Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Shit Hits the Fan
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (MMF torture snuff)(MF+ oral anal incest)(MF+ mock rape interr oral anal)(M+F+ interr mock-rape)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1999 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 (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                               !!!  WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  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 plots introduced in some of my previous writing.  If 
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," 
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack."  Characters who appear in 
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first 
time they appear in "The Stories."  The code is as follows: WT-A = The 
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.  
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or 
trip(s) in which the character appears.  It should go without saying; any 
resemblance between the characters in this account 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

                           "The Shit Hits the Fan"
                             (MMF torture snuff)
                            (MF+ oral anal incest)
                       (MF+ mock rape interr oral anal)
                           (M+F+ interr mock-rape)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                             ***** PROLOGUE *****

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

    The old man struggled out of the shore break.  Outside it was twenty feet 
plus...The wind howling down off the mountains, pure off shore.  Nobody could 
ride Pipeline without the off shore wind.  The old man was carrying an old, 
big wave board, ten foot plus...A pintail with hard rails and very skinny - a 
speed board.  His limbs were shaking, his body exercised to the max.  He'd 
never ridden anything that size, the high still rushing through his body.

    His mind wandered back to the moment that made him as he struggled through 
the shore break and the back wash to the sand.  The wave appeared out of 
nowhere, catching everyone unaware.  The old man dumbly stroked once and felt 
the power of the swell carry him toward shore.  He was up on his feet, not 
facing the wave but backside.  The drop took his breath away.  Hearing the 
Hawaiians in the line up talking shit about him.  Wondering why he was even 
here ?  It zapped his confidence.  He wasn't sure until the adrenaline rushed 
through his body.

    He crouched down and dropped his rear foot toward the tail block.  He 
looked up to his left and saw the wall rush out in front of him.  
Unconsciously, he pressed the rear of the board into the trough and off he 
went.  It was instinctive.  The board rose and he shuffled toward the nose.

    The wall seemed a hundred yards long as he crouched on the board, afraid 
he would be swept off of it.  The wind was fierce against his body.  The board 
trimmed out and all there was...Through a small hole in the wave...Was blue 
sky.  The old man was frozen and the fear coursed through his body.  His sight 
padlocked on the opening of the wave, afraid he wouldn't make it.  It got 
dark.  He could no longer see the shore, just the hole and a small bit of sky.

    The noise was terrific.  He could hear the wave rushing through the holes 
in the coral.  A sucking sound that drowned out any other noise.  The pressure 
was intense !  He could feel it against his ear drums, like he was descending 
from high altitude.  He was transported to the ultimate fighter...Against the 
ultimate adversary.  He shuffled a foot forward and almost lost his balance, 
the speed almost unreal.  Like a fighter in full afterburner !

    He burst out of the opening and all was sky and world...Faced the wave and 
carved a giant arc back into the womb.  He was free but traded it for the 
tube.  The wave was still rushing off to his left and instinctively he turned 
into the meat of the tube and it got dark and still.  His brain was pumping 
and he could feel the rush of life flow through him.  The board came around 
and he'd been there before.  He crouched and spit out of the opening of the 
wave.

    The sun was bright after the darkness, the wind pushing against his body.  
He stood tall and watched as the lip poured over him, knowing that he'd made 
it.  Hands at his sides, speed unreal and then he was over the top and thrown 
from the board.  His feet felt the coral as he grabbed his board and quickly 
paddled to shore.  He was surprised how close he was.

    There she was, half way down the slope of the sand.  All of fourteen, 
maybe fifteen, wearing a skimpy bikini.  Blonde and beautiful and almost 
naked.  He felt the power flow through him as he carried his board up the 
steep beach.  She moved toward him, almost skipping.  He was there, at the top 
of the world...The king of his sport...A man among men.  She was close.  He 
could smell her.  A hint of flower, the sand, the sun and the breeze off the 
mountains.

    A stocky Hawaiian approached.  "Hey !  Bro...You fucking my girl friend ?"

