them.  The boy flinched but the girl hugged back.  "Thanks."

    The five of us shared a bowl full or two and then wandered up to the 
house.  Dale knew what I was up to but I wasn't sure about Erin ?  I lit up 
another bowl in the front room and put on some Beatles...Abby Road, I think ?  
We all sat around for a while and then Erin got up and said, "I'll get some 
refreshments."

    Erin was back in about five minutes.  She put a fruit plate on the table 
and then rushed back into the kitchen.  She called from the kitchen.

    "Willy !"

    I got up and moved toward the kitchen.  Erin threw her arms around me and 
whispered in my ear.  "You're going to seduce that young girl...Aren't you ?"  
I bit her neck and grabbed her ass.  I had my hand inside her bottoms in 
seconds.  Her ass had sand on it.  I started to get hard.

    "You want her, don't you ?"  Erin hissed.  I kissed her.  She tried to 
talk and both of us started laughing.  I went back into the front room.  Dale 
was in a very serious conversation with Allen.  Neither of them made a bit of 
sense.  Erin walked over and asserted.  "Dale, you're so stoned...Go sit down.  
I want to talk with Allen."  You could almost see the young guy lean away from 
her.  Erin was nowhere near as subtle as Carol.

    I walked over to Gail, taking a hit off the bong as it passed.  "I'd love 
to photograph you in the nude."  Not likely to succeed but you never knew ?  
Gail opened her mouth but nothing came out.  We were real stoned.  I laughed.  
She joined me.  I held her hand as we made our way to the upstairs bedroom.  
Dale'd be in the next room...Really high tech this time...Much better than my 
earlier attempts.  Having a partner...Two, really and I was working on three, 
maybe four ?

    I sat her on the bed and went to get the photo album.  We were sitting 
together when I opened it up...All polaroids...Some good, some bad but I 
fucked just about every one of them...Twenty-six and not one over seventeen.  
My Summers of sin in Las Vegas.  I felt Gail tense up as she stared at about a 
fourteen year old girl pulling her "T" shirt up over her head.  In the next 
picture, her bra was visible and then her tits, nipples all tight.  I turned 
the page.  The next page had a thirteen year old girl named, no shit !  Peggy 
Sue.  I didn't get to first base with her.  All I had was clothed shots.

    "I do both.  You interested ?"  She reached out and turned the page.  A 
sixteen year old was pulling her pants down.  She had curly brown pussy hair 
covering her lower stomach and was one of my favorites.

    "Yea."  It was a whisper.  I got up and picked up the camera.  It was 
digital and hooked up to a big fat, gazillion gig hard drive.  I could edit at 
my leisure and then record to cd.  I was in heaven.  Only one video camera but 
a human operator, much better than my original...Oh !  Shit !  I already said 
that.

    She was down to her underwear in less than five minutes.  My boner was 
clearly visible.  I'd caught her looking at it twice.  The third time I 
reached down and gave it a squeeze.  I thought she was going to go "bug eyed" 
on me.  I looked up from the view finder and told her to roll over, on to her 
stomach.

    Part of her ass was sticking out of her white under panties and I was in 
outer space.  My cock was like a lead weight in my trunks...A real light nylon 
that dried in minutes.  I was squeezing it again when she looked back and 
tried to cover her ass.  She saw me playing with myself and froze.  I snapped.  
The flash went off and then she yanked the panties down over her exposed 
cheek.

    "How about pulling 'em down a little ?"  She looked back like I was 
talking to someone else in the room.  She wiggled around a little and finally 
bared a little crack.  I dropped my trunks and was stroking myself.  Almost to 
the point of no return.

    She turned and looked at her crack first and then my bare cock.  I was 
just wagging it around, it was almost full of blood but still a little spongy.

    "Can I pull them down some more  ?"  She just nodded.  I left the camera 
and knee walked up on to the bed.  I kept my cock in one hand and reached for 
her panties with the other.  She looked forward as I bared her ass.  I was up 
off the bed and snapping, her panties stretched around mid-thigh.

    "Roll over, Gail."  It was a whisper and she looked around the room as if 
there might be somebody else in the room with us.  She rolled over and I 
openly stroked.  Her lower stomach was covered with a down of very light brown 
hair in the shape of an oval almost.  Heavier in the center but trailing off 
to a fine fuzz at her hips.  Her belly button was very shallow and I was in 
like Flynn.  Not one had ever refused me after going this far.

    "Can I take them off ?"  She just nodded and I'm sure Dale was stroking it 
like a fool.  I know I would be.  I was up on the bed, yanking them down and 
off her feet.  She still had some flip flops on and I was standing on my own.  
I had both of my hands on her knees.  They almost flopped apart and now I was 
staring at a nice curly, brown haired pussy.  I could just make out her lips 
in the tangles.  I wet my finger almost like I was sucking or licking on a 
cock.  I bet she thought I was going to stick it in her pussy but instead I 
held it out so she could suck on it.

    It was full of slobber when I rubbed it into her pussy hair less than a 
minute later.  I traced her lips and finally forced my finger into her.  She 
was bony tight and I was on cloud nine.

    "Take off your bra, Gail."  She struggled to get it off while I buried a 
finger in her tight cunt.  Gail was starting to wiggle around on the bed.  She 
was almost flat, just small humps but her areolae and nipples were exquisite, 
almost pink.  They were almost like bottle caps on her breasts.  Like the 
areolae was too large for the tit.

    She was greasy and getting wetter by the stroke.  Her eyes were slits, her 
mouth slack as I fingered her.  I took her closest hand and placed it against 
my cock.  She grabbed it and gave me a big squeeze.  I flexed it.  Back and 
forth we went...Me flexing and her squeezing.  I wormed another finger into 
her and started sawing them in and out.  She started stroking my cock on her 
own and now it was time to taste the young thing.

    I bent forward and sucked her nearest tit into my mouth, running my tongue 
around the nub of flesh in the center, feeling it fill with more blood.  She 
was having a hard time keeping a hold of my cock as I licked down to her belly 
button.  I reamed it out until it was a pond of saliva.

    "It's my first time, Willy."

    I smiled up at her and rested my chin in her pubic hair.  "Yea...I know."

    I licked her hair and eventually pushed her legs apart.  All the way open 
with her thighs pressed up against her chest.  I must have eaten her for half 
an hour.  She squirmed around like a little snake as I slathered her thin cunt 
lips in saliva.  Her clit was a small sheathed snail and I teased it out of 
it's sheath.  By then, Gail was cuming about every time I swiped at her clit.  
Her little asshole had just a down of brown hair around it.  I bent my head 
and licked her anus.  Her back arched, trying to escape my onslaught.....

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

    She'd been over every day since...We didn't even fuck that first time.  
She didn't even suck on my dick !  But she did on day two...Couldn't get 
enough of it and it was a sore puppy that evening.  That was the night Dale 
slept with Erin for the first time.  I spent most of the evening out on the 
roof, smoking joints.....

    .....A vacationing family had moved in next door.  Mother, a little 
younger than us, with a fifteen, maybe sixteen year old daughter and a 
thirteen or so year old son.  They moved in last weekend and then the dad left 
for work on Monday.  Monday night he didn't return and I had some terrifically 
nasty thoughts while I listened to Dale and Erin wailing away in the other 
bedroom.....

    .....I'd been working on a little surprise for Dale.  Erin had been trying 
to connect with his nephew, Timmy ("If Candy is Dandy...Who's Maryjane ?).  
She'd met him for the first time just this morning, surfing.  Erin was walking 
along the beach and just sat and watched Timmy surf.  She waved when he got 
out of the water.  He came toward her with his board.

    "I once heard that you can't soar with eagles in the morning if you stay 
out all night with turkeys."  Erin practically screamed as he approached and 
fucked it up a bit but there was no doubt in her mind that Timmy knew what she 
was talking about.

    Timmy closed the distance between them quickly.  "You've seen him ?"  Erin 
just nodded; turned and walked down the beach.  Timmy followed.

    After about twenty steps, Erin stopped.  She turned to Timmy and said very 
clearly.  "He'll meet you Saturday night.  Listen carefully...He wants you to 
bring the same people with you...The ones...That day Dale ran away.  You 
understand ?"

    Timmy nodded.

    "Drive to this parking lot and we'll pick you up."  Erin handed him a 
business card that read in part.  "Willy T. EYL"  There was an e-mail address 
underneath the printing.  It was written in pencil.  Timmy started to say 
something but Erin put a finger on his lips.  "Saturday night, lover boy."

    The EYL stood for "Emerging Young Ladies," a very profitable exercise, 
still in it's infancy.

    The next morning...Gail usually came over about ten and stayed until about 
five-thirty...Anyway, we were sitting on the roof smoking some reefer when the 
young thing next door came out to sunbathe.  She saw us and Gail waved.  The 
girl was nice and stacked, wearing a revealing suit...About Gail's age.  I 
stole a couple of glances and then got to my feet and helped Gail into the 
house through the window.  The young thing below couldn't see us unless she 
moved over closer to her house.

    Just inside the window I started to kiss Gail.  I had her "T" shirt off 
over her head and her blonde hair got hung up in the neck.  She was struggling 
to get it off as I dropped to my knees and started feasting on her nipples.  
Her pants came down and she wasn't wearing any under things.  She was on her 
back on the bed in seconds, her heels on my shoulders with her cunt spread 
before me.  I ate and I ate.  She was so fresh and clean.

    She was starting to make noise and I hadn't even licked her clit yet.  I 
reamed my tongue back into her.  Her crotch bucked up into my face and 
smothered me with young teenage cunt.  She was sopping wet already, seemed to 
get wetter each day.  I hoped Dale was getting it all.  I was like stone and 
hadn't even taken one of my pills.  I rolled her over and crawled up 
underneath her, licking as I went.  I frenched with her and I know she could 
taste herself.  I was wild below her, grinding my hard cock against every part 
of her body I could.

    I reached between us and guided my cock to her cunt.  She closed her eyes 
and sat back on me.  My cock shot into her and her face made a grimace but in 
just a few moments she was wiggling around on top of me.

    "To get comfortable."  I laughed and started running my hands up her down 
covered thighs.  She leaned back and more of my cock slid into her.  She 
looked surprised and immediately sat up.  I had my hands on her hips and ran 
them up her back, pulling her down on top of me.  I started thrusting, finally 
filling her with cock.  Her ass was moving in my hands and I started chanting.

    "Yea...Yea...Yea...Yea...Yea...Go Gail !  Come on, baby, get off again."  
She started going crazy above me.  I could feel her bony cunt spasaming around 
on my cock.  I started cuming just a second later and the sweat was pouring 
off my neck.  She was licking it off my skin and I kept fucking her until I 
fell out of her.  I rolled her off me.  My cock was covered in her blood, 
streaks of it.  Gail's crotch was crimson.

    When I looked out the window, the young thing next door was up in her 
room...Watching.  She could clearly see me naked but didn't immediately move 
to get out of the way...Then jumped out of view.  I laughed and took Gail to 
the shower.  Some great going away shots of the blood stained sheets.

    The next day I started working on the neighbors.  I met the girl, Janice, 
on the boardwalk and invited her to dinner...With her mom, of course...Told 
her I'd come by this afternoon to formally ask her mother.  She laughed.  So 
did I.  It was in the bag.  She knew...Gail and I smoked marijuana...Shit !  
We did it on the roof, right in front of her.

    The mom was flattered that her neighbors were inviting them over.  "You 
know my husband is out of town all week and we're bored silly."  Wouldn't be 
for long.  I'd bet a quarter ounce.