    The old man looked at the young lady and found her naked as a child.  A 
natural blonde with wispy hair covering her groin.  Her breasts proudly poking 
out of her chest, topped with light cherry colored areolae and nipples that 
were erect, the wind caressing them.

    He felt the tightness in his groin and then the Hawaiian pulled the two of 
them apart.  "Hey !  Bro...You're a fucking dead man....."

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

    The cellar was cool and dark but dry.  Air conditioning could be heard in 
the background.  The woman was bound to the wall in chains with leather clasps 
at her wrists and ankles, spread out like an "X".  She was naked...Middle age 
but very well preserved.  Her breasts were about the size of small 
cantaloupes, her areolae a light brown against her white skin...Her nipples 
flaccid...Her arms stretched up above her head, pulling her breasts taunt 
against her chest...Her legs spread, her shaved labia, hanging down from her 
crotch.  There was a sheen of perspiration all over her body, her head hanging 
down on her chest...Her eyes glazed, looking at the floor, her lip stick 
smeared.  Below her was a pool of urine and a pile of liquid excrement.  The 
cellar stank of piss and shit but most of all, fear.

    The two men were stripped to the waist.  One was about the woman's age.  
The other was at least ten years older.  The younger man had a prominent bulge 
in his pants.  The older man was assured the husband would allow him to do 
just about anything to his wife.  The husband was getting excited watching his 
wife, especially when the electricity surged through her body.  The two of 
them were seated at a table, sharing a bottle of wine.

    "Well, cunt, where is this cabin ?"  The older man had just removed the 
probe from her vagina.  He was greasing it up with some lubrication, not that 
she needed it any more but he felt it made the electricity all that more 
effective.  Finished with the probe, he rose and walked toward her.  He lifted 
her head by her left ear.  She was almost bald, just a stubble of hair covered 
her skull...Like a concentration camp victim.  The older man looked into her 
eyes.  "Come on, cunt...Tell us."  He passed the probe past her eyes.  They 
almost looked alive as they followed the probe.  The older man ran the probe 
against her nipples and they hardened some what.

    He turned to the younger man.  "Give the box a couple of cranks."  The 
younger man at the table cranked the handle on the box furiously for a moment 
or two and the woman strained against her bonds as the older man alternated 
the probe between her nipples.  The woman's screams filled the cellar.

    "Aaaaaagghghhh...Oooooohhhhh !  Stop...Pleeeeease...Stooooop."  The 
younger man cranked the box again and the sound of the machine was drowned out 
by the woman's screams.

    The older man gave the cut off sign.  Sweat was pouring off the woman, 
dribbling down her rib cage, her sides and between her breasts.  Her entire 
body was quivering.  Connie Clark was sure they were going to kill her.

    Fuck !  She really didn't know where the cabin was ?  Had only been there 
two, three times; was always either stoned on his weed or that fucking cocaine 
Carol always seemed to have.  She wasn't sure she could take anymore of this 
but didn't know how to stop it...Had told them everything she knew but they 
wanted more.

    The younger man at the table was her ex-husband, Rich.  The older man, 
with the probe, was called Elija.  She'd heard Carol talk about him but Carol 
couldn't be involved with this, could she ??  Elija was reaming the probe back 
into her vagina and in the background she could see Rich massaging his cock, 
anticipating cranking on the box again.  He was getting turned on watching the 
old man torture her and was sure they were going to fuck her before they were 
done.

    There was a saw horse over by the other wall and she was sure she'd 
eventually end up bent over it while the men took their pleasure with her.  
Then what ?  She had no idea.

    The electricity surged through her womb and she could hear herself 
screaming but it sounded far, far away.  Her head was bouncing against the 
wall behind her.  She could feel the rough cement against her back and 
buttocks and the electricity kept flowing, her legs jerking around.  She 
voided herself again and then passed into unconsciousness.

    "We got enough to go on, Elija ?"

    The old man was hosing the mess on the floor to a drain in the middle of 
the cellar.  "Yea...There aren't many places up there and our DEA friends have 
one of those magic helicopters with heat detectors, night vision, infrared...  
All that shit.  Hey !  They're pros right ?!"  The old man laughed.