    The dinner went great and Charlotte...That was her name...Charlotte and 
Janice and Jay, the brother.  Anyway, whoever Charlotte went after...The other 
two split to take Janice and Jay to get an ice cream cone...Take at least two 
hours...That was the rule.  Charlotte was shit faced on my margaritas and 
making an ass out of herself.  I was laughing like a fool as we left.  Dale 
won out...fair and square.

    The next morning, I saw her sneak into the house about ten...After her 
daughter took off on her skates.  I filmed a very torrid two hours of hot 
fucking and sucking.  Dale loved to unload on her tits.  Fuck !  They were 
huge and she had the hairiest pussy.  Got some great shots of her dark haired 
bush with gobs and gobs of semen streaking it.  This woman loved to suck 
Dale's cock and would go at it for a half an hour or so before letting him cum 
on her face.  She licked his cock clean and then rubbed it all over her face 
to get the bits she couldn't get with her tongue.

    Erin came away from the window.  "They're coming back."

    I left the camera and joined her at the window.  "You ready ?"  She nodded 
her head and started down stairs.  I moved out on to the roof.  Janice and Jay 
saw me so I waved.  Erin came into view and started talking to the two 
youngsters.  I couldn't hear her but was positive she was asking Jay to go to 
the store with her.  He looked up at me and then back at her.  Erin was just 
wearing a blouse and when she leaned over...Jay was a little taller than she 
was...Well, you could see her tits.  She leaned further forward and that was 
the last time Jay looked at me.

    I sat on the roof and torched up the bowl.  Janice was in the window so I 
waved.  She waved back so I waved her over.  You could just hear her mother in 
the background, moaning and groaning as Dale fucked the livin' shit out of 
her.

    Janice walked out on to her roof.  As she made her way down, I moved to 
the edge of my roof.  There was about three feet between them.  I held out my 
hand and she took it.  With one big leap she was across and falling against 
me.  I caught her around the waist and in the process got a great handful of 
teenage tit.  She was still in her bathing suit top and the cup had slid down 
a bit showing an ellipse of white with just a hint of areolae showing.

    Ten minutes later, we're stoned...Communicating without talking.   I'm up 
and heading for the window...I'm watching her mother riding Dale.  Janice 
comes up behind me and peeks around me.  It's obvious I'm watching someone 
fucking as the room is filled with the sounds.  I torch up another bowl.  I've 
got a woody building in my pants.

    I'm holding the pipe out to her.  She shakes her head.  Her mother was now 
on her hands and knees with Dale behind her just fucking the ever living shit 
right out of her.  I was rubbing myself through my trunks.  Janice was more 
interested in me now.  I laughed and turned toward her, still stroking.  I 
stare at her tits and then slowly move my gaze to her face.  She's staring at 
me wanking my joint.  Still too close to call.  I looked back toward the T.V.

    Out of the corner of my eye I see her reach for her jean shorts.  Her hand 
was sliding down the front.  I slowly moved my head to watch.  She had her 
hand full down her pants when I asked.  "Feel good ?"  Her hand jerked out of 
her pants and I grabbed her wrist.  I pulled her hand to my face and smelled 
her.  My cock leapt in my trunks.

    With my other hand I reached for her jeans and opened them.  The rest is 
history and I fucked her standing, with me behind.  We watched her mother 
finally run Dale out of gas.  When they got up to take a shower, I moved 
Janice to the couch and fucked her tender, young body for quite a while.  It 
was obvious she'd done this before and I was just fucking her brains out.  Her 
ass was plump and very white.  My brown pubic hair made a tremendous contrast.

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

    Later that Summer, Dale, Erin and I paid a visit to the guy who stuck me 
with the vietnamese young lady (WT-T#12a) the last time I returned to the West 
coast.  Remember, he crushed the van for me...Really for Erin.  She walked in 
after Dale and I had been browsing for a bit.  Dressed like middle aged 
surfer/hippies, we were just admiring the guns and shit.  Dale's wearing this 
long trench coat even in the heat of the day.  Looked like Mickey Dora at the 
'Bu in the early sixties.  We're together when Erin walks in and shouts, 
"Eddie...Long time no see."

    He looked startled and almost immediately snapped his head back toward 
Dale and I.  Like he remembered me.  Too late.  Dale had an AK trained on him 
and I was taking the other one out of his hand.  As soon as I had control of 
the weapon, I stepped to flank Erin's other side.  "We want silencers for the 
hardware and about ten thousand rounds."  She nodded toward our guns.

    "Where the fuck am I going to get that shit ?"

    "Your problem, Eddie.  Midnight and one of my buddies will be with you the 
whole time.  Get working on it."  She pointed to the phone and Eddie almost 
leapt to go to it.

    It was more like zero three hundred before they showed up...Two young 
guys.  I was smoking some reefer with Eddie.  We were both stoned as shit.  
Erin and Dale were hidden.  The two young men confronted the two stoned, old 
men and thought nothing of danger.  Two against two...And the old men were 
stoned.  Erin stepped out behind them and shouted for them to put their hands 
on their heads.  They both turned and by then Dale had the drop on them from 
another corner of the shop.  Their hands went to their heads.

    I patted them down.  The silencers were on the smallest guy.  "Where're 
the rounds ?"

    "Truck...down the street."

    I told them to sit on their hands on the floor as I tossed a silencer to 
Dale.  He screwed it on and then it was Erin's turn.  I dug the gold bar out 
of my back pack and laid it on the floor in front of them.  At least eight or 
nine grand.  I piled two more on top of it and asked.  "One more for the 
truck."  The big guy nodded.

    I piled another gold bar on the first three.  "Pass the word around that 
you just met Willy 'T'.  He's alive and well and real fucking pissed off.  
This time the playing field will be more level.  Tell'em all !  They better 
have good fire insurance."  I laughed at the political correctness.

    I sprinted out the back and down the alley.  The truck was right where the 
guy told me it would be.  When I turned the corner, Erin was already out front 
waiting in the idling VW.  Dale backed out of the shop's front door two 
minutes later and off we went.  It was more like a panel truck and Dale 
climbed into the back to check out the ammo.

    We transferred the ammunition to the beach house garage.  Then Erin and I 
followed Dale up to LAX...The V.W. chasing the panel truck.  He parked in some 
remote area and we were back home and stoned as shit by zero eight hundred 
hours.  Phase one was over and we were stoked.....

    .....The door bell rang and I jumped up to get it.  It was Jay from next 
door.  Dale and I left to get some ice cream a little while later and ended up 
in a bar down on PCH.  It was a Monday night...Mid-July and I was anxious to 
watch some football.  Well, there wasn't any football on but we'd still be 
here in September and I was getting stoked.  The bar waitress was a real cute 
little brunette with the biggest tits.  Dale was drooling and I laughed out 
loud several times while watching his antics.

    We closed the place and Dale invited her back to our place.  She declined.  
"...Don't see how I can explain staying out all night."  I leaned close and 
said.  "Too bad...We'd have had a great time."

    "Good night, Trish."  We both laughed all the way home and didn't get a 
blow by blow from Erin until the next morning...Maybe...it was more like 
afternoon ??  Young Jay was in lust !  He fucked Erin half a dozen times while 
we were off flirting with Trish.

                                    *****

    It was Saturday night, Erin and I were cruising the parking lot at six.  I 
spotted the station wagon first and cruised right up next to it.  Erin called 
to them.  "Come on...Ain't waiting all night."  The three of them rushed to 
jump into the bug.  It was tight in the back and Timmy's girl friend had to 
sit on his lap.

    I called back over my shoulder.  "I'm Willy and this is Erin.  She's my 
wife and we're really good friends with Dale Haggerty.  Timmy...I spent a year 
with your uncle in the South Pacific just surfing, getting stoned and getting 
laid.  It was a surfer's ultimate fantasy.  But enough of this shit...Deborah, 
I've heard an awful lot about you...And you, beautiful, must be Brenda."

    I was at a stop light.  "Gonna have to ask you to get down on the floor.  
I know it's going to be a tight squeeze."  They hustled to squeeze into the 
tight space behind the front seats.  I twisted and turned for about three 
miles and they were starting to complain.  Timmy tried to rise once but came 
face to face with the business end of one of the AKs.  He hunkered down and it 
was just a few minutes later when we pulled right into the garage.

    Erin hustled out and closed the garage door.  We escorted our guests 
through the back yard and into the house.  I was just carrying the gun, just 
slung over my shoulder.  I torched up a joint in the kitchen.  Dale was 
upstairs fucking mom and daughter from next door.  I laid out the plan...Erin 
and Timmy were going upstairs to join them.

    Deborah's eyes got real wide when I mentioned she deserved a little pay 
back.  Dale was just as perverted as she was.

    "...You know it.  He knows it.  He's just embarrassed he acted like such a 
fool back them.  He should have beat the shit out of the guy.  Put you over 
his knee and tanned your ass.  Be done with it.  That all ends tonight.  Come 
on."

    We all trooped up stairs and watched as Dale fucked the shit out of a 
sixteen year old girl.  Janice was riding his cock like a jockey in a horse 
race.  Charlotte was dangling her tits above his face.  Erin took Timmy's hand 
and moved out of the room.  The two of them entered the other bedroom bare ass 
naked and nobody noticed.

    Dale was cuming when Erin bounded up on the bed, hot as a fire cracker.  
Charlotte freaked out but the daughter laughed.  Timmy was fucking Erin doggie 
style like a machine.  Erin let it out in one whoosh.

    "Timmy...He's so stoned I don't think he notices."

    Dale started laughing.  Timmy grunted out.  "Welcome home, Uncle Dale !"  
Dale was sated.

    The three moved over, smoked a little reefer while Dale and Erin watched 
Timmy fuck the mom and then the daughter.  Dale was wiped out.  I laughed and 
then led the now naked Deborah and Brenda into the bedroom.  Dale squinted 
toward the door and then his eyes burst open.

    "Looks like you're a little worn out, Dale.  Maybe I can do something 
about that."  Deborah rushed across the room, her tits bouncing up and down, 
nipples erect; leaned forward and swallowed his limp pecker, whole.

    I stepped to the side of Brenda and said.  "Looks like your boy friend is 
busy ?"  She laughed and looked down at my hard cock...We were fucking in 
seconds and I was stroking for the downs.  Her cunt was like butter, soft and 
greasy...Her asshole, almost entirely clear of hair and I knew I'd just have 
to taste it.

    I dropped to my knees and reamed my tongue between her spread ass cheeks.  
I plunged my tongue into her anus and she yelped.  I slathered it with saliva 
and even transferred a little cunt butter to it.  I was up and pressing the 
head of my cock against her anus...Popped right in.  Off to the races and 
gloried in the sight before me.  Six people were in front of me, all going at 
it like crazy.  I didn't last long in Brenda's tight asshole but "Superman"  
showed up a little later and I made it all the way around.

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

    In late August, my mother and dad invited us to their place for dinner.  
I'd been spending time with my dad going over the options...So had Dale and 
Erin.  He was quite adept at clandestine operations and I was reminded of what 
a fool I was years ago when I laughed at him.

    It was more like a cocktail party for some of their friends, with heavy 
horsdoeuvres.  I mixed margaritas and most of the old people were drunker than 
shit.  I was walking one old lady friend of my parent's to the front yard, her 
daughter was picking her up.  We'd grown up together...Known each other since 
we were two or so.  Lindsey was her name and we shot the shit for a moment 
while her mother got into the car.  The old lady refused my help.  I was on 
the driver's side of the car with Lindsey.