    "Well...Let's get the show on the road."

    "I thought you might like to give it to your ex one last time.  I 
guarantee it will be the fuck of life time.  Give me a hand."

    Elija watched Rich as he got up from the table.  Jesus !  The guy had a 
raging hardon in his pants.  Elija was even feeling a little tickle of desire 
but didn't want to waste one of the pills Tamarack's wife gave him.  Shit ! 
They gave him a hardon for an hour, much better than the ejections.  The two 
of them took the woman off the wall and strapped her to the saw horse.  The 
old man was busy attaching clamps to her nipples while her ex-husband was 
tightening the straps around her wrists.

    Rich was tremendously turned on watching the old man push a different 
probe into his ex-wife's cunt.  Even after all these years and all the recent 
events, she still turned him on...Was one of the best fucks he'd ever had.  
His cock throbbed in his slacks.  Elija stepped away from Connie's behind and 
Rich could see her gaping cunt and the wire coming out of it.

    "Put this on and stick it in her ass, Rich.  She'll take you to the moon, 
buddy."  Rich was already unbuttoning his slacks as the old man held out the 
large knobbed dildo.  Maybe, just maybe, he'd have a piece of her, too ?!  If 
she lived through it ?  Might just be worth one of the magic pills ?  Elija 
sat at the table and watched Rich work the fat, hard rubber cock into his 
ex-wife's anus.  He started thrusting and Elija started cranking the little 
black box.

    Connie jerked taunt against her bonds.  She could feel the fat pole of 
what she thought was cock in her ass.  She was jerking around like she was out 
of control.  Her screams filled the cellar.  She tried to look behind her to 
see who was fucking her ass, then the voltage went up and she bellowed out a 
tortuous cry.

    Rich couldn't believe how tight his ex-wife's asshole was.  He could feel 
it  through the rubber dick he was wearing.  He was ramming it to her, trying 
to hurt her.  Had her hips in his hands, spreading her cheeks apart...Watching 
his hard cock rip in and out of her asshole.  Her body was spasaming around 
like a dying animal, her screams turning him on to no end.  Her anus was 
twitching around the slab of rubber and meat he had buried in her and every 
few moments he could feel the tingle of the electricity against his hands on 
her hips.

    Elija decided it wouldn't be worth a magic pill.  The bitch wasn't going 
to last much longer.  He'd seen it all before and done it all before...A long, 
long time ago, when he was working for that nemesis of American intelligence - 
The KGB.  He turned the voltage up to the max and started cranking the box 
like a crazy man.

    "Come on, stud...Fuck her good !"  He yelled as he watched the man 
standing on the packing crate, packing his ex-wife's fudge.  The sweat was 
starting to roll down his back and the woman was out of control...Non-stop 
yelling and screaming, begging him to stop.  At least that's what he thought 
as all she was really making was a lot of noise.  But, loud noise at that.  
Elija cranked faster and the woman was now coming up off the saw horse, the 
man behind her trying to keep the rubber cock plugged into her asshole.

    With one loud, pain filled wail the two of them reached the apex of life 
and death, light and dark.  Rich started cuming, his semen dribbling down on 
the packing crate.  Connie voided herself again.  Elija could see the liquid 
shit dribbling down her legs, mixed with urine and the screams of the man 
overcame the screams of the woman because she'd become still...Another shallow 
grave in the desert.

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

    I was sound asleep.  I'd spent most of the evening packing dried bud into 
plastic bags and getting real stoned.  This harvest had been the best I'd ever 
had.  Beat the shit out of the stuff I was growing in Idaho.  Fuck !  One 
hit...No shit !  One hit and you're in outer space...I figured at least four 
pounds.  I had a shit load still drying down stairs.  I was wiped out when I 
went to bed at nine...Spent about ten minutes trying to read a letter from 
Dale Haggerty.  He was someplace in the Philippines...Shit !  He even sent 
some pictures of himself, surrounded by all these young filipino women.

    In my dreams, I was joining them...There, where it never got cold and the 
waves were always warm and the women always horny and then...

    "Wop...Wop...Wop...Wop...Wop."  I was back in 'Nam and a helicopter was 
moving off in the distance, close to the ground.  It's sound reverberating 
against the foliage and the cabin...Fuck !  I wasn't in 'Nam !?  I jerked 
awake and could just make out the sound receding from what I thought was the 
front of the cabin.  I sprang out of bed and rushed into the front room; 
ripped open the sliding glass doors and peered out into the darkness.  I 
couldn't see shit but faintly heard the blades beating the sky...Faintly, the 
pressure changed against my ear drums...I froze, not breathing, then only the 
silence of the forest.  I was positive, though.  It was a fucking helicopter.  
Now...What the...Oh !  Fuck !

    I dashed to the bedroom, dragged my back pack out of the closet...tossed 
it on to the bed and rushed to the kitchen; swept all the dope off the bar and 
into a big baggie.  I got the shit, I'd packed earlier, out of the ice box, 
and crammed it into the baggie.  Back to the bedroom...The tinkling of the 
cans made me freeze.  I rushed to the light switch and plunged the room into 
darkness...Probably too late.  I grabbed some clothes out of the drawer and 
was into my long johns and jeans in seconds.  A heavy jacket came out of the 
closet.

    I was getting my jacket on as I pulled the drapes apart and peered out 
into the darkness behind the cabin.  The moon came out from behind some clouds 
and lit up the snow covered ground.  I couldn't see a fucking thing.  Fear was 
surging through my mind, body, being...I was scared shitless !  Maybe I just 
imagined it ?  No !  That was the sound of a helicopter.  I looked at my watch 
in the light from the moon.  Zero two hundred...A perfect time.  A movement 
caught my eye.  I stared at it but it was nothing...I think ?

     My brain was in over drive.  There were tracks the other day in the snow 
when I walked home from the general store.  The military looking guy or maybe 
he was a cop, paying a little too much attention to me while I ate lunch.  He 
looked familiar ??  Maybe not ??

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    The helicopter set down in a clearing down by the road.  Elija was 
excited.  So was Wayne Montana.  Rich Clark was drained...Knew his ex-wife 
wasn't going to magically appear tomorrow as if nothing had happened...Finally 
realized that she was going to spend the rest...Rest of what ?  Knew she'd 
spend it in that shallow grave in the desert.  Elija laughed to himself 
looking at Rich as Wayne was talking on the cell phone.

    "They'll be here in less than two minutes."  The three of them moved off 
toward the road.  The helicopter hovered for a second and then disappeared 
into the darkness.  A large van was parked at the head of the dirt road, 
leading to the cabin.

    "Ok !  Fuckers...This is payback...I want the fucker alive...No fuck ups."  
The lead men, dressed in black and wearing night vision gear, moved off down 
the road.  There were six of them, more than enough for one man.  The six were 
heavily armed with automatic weapons and stun grenades...Some frag grenades, 
too; if things got out of control but Wayne didn't think that was going to 
happen.  He could hardly wait to wipe that silly grin off Tamarack's face.  
Wayne, Elija and Rich moved on down the road behind them.

    I sat in the middle of the bedroom and damn near shit my pants.  The fear 
was freezing me to the floor.  I thought I heard another tinkle from the cans 
behind the cabin and all of a sudden I was flooded with life, adrenaline 
pumping through my veins.  I crawled back over to the window and peered 
outside.  A movement over to the left.  I was positive and stared just to the 
right of it, saw a glint of moon light off something metallic.

    I rolled away from the window, dug my binoculars out of the bottom drawer 
and with it, my Christmas present from Carol.  I leaned against the drawers 
and checked the gun, grabbed a couple of extra rounds and shoved them in my 
jacket pocket.  I made sure the safety was on...No sense in shooting my foot 
off, then crammed the gun into the waist of my jeans.