    "Shit !  Lindsey !  You look great.  What are you doing tonight ?"  She 
was as thin as a rail with just about no tits...But had the longest legs with 
a nice butt to match...Real dark hair hung down her back.

    "Making dinner for mom and my daughter.  Want to come ?"  Boy !  Would I !

    "No...I was thinking...You...Me...Trippin' the light fantastic.  Get all 
stoned and walk down the beach naked at midnight...Making love at the surf 
line."  She turned crimson and looked over at her mother.  Her mother was 
smiling and heard every word.

    "Go...Go !  You might never get another invitation from Mister Tamarack.  
Shit !  This one's taken over fifty years or so."  I started laughing, leaned 
in and kissed her on the cheek.....

    .....As near to midnight as I could make it; we were about a hundred feet 
from the surf.  The moon was quartered and it was dark.  I was passing Lindsey 
the joint.  We'd been stoned since eight, shortly after I'd picked her up.  
She was leaning, her back against me.  We were comfortable with each other but 
had never been intimate.

    I could feel her panty line below the shift she was wearing as my hands 
roamed down her sides and thighs...Felt her shiver and started nibbling on her 
neck.

    "What the fuck are you doing ?"  It was a whisper.

    "Seducing you."  She giggled as my hands came up her front, capturing her 
breasts.  Hardly a hand full but I could feel her nipples harden as I cupped 
her tits.  I was grinding my crotch against her ass.  I lowered myself just a 
bit and reached up under her skirt.  She moved away from me.

    "Cut that shit out, Willy Tamarack !  You're driving me crazy."  I stayed 
on my haunches.

    "Let me take your panties off and then we'll go for a walk and make love 
on the beach."  She leaned down and kissed me.  I brought her toward me and 
lowered her panties to the sand.  She stepped out of them.  I hardly touched 
her.  I rose and she could see the lump in my pants.

    "Jeessss...I don't believe this is happening."

    I lowered my shorts as if to answer her and was now naked below the waist.  
My cock was bobbing before me as I moved off through the dunes, looking for a 
place to fuck Lindsey's brains out.  She followed.  I lay down in a clearing 
between several dunes and motioned her toward me.

    "Sit on my face, Lindsey.  I want to eat your pussy."

    I could see her turn colors in the dark but she grabbed her shift with 
both hands and raised it.  Her sex was a dark triangle of hair on her lower 
stomach.  After she straddled my face, it got real dark.  Her cunt was 
leaking, she was so wet and I lapped it up with my tongue as she wiggled 
around on top of me.  She was moving toward my cock without encouragement and 
plunged her warmth around me.  Lindsey was on fire and I pinched her nipples 
through her shift and bra, her hips plunging her sex up and down my pole.  She 
was breathing in gasps and starting to sweat.  Her underarms were clammy and 
then I grabbed her hips and started fucking the shit out of her.

    It sounded like it surprised her and she came in a series of jerky 
movements, whining almost.  I fucked faster and died in a heap under her.  She 
was thrown forward on my chest and I could feel her warm breath against my 
neck.  "Let's go shower and start all over again.  I want to see you naked."

    She almost ran to the beach house and was very embarrassed to find Dale and 
Erin watching a video in the front room.  It was obvious that she'd just been 
fucked.  Her hair was tangled; her shift crumpled, with sweat marks under her 
arms.  From her knees down, she was covered with sand.  I started laughing as 
did Erin and Dale.  Minutes later, I found her in the shower and fucked her 
again as she reached down and grabbed her ankles.  Her asshole was covered 
with just a few straggly black hairs and I tasted it later after we showered a
while and she sucked my hard throbbing cock.....

    .....Dale and I had more pussy than we could handle that Summer.  We'd 
surf early, smoke some shit on the way home and start fucking and sucking 
about noon.  We were usually crashed by eight or nine.  Shit !  Most of the 
kids who came over were in their teens.  Deborah and Brenda were almost daily 
visitors and some of the things we did were good enough for the movies.  We'd 
go to a costume shop and dress up the whole neighborhood.  We even had crowd 
scenes...On the beach no less...Some sex scenes, too...And in mid-day !  The 
light was better.....

    .....Trish, the bar waitress, made a visit toward the end of August.  We'd 
flirted with her endlessly and tipped her like she was waiting on the king's 
sons...We were sitting on the couch and the bong had been going around for 
about twenty minutes.  The three of us were stoned beyond belief.  Erin was 
upstairs, manning the video.  I laughed at something...I can't remember.  
Trish laughed with me then Dale kissed her.  I patiently waited my turn and as 
soon as Dale left her lips I kissed her.

    The three of us were up stairs, naked as jay birds in less than a half 
hour.  Trish was so turned on, she flopped right on to her back on the bed and 
both Dale and I got a great view of her hair covered pussy.  Dale was eating 
her as I fed her my cock.  Twenty-three and married, taking on two guys old 
enough to be her daddy.  She could suck cock, that's for sure.  I was in 
heaven !

    We took turns fucking her and Trish turned into an animal with two very 
hard cocks to please her.  She was exhausted when the three of us wandered 
down to the beach and took a swim about day break.  Her hair was streaked with 
Dale's semen and the last time, she'd taken us both at the same time...Dale in 
her cunt and me in her ass.  She was wild between us and could hardly walk 
down stairs afterward.  I was laughing my ass off.  So was Dale.  Erin filmed 
it all.  It was fucking fantastic !

    Yea !  You're right...Dale and I figured out each other's secret long ago 
and after telling our stories, laughed like fools realizing it must have been 
the same guy.  We toasted Robert often.  He was a man among men in our books !  
And...No shit !  Dale had his books and records and memoirs and everything.  
We were kings of the world !

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

    I was sitting in a casino, feeding quarters into a slot machine.  I'd been 
at it for three days...Nights really...Things were definitely back to normal 
in 'Vegas...The place was packed but there was security all over.....

    .....We left the beach in the dead of night and only torched up a joint 
when we were half way to Barstow...Ok !  Ok !  Maybe half way to the freeway 
is more like it.

    We arrived at the 'Vegas Wash right on schedule.  Cruising straight into 
the parking lot, of the place where you rent house boats, with five minutes to 
spare...And if the people there thought we were weird...Fuck'em !  Dale 
piloted the boat over to the ramp while I started unloading boxes.  Erin sat 
in the van with an AK in her lap.

    The surfboards were last and I waved as Dale and Erin motored away from 
the ramp.  I drove the van back to Las Vegas.  I was staying in a flea bitten 
motel on the South edge of the Strip but playing in some of the better 
casinos.  I felt that tonight was going to be my lucky night.  I'd picked up 
Dale a couple of nights ago.  Erin was a big girl.  She could take care of 
herself.

    There she was !  Gee Gee...bouncing through the slot machines across the 
casino from me.  I jumped off the stool and followed as she made her way 
toward the kiddy amusement area.  I've always felt this was like putting day 
care in a whore house...Come on, now !  Gee Gee was talking to two young 
girls.  Either a new one with her escort or a couple of J.J.'s regulars...Who 
knows ?  I spoke into my sleeve.

    "Standby."

    I was wearing one of those ear pieces.  You got to be high tech to pull 
off something like what we were working on.  I was convinced of that but the 
electronic shit still scared me.  If it fails at the wrong time...You're 
toast.  Dale acknowledged with two clicks of the mic and now the three young 
ladies were moving toward the casino's West exit/entrance...Whatever ?

    "West."  I kept tailing them.  The three of them paused at the revolving 
doors.  I told Dale to haul ass and saw the van flash by as the girls were 
moving through the door.  A large limo pulled right up as they approached the 
curb.  I quickened my pace and was just a foot or two behind the girls as the 
limo door opened.  Dale was sprinting through the parking lot.  I watched him 
hop a parking lot chain and approach the limo from the driver's side.

    "Gee Gee...My dear !"  She paused, then turned, recognized the voice but 
not the guy making the sound.  Dale was tapping on the rolled up window with 
the business end of an AK.

    I pushed past the girls and was sliding across the seat.  "Good evening, 
J.J.  Gee Gee...Get the girls in the back and open the other door."  It was an 
order.  Dale was still tapping the window with the barrel of the AK.  Gee Gee 
had a real thing for J.J.  She did...Her eyes got about as big as silver 
dollars, seeing the AK.  The back doors came open and Dale was in.

    I said one word. "Drive."

    We drove aimlessly for about an hour and then transferred them all to the 
van, leaving the limo abandoned about fifty feet from where we commandeered 
it.  Dale drove.  I rode shot gun, watching our guests.  After another hour of 
driving around aimlessly, we headed out to the lake.

    It was a little over three hours after the pick up before we pulled off 
the highway and bounced down the dirt road to park in the ravine.  The walk 
was a little over half an hour and it was still hot out.  I pulled out the 
flash light and flashed three times.  Almost immediately, two flashes came 
from the darkness of the lake.  I flashed three more times.  I heard the motor 
start up and in just a few minutes could see the house boat appear out of the 
darkness, heading toward shore.

    The sound of thousands of rocks scrapping across the bottom of the boat 
sounded as if it would raise the dead.  I wasted no time herding our guests 
aboard and then Dale pushed off.  We drifted for a bit until Erin could 
maneuver us away from the shore.  She then headed out into the middle of the 
lake.  Erin remained at the wheel.  Dale was holding an AK on the girls.  All 
except Gee Gee were crying.

    I nudged J.J. with the other AK and herded him down the hallway.  "Yo !  
J.J., buddy ?  How's business been ?"  He just nodded his head up and down.

    "Time to tell Willy all you know, buddy...Pay back time for all that good 
dope I was always turning you on to for nothing."  I laughed a little as I 
closed the door with my foot.  J.J. was visibly shaking when he sat on the 
bed.  "Oh !  Come on now, J.J.  Your friends have real guns, too.  Haven't 
they shown'em to you ?"  He shook his head back and forth.

    We shot the shit for a couple of hours...A real heart to heart discussion.  
At the end, I was convinced J.J. didn't have a clue what was going to happen 
the night they came for me...He would have given me a heads-up.  I hoped I 
wasn't wrong.  I tossed a big green joint on to the bed and J.J. just stared 
at it.

    "Torch it up, buddy.  Party time.  My buddy out there is a real party 
animal...Loves the young ladies but let me tell you J.J.  He's a real mean son 
of a bitch.  Don't fuck with him...He doesn't have my pleasant disposition."

    I reached the lighter across the distance between us and J.J. picked up 
the joint.  Ten minutes later the two of us were real stoned.  "Jesus !  
Willy, where the fuck do you get such good weed ?  Fuck, man !  I haven't had 
a buzz on like this since before you died."

    We eventually wandered on back to the rear of the boat and found the rest 
of our party trying to pass the time by twiddling their thumbs.  Gee Gee moved 
toward J.J. when she saw he had a joint dangling from his fingers.

    "Gonna need you two to help me."

    Gee Gee eyes opened wider.  She stared at my face.  "Willy ?"  It was real 
soft, almost unheard.  I nodded my head and she rushed over and threw her arms 
around me.

    "Ok...Lights out in fifteen minutes.  Dale take that young thing, you're 
trying to bullshit with, down to the main cabin.  Erin and J.J....The one on 
the right.  And that leaves the three of us for the third.  Lead the way Gee 
Gee."  Everyone split.  I waited about five minutes before I left the girls 
accompanied by a lot of whining and whimpering.  I was sure it was an act.  
Gee Gee was always the cool one...J.J., just a shuckster like me.