    Wayne was talking on the cell phone again.  Rich was showing more signs of 
life and Elija was tremendously excited.  Thoughts of having the Tamarack 
woman to himself and turning her into the most vile, perverted thing on the 
face of the earth flooded his mind.  It'd been a long time...That Czech woman 
in the late seventies...God !  She was a sexual animal and the Tamarack woman 
reminded him so much of her.

    "...Yea...Five minutes..."  And then to the group in front of the cabin.  
"One of the idiots in back stepped on a can or something but there hasn't been 
any movement in the cabin.  You guys sure what you're supposed to do ?"  The 
three darkly dressed men nodded in the light of the moon.

    I moved to the bathroom, grabbed my pink pills along with some toiletries 
and filled the back pack with some clothes...Remembered the cash in the closet 
and shoved it into the back pack along with the rest of the shit.  I slung it 
on to my back and picked up the binoculars, moved to the front room and peered 
out through the sliding glass doors.  I raised the binoculars to my eyes and 
focused on where the dirt road opened up into the parking area in front of the 
cabin.

    Fuck !  There they were.  Clearly visible in the moon light.  One, two, 
three...Six of them and probably three or four behind the cabin.  I slithered 
to the trap door that led to the weed room and pried it up.  I was down the 
ladder and out of the back pack in seconds.  I started prying the grill off 
the exhaust fan and then ripped the fan and motor out of the shaft.  It was 
going to be a tight fit.  The thought of me getting stuck in the pipe made me 
shake with fear.  I slung the back pack into the tube and then looked over the 
farm one last time...My sea of green.  The lights were still blazing and I 
left them on.  Then climbed back up the ladder.

    Wayne Montana whispered into the cell phone.  "Ok...Here goes."  And then 
lifted the bullhorn to his lips.  "You there in the cabin...Federal officers.  
Come out on to the porch with your hands on your head.  Two minutes or we're 
coming in to get you."

    The sound scared the shit out of me and I didn't start understanding the 
words until he started talking about coming out on to the front porch.  Yea !  
Fat, fucking chance, Wayne.  I didn't recognize the voice but there was no 
doubt in my military mind...You're toast, Montana.  If I get out of here, 
every news paper in the Western United States is going to get a copy of that 
tape of you fucking and sucking with Carol and Monica and your buddies with 
the girl scouts.  Your career is finished, fucker !  Bill Clinton might escape 
from something like that but you won't.  I laughed but then stopped suddenly, 
realizing the chances of me getting out of here were slim and none.  Oh !  
What the fuck...I'll go out in a blaze of glory...Who the fuck was I trying to 
kid ??  Only myself !

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

    "Ok...Ready in back ?"  The answer came back in the affirmative.  "Larry, 
stitch out that glass door and before the glass hits the floor, I want a stun 
grenade into the cabin.  Then we go in...Ok !  Go !"  The three of them moved 
off into the parking area.  Larry was flicking off the safety of the AR-15 
while Doug pulled the pin on the grenade.  Wayne was thinking, "It's all over 
but the shouting, Tamarack."  Rich was back to the real world and he and Elija 
moved a little closer.  The third agent moved off to the hill that led to the 
porch at the side of the cabin.  The men in back were already moving.

    I was standing by the video room, right next to the trap door to the weed 
room, had the binoculars to my eyes and saw them move out.  "D" Day as I 
recalled telling Mrs. Abernathy a long time ago.  I crossed the room in three 
or four large strides and flicked on the flood lights.  That bathed the 
parking area in a glow of sun light...Well, maybe not that bright but when I 
saw the guys were wearing goggles, I knew I'd just evened up the odds a 
little.  They were blind men and it'd probably be several seconds if not a 
minute or two before they could see again.

    When the flood lights went on, Larry's aim was thrown off and he only put 
about five rounds through the sliding glass doors.  Doug already had his arm 
cocked with the stun grenade but it went high and bounced off the front of the 
cabin.  It fell back into the parking area and went off with a terrible noise.  
All six men in the parking area ended up on the ground with their hands trying 
to dig the ringing out of their ears.