    It was about two when the figure appeared on the front deck.  It went 
around the house boat and I found it peering out from around the far end...Gee 
Gee and she was dressed to book.  The last time I saw her she was bare ass 
naked, rubbing that stud in her labia.  I remember Carol got one just before 
all this shit happened.  Aw !  What the fuck !

    She started creeping down toward me, looking toward the shore.  "Long 
swim, Gee Gee."  She almost jumped over board as I closed the distance and 
grabbed her around the waist.  She wiggled around and then froze when she saw 
the gun.  "If J.J. was out there a couple of times...Then I bet you were out 
there a whole bunch more...Lots more...Right ?"

    She was standing against the wall of the house boat, trying to look past 
me.  Fuck !  Her cell phone !  I grabbed her by the shoulders and propelled 
her into the front room of the boat.  Outside my door she tried to bolt.  What 
a joke.  I had an arm around her waist and could pick her up off the ground at 
will.  I wrestled her to the main cabin and knocked lightly at the door with 
the AK.

    Rustling around and then the door opened.  "Let's get out of here...Now !"  
I whispered.  "Head East into the middle basin.  We ought to be able to get 
lost out there."  Dale sprinted to the cabin house and I pushed Gee Gee into 
my room.  Her buddy was sound asleep and I figured the one Dale was with had 
no clue either.

    I threw the gun on the bed and turned to Gee Gee.  "Strip...Every 
bit...Bare ass naked is how I want you.  I'm going to throw you the fuck of a 
life time Gee Gee and you're going to be begging me to get you off...Pleading 
with me...But then you know what's going to get you released don't you...And 
then the pleasure is going to last for hours.  Have you ever cum for hours ?"

    She wasn't removing her clothes so I moved to undress her.  She stood 
immobile as I stripped her.  When I moved her toward the kneeler she started 
to struggle.  While strapping her aboard I reminisced about her earlier 
remark.  "Hey !  Willy, what's the church thing for ?"  I told her at the 
time, I prayed a lot.

    "Pray hard, Gee Gee.  God takes care of those sinners who confess their 
sins."  I slapped her tight butt with the back of my hand...Just a love tap.  
She was wiggling around like she really had a chance to free herself.  "I hear 
one sound and you get a sock in your mouth...However uncomfortable you are 
now, imagine how it will be if you can hardly breath."

    I joined Dale in the cabin house...Gee Gee's cell phone in my hand.  I 
pressed redial and noted the number.  It rang three times before an alert 
voice answered.  "Yea !"  She was irritated.  Good.  I was positive it was 
Carol...Carol Whitouski Tamarack.  "Hey !  Sweetheart...Make sure to tell 
Elija...Willy Tamarack has risen from the dead."  I hung up.

    Carol jerked to a sitting position and immediately broke out in sweat.  It 
was the first time she'd heard his voice in close to three years.  But even 
before Gee Gee called earlier, she'd felt something ?  A couple of nights ago 
it was real strong.  Tell Elija ?  She wasn't sure ?  Not now, though.

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

    The next day Dale, Erin and I grilled J.J. all afternoon.  He didn't know 
much.  The girls minus Gee Gee were up lying on the roof of the house boat 
bare ass naked, sunbathing.  What one must sacrifice for their friends !?

    "...think hard, J.J.  Wanna walk the hall here with your eyes closed ?  We 
won't let you get hurt.  We've got to be sure."  Dale was leading the charge.  
Erin and I were just listening.  J.J. had his head in his hands and was 
shaking it back and forth.

    "That's as good as it's gonna get, Willy.  I was only there once.  Right 
after you disappeared.  They only wanted to know where you were."

    Dale was writing on a sheet of paper.  Erin jumped up and rushed toward 
J.J.  "You sure she stays out there all the time ?"  "She" was Carol Whitouski 
Tamarack.  J.J. was beat and just nodded his head.

    "Hey !  Ass wipe, I don't care how far you and Willy go back...Fuck us and 
you're toast...And he's the toaster."  She nodded over toward Dale.  He was 
stripped to the waist and has quite an impressive physique.  But then mine's 
not too bad either for a fifty-something fucker.

    I escorted him to Erin's room and told him to take a nap.  "More partying 
tonight !"  I then joined the others at the rear of the house boat.  There was 
left over breakfast on the coffee table.

    "Dale...We need some shut eye and there are too many of them to watch."

    Dale just nodded and then looked over at Erin.  "You think the front's the 
way in ?"

    "Shit !  Yea...Dale...The fucker's been looking for me for a couple of 
years.  I give the guard my name and we're in."  She waved me away.  "Go 
sleep, Willy.  We'll wake you at one.  We're all sure now...Gee Gee's the only 
one.  We'll get to her tonight.  Night...Night, lover."

    It was hot and sweat was dribbling down the crease of my neck.  I woke 
with a start.  It was three fifty-five.  Gee Gee was still bent over the 
kneeler.  I'd given her ass a good slap before I went to bed, telling her.  "I 
hear one peep out of you and I'll work on that cute butt of yours until you 
won't be able to sit for a month.  You know how turned on you'll be ?"  She 
didn't make a sound.

    After rushing up on deck, I find Dale sunning with the girls, all of them 
nude.  Erin was sitting in the cabin house with one of AKs in her lap.  We'd 
moved again.  I saw the van parked at the end of a dirt road on shore.

    "How the fuck you move the van ?

    "GPS."  GPS...Just fucking amazing, as if that answered my question !?

    "Why move again ?"

    "Dale thought it would be a good idea.  A couple of planes flew over while 
the girls were sunbathing.  We're pretty sure they were just watching the 
naked ladies...But, you never know ?  Plus a whole house boat of kids tied up 
just a couple of hundred feet away.  I figured you didn't need the 
temptation."  She laughed and I was back in time, thirty-five years...Grammar 
school.  Erin and I walking home after school...Just two kids.

    "About time for you to go isn't ?"  She just nodded and handed me the AK.  
She was back in the wheel house ten minutes later, dressed in her bathing 
suit, carrying a plastic bag with leotards, a tight jersey top and black dock 
cap.  I kissed her before she dove over the side and swam to shore.  I waved 
when she drove out of the cove.

    Part two unfolds tonight...Although we kind of got a head start last night 
with the cell phone thing.  Lots of people were going to be out looking for 
Willy Tamarack by tomorrow morning.  Erin was going to drop off a couple of 
videos for distribution - To Jay ("Makin' Movies"), my Las Vegas distributor.

    By tomorrow afternoon everyone in Las Vegas will know that I'm alive and 
well.  The videos were classic Tamarack...Real EYL originals.  One of Dale and 
Timmy with the mom and daughter next door - titled "Father and Son - A 
Tamarack Original."  The ladies were animals and quickly accepted the ten 
grand I offered them after viewing the finished product with them.  The second 
was with that bar waitress...Shit !  I can't remember her name.  Trish, I 
think ?  "A Tribute to Bill Clinton."  Dale doing a job interview with her.  
The load he blew on her tits was impressive...She got the job !  I laughed and 
went inside to get something to eat.

    Dale and the girls were down about seven as the sun was below the horizon.  
The four of us were sitting in the galley.  The girls were stoned, laughing 
and giggling about something.  Dale had just lit up another bowl.  His eyes 
were slits but so were mine.  We were both laughing about something...Possibly 
even the same something ?!

    "Hey !  Sweet pea."  He called to one of the girls.  Both of them looked 
over at us at the end of the bar and started laughing.  We were both bare ass 
naked.  Dale was stroking his cock, mine just dangling.

    "Ok !  Here's the thing...J.J.'s not here.  What's he really say about 
Willy's parties ?"

    The redhead, the one I was interested in, said after several moments of 
deep thought.  "Aaah...That they were the coolest."  Dale laughed.  His cock 
was getting hard.  He had a pretty big dick but the best part was the curve.  
I think I'd rather have the curve than a real big dick.  I started laughing.  
I had neither.

    "What'd Gee Gee say ?"

    The brunette blurted out.  "That there were never enough boys..."  Dale 
leaned over and kissed her.

    I took the red head by the hand and led her to the bedroom.  I dropped a 
pink pill in an open coke can and moved toward the tied up Gee Gee.

    "Thirsty ?  Need a little something to drink ?"  I poked a straw into the 
coke can and lowered it to Gee Gee's mouth.  She sucked hungrily.  I looked 
over at the redhead.  She was so stoned I don't think she realized it was Gee 
Gee bent over the kneeler ?

    After Gee Gee drained the coke I moved to the suitcase and got out the 
benwa balls.  These were modified a little from the originals...Wired with 
vibrators and would drive just about anyone I knew out of their mind.  I poked 
one in her ass and the other in her cunt.  She wiggled around a bit as her 
holes were dry.  They wouldn't be for long.  I dragged the kneeler over by the 
bed and propped her chin up on the edge of the mattress.

    "In about twenty minutes you're going to beg me to fuck you."  I pulled 
the redhead down on to the bed and started to kiss her.  We were rolling 
around on the bed while I attempted to pull her jean shorts off.  She wasn't 
wearing any panties and I'd already started to tease her cunt with my fingers.  
She wasn't giggling any more and I had a nice hardon.

    Dale and the brunette burst in a few minutes later.  They were both nude 
and Dale was fully hard.  The brunette was jacking him off.

    "She beg for it yet ?"  I laughed and shook my head "no".  Dale had 
maneuvered the young brunette to her knees and she was sucking his cock.  Mine 
was watching until I pulled her face to my crotch.  She bit my dick through 
the nylon trunks and I was out of my mind.  I slid my trunks down and now her 
red head was bobbing over my groin.  This wasn't the first cock she'd sucked !  
She was rather good.  I watched Gee Gee struggle against her bonds, her eyes 
flashing back and forth between Dale at the end of the bed and me sitting on 
the bed, her protégés sucking our brains out through the heads of our dicks.

    Dale started fucking the brunette and she made quite a racket.  The 
redhead climbed over my cock and rode like a champ.  I pulled her "T" shirt 
off and started sucking on her very nice titties, all pink with puckered 
nipples.  Her bush was a golden brown color and quite hairy...Her cunt a plump 
glove of jello sliding up and down my cock.  Dale got up on the bed and 
straddled my legs while lining his cock up with the redhead's behind.  She 
looked back and tried to move but it was too late.  I could feel the bone of 
Dale's cock squeeze into her asshole and started thrusting up off the bed like 
a crazy man.  The redhead was bellowing out her orgasm...Just screaming at the 
top of her lungs.

    The young thing was sweating like a pig and Dale was really packing her 
fudge.  I could feel him pistoning in and out of her anus and was just about 
there.

    Like a cat, Dale was out of this young lady's ass and squirting a load 
worthy of the record books into Gee Gee's face.  She tried to escape but he 
had her by the hair.  He rubbed the semen around her face with his shrinking 
dick.

    I rolled over next to her and whispered.  "We know all about the girls and 
the dungeon and the graves.  We saw some film...Video really...Saying it was 
mine.  It wasn't.  Was it ?"  The sticky gray-white fluid was dribbling down 
the side of her nose.  "When you want to talk just talk.  We're filming and 
you're the star.  I've never done one of these.  What do we do ?  Just fuck 
you 'till you die ?"  Her eyes got real big.  Dale was back with two cokes.

    "Let's toast Superman."  I laughed.  Gee Gee's eyes were terror filled.  
She knew of Willy's magic...Two of them would kill her.

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

    Erin walked in about the time Dale was throwing Gee Gee her first fuck.  
She was filling the bedroom with loud squeals and had started to cum just a 
few minutes before.  I was laying on the bed, ready for seconds.  She started 
begging for it and going wild as I reamed out her ass with both benwa balls 
stuck up it.  From there it was all down hill.  All four of us had taken turns 
eating her and by then she was pleading for someone to fuck her.  Dale won the 
toss.

    "Well...Lookie here...Just like some of the videos we watched.  Although, 
I think they used a saw horse.  Looks like I'm here just in time for the main 
event."  Erin had stripped off her clothes and jumped up on to the bed.  She 
had a choke chain in one hand and it went right around Gee Gee's neck, loose.

    Erin had hardly started to pull it taunt around Gee Gee's neck when the 
young thing bellowed out.  "Stop...Stop...You can't...make a movie out of 
me...They'll kill me..."  Erin tightened the chain as Dale kept sawing his 
cock in and out of her.

    "Please..."  It was a whimper as I slid my cock into her cum drenched 
cunt.  Jizzim was dribbling out of it and Dale was waiting for thirds.  I 
threw back my head and laughed...Real loud.

    "Tighter, Erin.  She's getting too much air.  I want her to loose control 
of herself and shit on the floor."  I was really fucking her brains out.  
"Slap...Slap...Slap...Slap !"  Filled the bedroom.  Erin tightened the chain 
and Gee Gee tried to scream but didn't have enough air in her lungs and it 
came out like a dying animal.  She passed out just a few moments later and 
only then did we take her off the kneeler and put her on the bed.

    Dale took the young things to his room for more fun and games.  Erin and I 
waited for Gee Gee to come back to the present.  She was breathing steadily 
and slept for almost six hours.  I was too keyed up to sleep so Erin bagged 
some "z's" while I kept watch.  Gee Gee freaked out when she rolled over and 
saw me sitting in a chair about a foot from her face.

    "Start talking or I'll call the others and we'll start again."  She talked 
for over an hour but some of the time I was asking questions.  Erin walked in 
just as we were finishing up.  I'd filmed the entire dialogue.  "You're sure 
Elija's the one behind it ?"

    She was staring at Erin but talking to me.  "Positive...But Carol came on 
to me the first time.  I got the impression they'd done it before but can't be 
sure of that.  When I brought the girl, Carol met us at the front door but 
Elija was standing in the shadows."

    "Always late at night ?"

    "Usually early in the morning...Three...Four."

    "Ok !  Gee Gee get out of bed and hit the shower.  You're going to be here 
for a while and I bet you'd love to spend that time up on the deck sunning 
yourself instead of tied to that."  I nodded over at the kneeler.  "One false 
move though and you'll end up at the bottom.  I'm not fucking around, doll."

    Gee Gee turned to leave but stopped abruptly when Erin rushed across the 
room and grabbed her by the hair.  Erin pulled her head until their faces were 
but four or five inches apart.  "I'd love nothing more than to watch you sink 
to the bottom with some cement tennis shoes on, cunt.  If he doesn't, you can 
count on me...You fuck us and you're as good as dead.  I'll make it as cruel 
and painful as I possibly can."  Erin pushed her away and Gee Gee backed away 
toward the door.

    I watched her walk down the hall to the bathroom, then went outside and 
dove off the house boat into the warm water of Lake Mead.  I floated for a 
long time, finally swimming to shore to lay on the rocky beach.  It was about 
three before the sun baked me awake.  Fuck !  It was hot here !

    I thought it was better if Gee Gee baited the hook before we offered him 
Erin.  Of course, that would put a stop watch on the whole thing.  We were 
hoping he'd forget about the snuff when he got the word Erin wanted to see 
him.

    I swam back to the boat.  The group was eating and J.J. was in great form, 
talking about the old days.  "...Shit !  Willy and I'd party about every day 
of the week.  Jesus !  He was always Superman...Made me feel like a weak dick 
and he's a California fucker, too !"  The young ladies were all laughing, even  
Gee Gee as I'd made sure she always had plenty of fun back then.  I went over 
and kissed her.  She was startled but soon had her tongue half way down my 
throat.  I pulled away.

    "We're going to win...I promise, Gee Gee."

    The next morning, Dale and Erin were busy moving the boat when I drove off 
to Gary Cahill's (Shack, Lead !).  I parked about a half mile away and made 
for the mountain, really just a good size hill.  A little over an hour later, 
I reached Gary's back yard.  I slipped up on to his porch and sat to wait.

    I heard the garage door come up and a car pull in.  When I heard noise in 
the kitchen, I stood at the door.  Her eyes got real big when she noticed me.  
She froze, just staring.  I held my hands up and talked through the door.

    "Wanda...It's me...Willy."  She leaned forward and I pulled my hair back 
into a pony tail.  Her eyes got huge and she came for the door.  I was inside 
and we were wrapped together.  I could feel tears on her cheek.  We sat and 
talked for an hour.  Another round of garage door and car sounds.  Gary and I 
embraced at the door to the kitchen.  Gary slugged back several beers as Wanda 
and I got real loaded...And I talked some more.

    If everything worked out ok ?  I'd be free and clear in another couple of 
weeks but I needed a little back up right now.  I gave Gary the safe deposit 
number and key...Told him, I'd give him a call when it was time.  I left them 
late that night and navigated by G.P.S. to find the boat.  The orgy was in 
full swing and I felt left out for about ten seconds or so.  Three guys and 
four girls...Fucking "A" great odds.

    The next three days were spent going over the plan and fucking around.  
Lots and lots of fucking around.

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

    It was a little after zero three-thirty.  The time of night man just isn't 
well equipped to handle unless he's prepared himself.  Dale and I'd been 
sleeping every day for four days...We'd be back in bed at the hotel by noon at 
the latest.  We were about five miles out from the estate and dressed in 
black.  The desert night was cold.  I shivered a little as we walked toward 
the mansion.

    I found the wire about a thousand meters out.  We split up and followed it 
until we met on the other side of the ranch.  I had to cross the road twice, 
although at this time of the morning there wasn't a soul around.  The gate was 
manned though and I could see a light flicker every once and a while.

    I found the camera set up about a hundred meters out, about twenty degrees 
off dead center to the gate.  Ninety percent of the traffic would come from 
that direction as the paved road ended about a half mile beyond the estate.  
Somebody was watching Mr. Elija...I hoped that someone was a real nasty mother 
fucker, like the U.S. government.

    On the drive back to the hotel we were quiet.  I stoked up a joint but 
Dale wasn't interested in sharing it with me.  We stopped to eat.  As soon as 
we got to the motel, Dale hit the rack.  I couldn't sleep and wandered down 
stairs.  The base operator was quick to put me through.

    "OSI...Pattie speaking."

    "Tell Colonel Henderson, Agent Malibu is on the line."  The next voice was 
that of Neal Henderson...Commander of the OSI at Nellis...Gave me a hand in 
Tokyo a while back, if you'll remember.

    "Henderson...Here."

    "Little Darlings...Midnight.  Surf's Up !"  I hung up.

    "Hey !  Pattie !"  Henderson yelled out into the front office.  "You sure 
the guy identified himself as "Malibu," like the surfing place ?"

    Pattie burst into the office talking a mile a minute.  "There isn't any 
`malibu' in the computer...I've never heard of it...Probably some crank 
call...When I was in Washington...We got them all the time.  You want me to 
log it ?"

    "Nah...Like you said...A prank...Probably some kids...He didn't say a 
thing to me...Just hung up."  Pattie walked back to her desk and Neal leaned 
down and erased the tape he used to record all his calls.  That fucking 
Tamarack...Little Darlings...Jesus !  That night at Yokota he thought Tamarack 
was going to kill them.  He hadn't fucked like that since college.  Fuck !  
What a night !

                                    #####

    The place was packed and Neal Henderson had a hard time getting a 
drink...And it wasn't even a real drink...Fuckin' "A" cost damn near as much !  
He laughed when he realized that the guy standing right behind him had been 
Tamarack.  Something had been shoved into his back pocket.  By the time he 
figured it all out and turned around Tamarack had melted into the crowd.  Neal 
was pissed...That fucking Tamarack...Rat Fucked him good !  Neal laughed and 
watched the naked ladies a bit before wandering out into the night.....

    .....The place was out in Green Valley and Neal Henderson was sure 
Tamarack was following his general progress as he drove south on 95.  There 
were only so many exits down here...Easy to pick up a tail.  Willy'd gotten 
smarter.  The garage door started coming up when he was two houses away.  
Somebody must be inside ?

    I was in the garage, crouched down behind the trash cans.  Erin was about 
three minutes behind him.  I started the garage door down when he came to a 
stop and met him at the car door.

    "You stupid, fucking surfer !  This is serious shit you're fucking 
with..."  He stopped abruptly.

    I laughed.  Neal was staring at the AK-47 slung from my shoulder.  The 
garage door started coming up.  I leaned down so I could look inside the car.

    "I'm supposed to be scared of you ?"  Neal looked not quite in his usual 
form.  I paused a bit before continuing.  "Not a chance, but let me tell 
you...Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski.  Now there's one fucker whose got my 
full attention.  He's going down Friday morning.  I want to know who's 
watching the place and is it live ?"

    Erin had pulled in.  The garage door was coming down again so I doused 
Neal's lights.  In a few moments she was standing over by the open door to the 
kitchen, waiting for us.  Neal actually looked uncomfortable as he made his 
way by Erin and her AK on the way to the kitchen.  He left about day break.

    Erin and I fucked like rabbits and slept until well after twenty hundred 
hours.  "D" Day as I remember telling Mrs. Abernathy so many years ago.  Dale 
arrived about twenty-two hundred hours.  He'd left the boat tied up at the 
'Vegas Wash.  All the kiddies were tied up below decks.  This time of year it 
wouldn't be long before they were rescued and by then we'd be miles away.....

    .....Carol Whitouski was getting dressed.  It was dark out.  She keyed her 
cell phone.

    "Ralph, buddy...You got some word on Tamarack ?"  Her voice was tight.  
They'd been looking for three days; three days on pins and needles.  She 
should have told Gee Gee to hang tight...An ear on the inside...The first 
mistake.  J.J. and Gee Gee hadn't been seen in close to a week.  That fucker, 
Tamarack, had them.  She was sure.  It was almost time to tell Elija what she 
knew.

    "Aaah...Sorry, Carol...Nobody's seen hide nor hair of him.  We had people 
in every casino last night....."

    "You fucking dolt !  He's not going to be in a casino !  He's...He's..."  
Carol stopped.  She didn't have a clue where Tamarack would be or what he was 
planning to do ?  Her underarms were damp.  Her stomach was jumpy.  Time to 
tell Elija.  Carol slammed the phone down in the cradle and slung on her 
blouse.  Elija was downstairs in his "fortress," as he liked to call it.  
Carol was down stairs fifteen minutes later.

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

    Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski was on the phone when Carol entered the 
"fortress."  Stephan was lounging in one of the over-stuffed chairs off to the 
side of the room.  He turned his head.  Stephan's expression told her that 
Elija already knew.  Fuck !  She should have told him right after the old fool 
called...Really, right after Gee Gee first called.  That was fucking stupid !  
Carol Whitouski Tamarack made a strategic error that morning...A very large 
strategic error !  She was mentally going over her options and staring down 
Elija who was now focused in on her alone.