    The automatic weapon's fire scared the shit out of me and I hit the floor 
about half way back to the weed room.  When the sound of the explosion entered 
the cabin, I went deaf but then so was most everyone else.  I rolled to my 
side, pulled the gun from my jeans and loosed off three or four shots down 
into the light of the parking area, not really aiming...Just to show them I 
wasn't going like a lamb to the slaughter...Shit !  They fired first !

    I was real close to the trap door when I felt the guy drop down on to the 
porch.  I look over and find this black figure picking his way through the 
broken glass on the porch.  I go head first down the ladder and end up in a 
heap on the floor of the weed room, scramble up the ladder and pulled the trap 
door closed.  With my foot, I flick off the lights but realize that it'll be 
several minutes until my night vision comes back.

    I count to sixty and then push up on the trap door.  There's no movement, 
that I can see, and silence.  Then from the parking area, "Get some first aid, 
Larry's hit."  I see movement...The dark figure is in the front room.  I lower 
the trap door and consider my options.  Not many.  Probably hit a federal 
agent...Probably life to eternity...What the fuck !?

    The men in the parking area are just now regaining their situation 
awareness.  The guy calling for help mistook Larry for one of the civilians 
just tagging along for the ride but the misidentification was already fact.  
Wayne Montana grabbed the bull horn and screamed into it.  "Larry's dead !  
Kill the mother fucker !"

    Just seconds after he screamed the last word, Larry slithered up to him 
and said.  "Hey !  Boss, I'm ok...It was one of the civilian fucks."  Rich 
Clark lay, a crumpled heap, with a bullet right through his chin.  The slug 
skipped off a rock about a foot in front of his face and took out most of his 
lower jaw...Blew the back of his head about twenty feet into the parking area.

    The black clad figure, in the front room of the cabin, switched to 
automatic and loosed an entire magazine around the room.  He quickly reloaded 
while kicking in the bedroom door, emptying half a magazine into the bedroom.

    Oh !  Fuck !  I was scared.  I could hear the bull horn, even with the 
trap door closed and then the automatic weapons firing in the front room...The 
tinkling of broken glass and things being torn up.  When I heard the bedroom 
door being kicked open I peeked out but saw nothing but night.  Then the 
fucker's legs entered the picture and I slid down the ladder and pushed my way 
into the sea of green...My plants...My friends.  I went to my stomach and held 
the gun out in front of me.

    The trap door comes up and several rounds are loosed down the ladder.  
They bounce around the room.  The guy says something but my ears are ringing 
and I can't make it out.  Then he starts down the stairs.  I aim toward the 
bottom of the ladder...Fat chance I'll hit a thing.  I can sense him standing 
in front of me and then he opens up, about waist high, into my plants.

    I lose control of my bladder and pee my pants but was real glad to be 
lying on the floor...Stalks of marijuana are falling all around me.  Slugs 
were ricocheting around the room.  This guy obviously wasn't the sharpest 
knife in the drawer.  Somebody yells something from upstairs.  I have no idea 
what he said.  My ears are ringing again.  The agent is climbing back up the 
ladder and then I hear a metallic sound of something bouncing off the ladder. 

    Oh !  Fuck !  A grenade rolls to within a foot of my face.  What a shitty 
way to go.  I'm up in milliseconds, grab the fucking thing and heave it up 
through the trap door.  I hear an, "Oh !  Fuck !" and then a terrific 
explosion.  When the sound fades away, I can hear some moaning.  I'm up the 
ladder in a flash, peeking out.

    The room is in flames  There are two guys on the floor.  One of them is 
crawling toward his automatic pistol.  He's black.  I must have blinked fifty 
times in a second.  It's Carol's John, the valet parking guy at the Mirage or 
Caesars...I can't remember.  He reaches his gun and is moving it toward where 
I'm peering at him from the trap door.  Fuck you, cock !  Die, mother fucker !  
I aim with both hands and squeeze until I hear the click of the hammer coming 
down on an empty chamber.  John's face and head disappear in an explosion of 
flesh and blood and all that other shit.