    "Thanks.  Yea !  I know it's been a while and that's our fault.  But 
thanks all the same."  Elija slowly replaced the phone in the cradle.  He 
looked up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head.  "That was a friend of 
ours in L.A.  He heard a funny story about some gun store owner down in Orange 
county somewhere.  Seems like a group...Who knows ?  This story is months 
old...Anyway, this group hits the guy up for ten thousand rounds of 7.62 and 
wants some silencers...Pays in gold bars and then announces to those in 
attendance that `Willy T.' is back in town and he's real pissed.  Now, could 
this be our buddy Tamarack ?"

    The room was silent.  Stephan mentally reviewed his response.  He'd had 
just about every teeny bopper, they knew, squeezed and squeezed hard.  Half of 
them had never heard of the fuck ?  The ones who'd known him, claimed he was 
dead.  But where was J.J. ?  And that bimbo of his, what's her name ?  He 
wondered if Carol had any answers ?  He wished he knew what that bitch knew ?  
Elija was begining to look impatient.

    Stephan went on the offensive.  "I heard a rumor a couple of days ago.  
Some videos started showing up and some people wanted to know where they could 
get them...Anyway, they weren't ours.  I'm still trying to get my hands on one 
but that hasn't happened yet.  From what I've heard they're Tamarack's work.
Sounds like it anyway.  So..."

    Carol interrupted.  "He talked to me on the phone, three nights ago."  The 
room went silent.

    "Well, don't leave us in suspense, Carol, my dear."

                                    #####

    Neal Henderson was still in his office.  He'd been on the phone 
practically all day long.  Nobody wanted to talk about Elija "The Weasel" 
Kruschefski.  Not State, not CIA, not DEA, not FBI, not Defense.  This sounded 
"black."  The more calls he made, the "blacker" it sounded.

    He called that new agency...Homeland Defense.  He was with his third 
interviewer, none seemed willing to make a decision.  This new guy was going 
through some new data base.  They hadn't said a word to each other in over 
five minutes.

    "Jackpot !"  Neal felt a jolt of excitement.  "Got a shitpot of stuff on 
the guy.  Well, no specifics but a lot of references.  Shit !  About half of 
them are related to black market arms deals...A couple of mentions concerning 
terrorists and terrorism, too.  You say this guy, you know, claims this guy's 
living in Las Vegas and somebody is watching him ?"

    "Yea...That's it.  This friend of mine seems to think something is about 
to go down and I was just trying to confirm some of his facts."

    "Well ?  Have you confirmed anything ?"

    "Is there some way to update your data base ?  To say, an inquiry was made 
about this guy ?"

    "Yea, no problem.  Do it everyday.  We'll call it a `sighting.'  Anonymous 
source, unconfirmed sighting.  It's entered."

    Neal closed up for the night but still felt uneasy about all this "cloak 
and dagger" shit.  And what does Tamarack have to do with this guy ?  Well, it 
was out of his hands now.

                                    #####

    The two men were huddled over the computer terminal.  The room was well 
lit.  There were others too...Lots of people...Also sitting in front of or 
standing over other computer terminals.  Several printers could be heard in 
the background.  You could hear several people talking from across the room.

    The man to the left of the terminal spoke quietly.  "Well, somebody else 
knows he's here.  Got any ideas ?"

    "Not a clue !  And what's this shit about somebody watching him ?  I 
thought that stuff was supposed to be invisible ?"

    "We got anybody out there to check ?"

    "Not that I know of ?"

    "Fuck !"  The man picked up the phone and dialed.  Several minutes went by 
before his call was answered.

    "The `weasel' has been made...Out in 'Vegas.  And they know somebody is 
watching."  He listened for a few moments.  "Don't have a clue."  He listened 
for a few more moments.  "Ok."  He hung up the phone.

    "They'll get back to us."

    "Good.  Let's get out of here before something else happens."

                                    #####

    Gary Cahill drove slowly up Sunrise mountain.  It was well past midnight.  
Piece of cake.  He delivered the five tapes in a little over three hours.  
Willy called them infomurcials.  All the major TV stations in 'Vegas.  Gary 
laughed at the local channel.  They were the only ones who appeared interested 
in the least.  Their news guy, at least, asked, "What'd you say ?"

    Gary repeated what Willy told him to say.  "This just might explain what 
you might have to report tomorrow."

    The guy stared at Gary for a moment.  "Yea !  Right !?"  He didn't even 
thank him.  Gary parked in the garage and entered the house through the 
kitchen.  Wanda was in bed.  Gary joined her.

                                    #####

    It was black out...Not a bit of a moon.  The side panel was off the air 
conditioning unit and lying on the grass.  A dark figure was fiddling with 
something inside the unit.  It took the figure less than a minute to button 
the unit back up and then the figure just melted into the night.

                                    #####

    Elija was fiddling with some papers from his safe when the air conditioner 
cycled off and then on again.  The fucker was on the fritz again.  Exactly 
forty-five seconds later the air conditioner quit running altogether.  Elija 
moved to his desk and picked up the phone.

    "The fucking AC is out again !  Get someone over here right away to fix 
it."  Elija waited a few moments and then barked.  "You bet I mean now !"

                                    #####

    The driver of the Acme Airconditioning truck was stopped, trying to read 
the street sign.  He started to turn right and freaked out.  His head lights 
had picked up several naked women running out into the road ahead of him.  
They were waving him down.  He started to slow.  There were five of them and 
all of them were buck ass naked.  They were teenagers, too !  One of them 
climbed aboard.  Now there were several and they were dragging him out of his 
seat.  The truck was moving.  The driver had no idea where they were going ?  
But then, he didn't much care either.

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

    The van pulled up right in front of the gate, blocking the lane.  The 
guard was sure these fuckers were lost.  An old man was walking toward the 
gate.  The guard went to meet him.

    "You lost ?"

    "No, man.  Thought you all called for an air conditioning guy ?"  Another, 
man appeared at the rear of the van.  The guard couldn't remember which door 
the old man got out of ?  He was starting to feel uncomfortable and was about 
to turn and call for assistance when he felt the poke in the small of his 
back.  He froze.

    "That's a slienced AK-47 and it's on auto.  It'll cut you right in half.  
Open the gate."  It was a woman's voice.  Now the second man was pointing an 
AK-47 at him.  It had a long, ugly silencer on it.  Oh !  Fuck !  These guys 
were pros.  He fumbled with the keys.  The gate was coming open and the old 
man was already moving the van into the drive way.

    I watched as Dale and Erin taped up the guard.  He wouldn't be going 
anywhere soon.  Dale was on the phone in the guard shack.  Erin was already in 
the back.

    "Hit it, Malibu.  I just hope the front door is as easy as the gate."  
Dale was in the front seat.  I slowed about half a football field from the 
front door and Dale slipped out.  There was a guy waiting on the front porch.  
Now he was coming toward the van.  I slowed some more and kept him in the head 
lights until I came to a stop just short of the front door.  He was at the 
driver's side window.

    "Just who the fuck..."  He stopped abruptly.  Dale had an AK poking in his 
back.  He was silent as Dale and Erin taped him up.

    The front door was wide open but the lighting was very dim in the entry 
way.  I headed right for Elija's underground bunker.  The fucker was there.  I 
could feel it.  The stairwell was well lit.  I bounded down them and just one 
glance confirmed that Erin and Dale were following.  Two steps and I was on my 
stomache, slithering to the corner.  One peek and I was jubiliant !  The guard 
was right where J.J. said he would be, reading the newspaper.

    I slithered back a few feet and jumped up.  A thumbs-up for the rest of 
the team and I burst around the corner with a tool bag hanging from one hand.  
The guard was up out of his chair immediately, the newspaper falling to the 
floor.

    "Hey !  Who the fuck are you ?"  I kept moving toward him.

    "Airconditioning...The guy upstairs..."  I was close and brought the tool 
bag up into his groin as he was going for his gun.  He crumpled at my feet and 
I quickly relieved him of his weapon.  Dale checked six while Erin began 
taping the guard.  I picked up the phone and waited for an answer.

    "Hey !  Boss !  One of the guys is out here with some broad named Erin 
Tamarack."  The buzz was almost immediate and filled the hallway with noise.  
Dale was pushing the door open and Erin was right on his heels.  I followed 
them in.

    He looked years younger than I remembered but then I figured Carol set him 
up with some of my pills...Well, really Dale's but I didn't know that back 
then.  He was lunging toward the phone so Dale put a slug into the wall behind 
him.  He froze.  I was still amazed at how silent the guns were.

    "Elija, got any idea what my cabin and farm looked like after the feds 
finished with it ?"  He was frozen; one of his hands in a desk drawer, the 
other about half way to the phone.  Dale had slid across the room about ten 
feet away from me.  "Can't get us both now...Can you, asshole ?"  I had the 
guard's gun in my hand, hanging at my side.

    "We got company."  Erin was using the mirror...Checking six.  We had this 
shit down, man.  Dale plastered himself against the wall so he could cover 
both Elija and the door.  Erin was behind the door.  It all depended on team 
work now...Everyone had to stick to their responsibilities.

    "Hey !  What the fuck's..."  I recognized the voice.  It was Stephan.  
Erin slammed the door behind him and had the business end of the AK poked into 
the back of his head.  I never allowed my focus to leave Elija.  He still had 
his hand in the desk drawer.

    "You got about a nano-second to get your empty hand out of the drawer or 
you're going to bleed a lot on your desk top."  His hands ended up on the desk 
top, palms up, like he was offering me something.  I hoped he could deliver.

    I could sense Stephan behind me.  He was tense but enough of a pro to know 
that he'd be stupid to try anything.  It would mean certain death.

    "Now...Pick up the phone, real slowly, and get Carol down here...Without 
an escort.  We've got enough fire power in here to hold off a small army for a 
bit...And while my buddies hold off the mounties...I'll be taking care of 
you...And it'll be a real cool, Elija...A real show.  I put a lot of thought 
into this."

    I pulled a couple of fire crackers out of my fanny-pack.  God !  How I 
hated the way they looked...The fanny-packs...But Erin insisted.  It was the 
safest way to carry shit and have it readily available....Back to the fire 
crackers...They were the big ones...M80's or whatever.  "Imagine what one of 
these would feel like expanding in your asshole, Elija...Maybe a couple 
wrapped around your cock ?  I'll make sure you've got all your situation 
awareness about you before I light the fuse...I promise.  I want to see the 
look on your face just before they go off."

    He was a pasty white color.  I had almost total control.  The only wild 
card was Stephan.  Elija looked away from me and Dale put another slug into 
the wall behind him.  He looked back into my eyes and never lost eye contact 
while phoning upstairs.

    It was less than two minutes and not one word was spoken until Carol burst 
through the door.  "Jesus !  What the..."  She lapsed into silence.

    Dale motioned her over toward the wall he was using for back-up.  Instead, 
she moved toward Erin and Stephan.  I really think she was scared of the 
fire power.  It happened quickly...Stephan going for Carol.  I started 
bringing the gun up.  Elija was going for the drawer again.  A scuffle was 
going on behind me.

    "I'll kill her, Tamarack."  Stephan...A little panic in his tenor.

    I turned toward Stephan and Carol.  Erin had her back to the door and 
Stephan had Carol by the neck with a small caliber gun pointed just under her 
right ear.  Our shots sounded almost simultaneously but Stephan was a little 
quicker.  Carol's head jerked to the left, then she rag-dolled.  My bullet 
splattered Stephan's brains all over the wall about three feet to the right of 
Erin.