    I pull the trap door down behind me, jump to the floor and am into the 
ventilation shaft, pushing my back pack in front of me.  I feel the cooler air 
and then struggle to push the tree trunk away from the vent opening.  I'm out 
and covering the opening again.  My piss stained pants are cold against my 
groin but I'm off, heading toward the mountain at a brisk clip only stopping 
after counting to three hundred.  I can see the cabin going up, not the flames 
but the glow in the sky.

    I turn and start trotting.  That fucking helicopter might still be hanging 
around !?  I know I can't head over the higher passes.  If there's six inches 
of snow at this level, there will be three, maybe four times that higher up.  
I look to the sky, take a nav fix off the big dipper, turn south and start out 
again.  I keep to the military crest and in the trees as much as possible.

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

    I walked all night and only held up as the sun started to rise.  I hadn't 
heard any pursuit and not a sound from the helicopter.  Finding a cubby hole 
in some rocks, I shove my back pack into it.  I sit with my back against the 
back pack, reload my weapon and almost immediately fall asleep.

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    Erin O'Connel Tamarack got the call about nine the next morning.  She was 
fiddling with some shit ass paper work in her office.  The man on the other 
end of the phone was one of her police contacts...She'd met him through a good 
friend of hers, one of the officers she'd worked with in the past when she was 
with the L.A.P.D.  He wanted to know if she'd heard anything about a big drug 
bust...Major cultivation...Up in the mountains...DEA involvement...Word is, 
there were several deaths...DEA's not very forth coming about it.

    Seconds later she has Carol on the line.  "Be outside in five minutes."

    Eight minutes later, Carol gets in the Mercedes and they head for the 
cabin.  Erin outlines what she heard and Carol gets out her cell phone and 
makes several calls.  Erin only hears half the conversations but immediately 
knows Carol's "friends" don't have a clue.  At least, that's what they're 
saying ?!

    The two of them are silent as they drive by the dirt road that leads to 
the cabin.  There are several black and whites blocking the road and some 
uniforms are standing at the side of the road.  Erin accelerates after passing 
the black and whites.

    "What the fuck are you doing ?  We're part owners...We have a right to 
know what's happening on our property.  Turn around."

    "You realize Willy could be dead ?"

    "Fuck him !  He knew the risk.  Let's demand some answers !"

    "Shut the fuck up, Carol.  Willy was growing a ton of weed up here.  This 
is the last place in the world we want to be.  This is what I get paid to 
do...Get fucking stupid people out of jams with the law...And you stay off the 
phone with your wise guy friends...Understand ?"  Carol nodded and the two of 
them remained silent as they drove back to Las Vegas.

    They meet at the condo, well after dark and huddled in the bedroom.  Erin 
had spent the majority of the day trying to get some information out of her 
contacts.  No information was forth coming due to the usual...Until the 
families have been notified.  Carol was antsy, depressed and just moped 
around.  Erin tried to formulate a plan.  Carol was no help at all, telling 
Erin not to waste her time.  Their creative genius was gone.  Who knows where 
he was ?  Erin finally lost her temper and the two women argued then separated 
to sleep in different bedrooms.  Erin hears the phone ring and barges in on 
Carol.  She quickly slams down the phone.

    The lines of coke are still visible on the mirror on the night stand.  
"You stupid cunt !  What the fuck are you doing ?"

    "Fuck you, Erin.  I need to get laid.  Do you good, too.  You know the 
fucker's dead or in some jail cell getting his butt fucked off.  Fuck !  He 
was getting soft...All that young pussy was going to his brain...Didn't have 
it in him.  He's fucking dead, Erin.  Come on...Let's party !  Celebrate him 
going out with a bang !"  She started laughing, hysterically.

    Erin went back to her room and climbed into bed.  She heard Carol going to 
the front door about twenty minutes later.  The commotion in the front room 
caused her to almost leap out of bed.  When she entered the front room, Carol 
was yelling up a storm.  A couple of guys in suits were just inside the front 
door.  One of the suits had a hold of Carol; she was dressed in practically 
nothing.  Her lush body clearly visible, breasts almost bare, her areolae all 
crinkly, nipples erect.  Her bush was a forest on her lower stomach.  The two 
suits were getting a charge out of it and only let her go when Erin called 
across the room.