    I slowly turned toward Elija.  I hadn't heard Dale shoot but Elija was 
holding his shoulder.  I glanced back at Erin and Dale, both looked ok.  Erin 
was down on one knee feeling for Carol's pulse.  She was shaking her head back 
and forth.  I know I was ok but my ears were ringing.

    I yelled out.  "Malibu...check !"

    "Toop !"

    "Threep !"

    "Well that kind of ruined a pleasant morning, didn't it ?"  I moved closer 
to the desk and saw that Elija was bleeding.  "Hope you got a good back up 
plan on how to get out of here, Elija, buddy.  Prior planning prevents piss 
poor performance.  The six `P's' !  Don't ever leave home without them.  Now 
my friends here are going to take a look around while you and I talk for a 
bit."

    In actuality, my friends were going to douse selected areas of the mansion 
with a highly flamable liquid.  I sat in the chair that earlier, the dead 
Stephan had sat in.  You could plainly see the blood on Elija's jacket and 
hand now.  He had one hand on the desk and the other holding his shoulder.  I 
kept the guard's handgun pointed at his chest.

    "Let me tell you, Elija.  The six `P's' saved my ass that night at the 
cabin.  You were there, right ?!"  I paused.  He gave no indication he heard 
me.  "Well, it doesn't matter.  Guy's like Wayne Montana ought to be out 
searching for terrorists instead of consorting with them.  All over a piece of 
ass, too !  I thought you'd be more professional than that."

    "But that was then and now is now !  You let the land of the `big bx' lull 
you into a false sense of security.  Just like the rest of my country men did 
before Eleven September.  I just know deep down inside of me that you're some 
how involved with all this...And I imagine that open safe is going to provide 
me with a lot of interesting intel..."

    He made a move.  My shot slammed him back against his chair and blew most 
of his left shoulder off.  He slumped to the right a bit, blood flowing down 
the left side of his polo shirt.  I was up and moving toward the safe.  He 
turned a little in his swivel chair but couldn't get the upper part of his 
body to respond.  I was shoving handfulls of papers into my fanny pack.  His 
face was very sick looking.  You could almost see the blood draining out of 
it.

    I heard Erin outside the door.  "Everything ok in there ?

    "Everything's cool, Erin."  My eyes never left Elija's.

    "Ok ! Then we're ready, lead."

    "Coming."  Time was short.  We wanted to be in and out in under twenty 
minutes.  "Any last words, Elija ?  Power to the people !  Free Che !  Long 
live Lennin !  Allahu Akbar !"

    His eyes were straining to focus.  I backed toward the door and slipped 
out into the hall.  I could hear him yelling, "Fuck your mother, Tamarack !"  
I waited at the corner.  Elija lunged out into the hallway so I sent a shot 
down the hallway.  He dropped to the floor, scampering to hide behind the 
guard's chair.  I know my shot was no where near him.  I took the stairs three 
at a time.  Erin and Dale were flanking the front door.  They each lit match 
books as I walked through the door.  I could hear the flames crackling as I 
started the van.  We were rolling moments later.

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

    I coasted to a stop about a mile out in the desert behind the mansion.  
For all practical purposes we were invisible.  I had the night vision glasses 
trained on the rear of the mansion.  I'd done pretty good reconn the other 
night but I wanted to be sure.  Carol must have told him how I escaped ?

    The flames were becoming very visible.  It appeared the roof was going up 
in front.  A cell phone rang.  I could hear Erin talking.

    "Time to book, Willy.  The police just blew by the girls with lights 
flashing."  I turned the glasses toward where the police should appear and saw 
several blinkers moving toward the mansion.  At least four miles away.

    I was last in the van and collapased in the back.  Dale was driving and 
Erin was up front with him.  I smelled the aroma of marijuana as we turned on 
to the paved road about six miles out from the mansion.  We started hauling 
ass.

    Erin was holding out a joint.  "Wanna call that buddy of yours ?"  I shook 
my head and took another hit.  Minutes later we were through the spagetti bowl 
and heading North on I-15.  We stopped to ditch the van in Mesquite and then 
picked up the Toyota van...The one my mother picked Dale and I up in when we 
entered the states...California plates...The works.

    I drove the first two hours and it wasn't hard to stay awake as Dale was 
snoring loud enough to be heard in SLC...Our destination.  The sun was rising 
before we heard any mention of it on the radio.  The news just called it a 
"big fire out in the desert."  It got colder the further North we went.  We 
stopped for breakfast in a one horse town about three hours out of SLC.

    I made the call at nine Mountain Time or whatever they call it.  It would 
be eight in 'Vegas.  The pictures of the fire on TV were impressive...A real 
three alarm blaze.  The news guys had three helicopters circling the mansion, 
which was now just a wall here and there...All black and charred.  About eight 
Mountain Time the wire services started picking up the info I had Gary deliver 
last night.  We were cruising at seventy-five and the radio reported the 
temperature was thirty-six in Salt Lake.

    "Neal Henderson, please."

    "And who should I say is calling ?"

    "Tell him Major Tamarack, USAF retired, is on the line."

    He picked up the phone rather quickly, I thought.  I was sure he was 
recording but I just had to pimp him about it.  "You'll want to make sure this 
one is taped, Colonel.  I'm sure there will be lots of questions later."

    "Where are you, Tamarack ?"

    "In the heavens, far above the earth, looking down on you...Just coasting, 
Neal.  I see there's been a big fire over night.  Anybody we know ?"

    "You know damn well..."

    "Now...Now...Now...Let's not exchange trade secrets on an open line here.  
Listen up, Neal...I happen to have in my possession a packet of about twenty 
folders from a safe downstairs in the "fortress."  I think that's what he 
called it ?  Anyway, it's for sale.  Very interesting reading.  Quite a 
feather in your cap...Just before you retire.  Could really improve on that 
resume !?"

    "Oh !  Fuck you, Tamarack !  No one is going to buy your pig in a poke !  
Having that shit puts you there and that's going to become a real bad place to 
be.  Your little game is causing an uproar back East.  My phone has been 
ringing off the hook all morning..."

    "Enough of this bull shit, Neal.  Here's the deal.  All past sins are 
forgiven and forgotten.  That's first...Second...I want a `get out of jail 
free card.'"  Something on file.  Something I can use in the future...If I 
happen to slip up.  Comprende ?"

    "Tamarack, you're on drugs...Nobody is going to go out on a limb for that 
kind of a deal !  Well, maybe they'll forget the past ?  Just maybe ?"

    "Work on it, Neal.  And take a little time to sit down and figure out how 
you're going to write this up on your resume.  I'll be in touch."  I broke the 
connection and tossed the cell phone out of the van.  It bounced four times 
before it became a whole bunch of small pieces.

                                    #####

    It was dark.  I looked at my watch and found it was just zero two hundred.  
I sensed Erin breathing next to me.  I could hear the TV in the front room and 
see the light under the door so I rolled out of bed.  Dale was drinking a beer 
and watching Fox.

    "Anything new ?"

    "Looks like they're clamping down on the press a little.  There's no 
longer helicopter news coverage 'cause somebody has put a `no fly' zone around 
the mansion.  Still no mention of bodies or explosions.  They were quite 
impressive, Malibu.  I figured you were halucenating about the weapons."

    "You guys freed the guards, right ?"

    "Yea...You should have seen them run off through the desert.  It was funny 
as shit...Hey !  Malibu, I'm sorry it went tits up there at the end..."

    I laughed.  "What the fuck you talking about, sonny boy !  It went fucking 
great !  Three went in and three came out.  That was the fucking plan.  
Bringing out a fourth was only an option.  It didn't work out.  That's life.  
The stuff in the safe was a bonus...Now they don't even out but again; that's 
life, sonny boy."

    Dale Haggerty looked over at Willy Tamarack.  Both of the men were smiling 
from ear to ear.  Erin O'Connell Tamarack walked out into the front room with 
just a "T" shirt on.  "Can't you fuckers let a girl get her beauty rest ?"

    All three of them started laughing.  Erin went to the fridge for a beer.  
Willy lit up a bowl...

                                    #####

    The three of them drove down out of the mountains a little after four in 
the afternoon.  It was clear but crisp.  The mountains had been in the 
twenties.  They stopped for gas just outside Salt Lake City.  Erin was pumping 
and Dale was washing the windows.

    I was on the phone.  "Bueno, Yo soy Willy Tamarack.  Se encuentra Luci ?"  
It was our son.  I'd been practicing months for this moment.

    "Willy !?"  She was excited.  So was I.  I continued in spanish and told 
her how sorry I was to hear about her husband.  She asked how I knew ?  The 
fucking internet is just fucking amazing, isn't it !?  We chatted about how 
cold it was for a few moments before she asked where I was ?

    "About six blocks away, if I'm any judge of distance...You busy ?  I've 
got some friends with me and we were thinking about flying down to Mazatlan in 
a couple of days.  I wanted to know if you and Pablo would care to join us ?"

    A long pause.  "You want an answer...Now ?"

    "That'd be nice.  I could make some plans that way."

    "What about me ?  About my plans...

    "Well...I was thinking that maybe we could talk about that while we're 
down in Mexico.  I'd like to be able to help make some of those decisions for 
you and Pablo in the future.  Probably not fair but opportunity knocks only 
once...Usually.  This happens to be a rather unusual set of circumstances.  
But, yea !  I need an answer right now.  I seem to remember a young lady on a 
snowy night, many years ago, who took a big chance...We had a pretty good 
time, didn't we ?

    A moment of silence.  "You haven't given me much time.  How long are we 
staying ?"

    "Forever."

                         ***** CHAPTER SIXTEEN *****

    "Mr. Hemp Freedom for Mr. Helva ("The Star"), please."  Laughter was 
filling my ear.

    "Mr. Freedom...I take it you're ready for that charter flight ?  Any 
change in destination ?"

    "No, Hank.  As briefed.  There will be five of us and a whole shit load of 
gear.  How about your number one pickup point ?  As briefed ?"

    "Yea, Hemp.  When ?"

    "Day after tomorrow...Fifteen hundred hours and we just might be cutting 
it a bit close...comprende ?"

    "Spring offensive of '72 ?"

    "Yea, Hank...Real close to that..."

    "Any of your passengers do any low level shit back then ?"

    Now I was laughing.  "Yea...Cool as long as the smoking lamp is lit !"

    I broke the connection and turned to Erin in the back.  "Hand me the other 
phone, honey."  We were cruising though the barrio.  It was dusk.  The streets 
were just about empty though.  Not many were going to be sitting out on their 
stoops with the temperature hovering around freezing.  Dale parked a block 
away.

    I was dialing.  The phone was ringing.  "Hello"

    "Malibu here, Neal.  We got a deal ?"

    "Malibu...They want to sit down and talk."

    "Groovy..."  Neal stopped me.

    "Are you fucking stoned, asshole ?"

    I laughed.  "My personal habits are none of your concern, buddy.  Are we 
cooking with gas or should I just disappear ?"

    "I'll probably get my butt kicked for telling you this but I think they're 
interested.  Eleven September changed a lot of rules and priorities...So 
anything is possible but as always...I'd be checking six real good, Malibu."

    "Count on it...Thanks, Neal.  You want me to put in a good word for you ?"  
He was laughing his ass off.

    "Shit no, Malibu !  I'd have to do my resume all over again."

    "Ok !  Here's the deal...There's this convienence store on the highway 
just outside of Bryce Canyon..."

                                    #####

    "It's in the next block, Willy."

    "Ok...You guys cruise around for about a half hour or so.  If the porch 
light is on, find a parking place and join us.  If not...I'll be bumming 
around in some doorway, smoking a doobie."

    I bounced out of the car and walked rapidly toward the small house in the 
next block.  The porch light was already on.  She was going to go for it !  
After crossing the street, I started trotting.

    There was a lot of noise inside...Lots of people talking.  The door bell 
silenced them.  Luci opened the door and behind her was about ten if not 
fifteen people, looking toward the front door.  Some were my age.  Many were 
younger.  Pablo was hanging back with an older gentleman.  The silence lasted 
a little longer than I was hoping for...But I really wasn't sure what I was 
hoping for ?  Luci held out her hand so I took it and she turned to face the 
crowd.

    "Este es Willy Tamarack..."  She went on to tell them about how we met in 
the library while I was researching prostate cancer and marijuana cultivation, 
well she left out the cultivation part...And it would have been a lot more 
believable if Pablo wasn't a spitting image of his father...Willy Tamarack.

    When Luci finished, everyone started talking at once.  It was almost 
impossible to answer them all.  Some wanted to know how old I was ?  Those 
were the eight and nine year olds.  Pablo wasn't as forward as they were.  I 
was immersing myself in their culture...Their language.  I really felt that my 
spanish was descent...Well, maybe not descent but good enough to understand 
most everything and answer the simple ones.

    "I'm Luci's father."  He'd just appeared in front of me...Like a vision.  
Pablo was standing by his side, holding his hand.  "And just what is it, that 
you do ?"

    "I'm the chief executive officer of a relatively small trust that attempts 
to sway pubic opinion to certain views...Kind of like a lobbyist."  He looked 
confused.  "Comprende ?"  He nodded slowly.

    "You look remarkably like my grandson."

    "Yes, I do, sir.  Yes, I do."

    "Some families, in these matters, would not forget a wrong you did.  Do 
you understand this ?"

    "Yes, sir.  I do.  I'd like to apologize...And while we're at it.  I'd 
like your blessing.  I want to make your daughter my wife...With your 
permission...Of course."  I bowed.  Pablo was still holding his hand when we 
shook.  I think he knew what this was all about ?  Then I squatted down to 
talk with Pablo.

    "You're going to have a big couple of days in front of you, Pablo.  You 
ever been to Mazatlan ?"  He shook his head "no."  "It'll be a lot warmer than 
here.  Do you like Summer, Pablo ?"  The young boy was nodding his head up and 
down.  I smiled.  "You better make sure your mother packed your swim suit, 
buddy."

    The young "Willy Tamarack" ran to his mother and started pulling on her 
hand.  Luci Dominguez Torres looked over at Willy Tamarack and made a face 
before leaning down to listen to her son's querry.

                             ***** EPILOGUE *****

    The convenience store had been under surveillance for almost thirty-six 
hours.  Three agents on site in under eight hours...Ten agents now...Some on 
foot...Some in vehicles.  Somebody, at the last minute, decided they wanted to 
do a little more than just talk...They wanted more of a debriefing and then 
they just...Just might discuss some options.  If the information was top 
grade...Well, maybe, just maybe, a deal could be made ?

    The communications were patched together at the last minute but the 
satellite hook-up was working at top speed.  There had been a lot of discussion 
earlier, on how many to expect ?  Some said it took at least five or six to 
neutralize the mansion...There were only three bodies and they had all been 
identified.  There was a good list of the comings and goings at the mansion 
out in the desert.

    Well, there was that last bit, just before the fire started.  A vehicle 
started flashing it's head lights out into the desert from right in front of 
the mansion...And then the three figures, out in front of the vehicle, almost 
posing with their arms around each other's shoulders...The weapons clearly 
visible, being pumped up and down above their heads.  After the vehicle 
disappeared, there was just the fire.....

    "...Got a vehicle approaching the store.  A Toyota van...Getting the 
plates now...California..."  The reception was super.

    "It's him...I'm sure of it."

    The radio again, "...False alarm...There's only two of them and they're 
way too old...An old lady is helping an old man into a wheel chair..."

    The old couple disappeared into the convenience store.  "Want us to send 
them in ?"

    "No !  Hold off...But run the plates."  It wasn't nearly time yet.

    "Well...What do you think ?

    "Did you read his file ?"

    "Fuck ! No !  He's just a fuckin' doper...Did you ?"

    "Yea...He often does some pretty strange shit."

    From the back seat.  "The car's registered to an Elaine Tamarack !"

    "I want the van followed...Three cars...Front and back.  We've got you 
now, fuck head !"

                                    #####

    At the rear of the store, I got out of the wheel chair.  My mother was 
laughing her ass off.  My dad was chuckling.

    "Sure hope we can look as lame as you two when we leave this pop stand..."

    My dad interrupted mother's remark.  "Thanks, son...For letting us meet 
Luci and Pablo...Dinner was just superb !"  We were embracing.  Erin was 
hugging my mom.

    It took a few minutes and then they were making their way to the van.  
Erin and I moved to the convenience store office.  I owed the owner a good chunk 
of change and after settling up; we sat down to wait.  Twenty minutes to go.

    At ten minutes to three a Dominguez Bakery Truck pulled up in front of the 
convenience store.  The way the truck parked, at an angle, just about ruined the 
view of the front entrance for about ninety degrees.

    Dale looked like a fool in the uniform.  "How's the truck drive ?"

    "It'll get us there.  Hank was pre-flighting when I left.  Luci and Pablo 
are aboard...Along with all our other shit.  I just hope you got this all 
figured out, Malibu ?"

    "Don't worry, Dale...I can damn near feel them out there myself.  They 
were shittin' their pants when the Toyota pulled up."  Erin was way amped.  So 
was I.

    "Erin's right...They've split their forces.  They're going to feel like 
idiots stopping my mom and dad.  Mortimer is going to ream their asses good."  
I started laughing.  "Ten minutes 'till kick-off.  Get the employees tied up."

    They were five minutes late.  A rental car with lots of power.  They 
weren't taking any chances.  There were two of them and they were dressed to 
rumble...Jeans, sports shirts and sport shoes.  One of them was carrying a gym 
bag.

    Dale was over stacking some bread.  I was dressed as a clerk, behind the 
counter and reading a newspaper.  Their heads were on a swivel when they 
entered the store.  If they'd split up a bit it would have been a lot harder 
but they didn't and came straight toward the counter.

    Right on cue, Erin stepped out of the freezer bare ass naked and yelled.  
"Anybody in here wanna fuck !"

    They both turned as one.  Too late now, guys.  Dale was standing behind 
them with the AK dangling from his shoulder.  When they looked back at me, I 
had the other AK lying on the counter top.  Threatening them but not quite.  
Dale pointed to his ear so I motioned Erin forward.  She was working her jeans 
back on but was topless.

    Erin relieved the agents of their ear pieces and communications gear then 
disarmed them.  She laid their weapons on the counter.

    "Well, I believe you two have a package for me ?"  I was motioning for the 
gym bag.  It was lying on the floor.  The younger agent picked it up while 
watching Erin fasten her bra.

    "They're quite nice tits for an old woman."  The agent turned several 
shades of red as he tossed the gym bag on to the counter.  I replaced the 
contents with what I ripped off from Elija's safe.

    "I'll trust that this is a fair trade ?"  I waited.  "Well...Is somebody 
going to answer that ?"

    "I thought we got to talk a bit."  It was the older guy.

    "Pretty much everything I know is in that gym bag...Right from the source.  
No guess work...His records...All I ever had was a hunch.  Just a `wag'."  The 
younger agent looked puzzled.  "A wild ass guess, sonny."  He colored again.

    "So I guess I'm going to have to trust you two that I'm getting what I 
paid for...All past sins forgiven and forgotten...A clean slate."  Erin was 
starting to tape their wrists.  "Well, that and the surveillance camera footage 
ought to make me sleep a lot better at night."  I laughed a little and watched 
Dale and Erin herd them into the manager's office.

    When they returned, I was already at the front of the store.  "Let's hit 
it, gang.  It much too fucking cold up here...Mazatlan here we come !  Dale 
wait until you see the surf..."

    The bakery truck was two blocks from the store before they sent in another 
agent.  Three vehicles left the convenience store two minutes later, speeding 
after the bakery truck.

    "Got sight of the truck yet ?"

    "No...Isn't the airport out this way ?"

    "Yea...Should be a couple of miles ahead of you."

    "We got that covered ?"

    "Way ahead of you.  Jake is out there with a vehicle.  They're toast."

                                    #####

    "Where's that guy going ?  And what kind of plane is that ?"  Jake was 
nervous.  He'd heard the pursuit on his comm gear and now this airplane was 
taxiing to the North.  "Where did that airplane come from anyway ?"

    "No sweat, sir.  The guy's just doing an engine run-up...He's warming them 
up on the way to run-up area.  Blows too much shit all over the place down 
here."  Jake Morrison relaxed a little.  They were getting close.  He looked 
over toward the highway and saw what looked like a bread truck zoom right by 
the entrance to the airport.  It was the first time he keyed his mic all day.

    "Got, what looks like, a bread truck speeding past the airport entrance.  
Airport secure."  Jake was very relieved now.

    Jake could actually follow the bread truck as it skidded into a left turn 
just beyond the airport perimeter.  The pursuit reported that they had the 
bread truck in sight.  Wouldn't be long now...The bread truck was no match for 
the horse power they had.

    Suddenly the bread truck was caroming off the road and into the grass.  It 
was heading right for the perimeter fence that surrounded the airport.  Shit !  
It was just three strands of barbed wire to keep the deer out.  The truck 
skidded to a stop just short of the fence and three figures rushed out of the 
truck.

    Jake had his glasses on them and watched as the two men spread the wire 
for the woman.  She was running on ahead as the men made their way through the 
wire...Across the mowed field toward the end of the runway.  The men were 
catching her now.

    Oh !  Fuck !  That airplane was taxiing on to the runway.  Jake screamed.  
"What the fuck is that guy doing ?!"

    The radio crackled a bit then out came, "Bryce Canyon traffic...Bryce 
Canyon traffic...Piper six tango foxtrot starting to roll for a South 
departure."

    "Stop him...What'd he say ?"

    "You're making too much noise for me to hear shit...Shut up for a moment."

                                    #####

    I was last.  Erin and Dale were already on board.  I climbed carefully 
into the airplane.  No sense fucking it up now.  It was a real nice Navajo.  
Pressurized, I noticed, as Dale slide the door shut.  Erin shouted, "Secured !"  
The plane lurched forward.  I had to grab hold of a seat.  Luci looked 
frightened.  Pablo was smiling, looking back at me as the plane accelerated 
down the runway.

    I heard Hank over the P.A.  "Welcome aboard Hemp Flight 001.  You all 
might want to grab hold of something."  I started laughing.  Approaching the 
parking area, we were about fifty feet off the ground, gear up and seemed to 
be moving right along.  Abruptly, Hank rolled her up on a wing and turned 
ninety degrees to the runway, away from the parking area.  We were quickly 
approaching rising terrain.  I squatted down a bit to get a better look out 
front.

    Another hard turn to the right and we were flying down a narrow valley 
that spread open in front of us.  Still no more than fifty feet off the 
ground...We were on our way to Mexico !

                                     end

                             !!! COMING SOON !!!
                               *** "Chaos" ***



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