    "Hope you fuckers have a warrant signed by a real powerful judge here in 
the Valley.  The DEA doesn't have a real good reputation here.  I'm Erin 
Tamarack, a practicing attorney in good standing here in Nevada.  My boss, Ron 
Lyster can be here in ten minutes if you're more comfortable talking with a 
man.  I'm sure he'll understand why you're molesting a half dressed women in 
her home."

    The two suits backed away from Carol and she rushed off to her room, tears 
streaming down her face.  Erin watched her go and thought, "Shit !  The cunt's 
losing it and I thought she was the strong one ?!"

    One of the suits asked.  "I thought she was Mrs. Tamarack ?"

    "We're sisters."  Erin shot back.  "I want to see some I.D....Now !  Or 
you two may end up staying the night at one of our lovely detention facilities 
here in Las Vegas."

    The two suits fumbled with their wallets and Erin carefully copied down 
their names.  The two of them fenced for a bit and finally asked Erin to come 
down to the morgue and try to identify the body of a Willy Tamarack.  Erin 
left Carol in her room and went to get dressed.....

    .....Both bodies were burned beyond recognition.  One has his entire head 
blown off but the coroner tells Erin he's black.  Not Willy !  The other, a 
caucasian male, also has sever head damage from what appeared to be small 
arms.  He was about Willy's size and had what appeared to be a broken ankle.  
The heat of the fire had caused the bone to crack a little at the fracture.

    Erin asks whether he has a broken right ankle.  The coroner nods.  "Hard 
to tell how long ago ?"  Erin remembers Willy breaking an ankle playing 
football when he was thirteen, fourteen...Neighborhood rivals...Willy was 
faster than the wind but not after he spent six weeks in a cast...One leg 
always thinner than the other...Not that you'd notice...But it was his left 
ankle.

    She identifies the caucasian as Willy.

    The DEA guys want to ask her some questions.  Twenty minutes later, after 
a lot of bullshit, Erin drove back to the condo.  The fuckers were fishing.  
She was positive.  The only question that bordered on anything incriminating 
was, "Were you aware he was cultivating marijuana ?"

    "What proof of that do you have ?  Got some bales...A couple of ounces ?  
What ?"  The interview ended shortly thereafter.  Back at the condo, Erin 
heard the sounds of fucking coming through the walls as she stripped off her 
clothes and dressed in the darkest sweat suit she could find.  It was a little 
after midnight when she sped away from the condo and drove a crazy pattern 
throughout almost all Las Vegas until she was positive she wasn't being 
followed.  She stopped at a gas station way up on Rancho and then continued on 
toward the cabin.

    After parking near the general store, she made her way down the trail.  It 
was close to two a.m.  It was slow going as clouds obscured the sky and it was 
darker than shit.  She found the cabin was burned to the ground and walked 
down the road until she found one cop parked up by the highway.  Erin crouched 
down behind some bushes and watched for almost an hour; was positive he was 
the only guard.

    It took her over an hour to find the ventilation shaft and almost as long 
to roll the log away from the opening.  Erin wiggled into the shaft with the 
gas can in front of her.  She wondered how Willy made it out but then realized 
he was probably scared to death and she'd seen a lot of people do some pretty 
impossible things when they're scared.  The weed room was intact although she 
was sure automatic fire had cut down all the bushes.  She opened the gas can 
and doused it good; crawling back up the shaft after she finished.  Up in the 
fresh air, she used the last of the gas to douse a tennis ball...Torched it 
and rolled it down the shaft.

    Erin felt the concussion of the room igniting and then the heat pouring 
out of the shaft.  She sat there for a bit warming herself as the farm went 
up.  Let those fuckers get any evidence out of that inferno !  She struggled 
to her feet when the heat died out and looked up at the mountain.  She 
wondered how he was doing ?  Awfully fucking cold up here !

    It was dawn before she arrived back at the condo.  It was quiet and Erin 
was sure Carol would be sleeping it off.  She peeked in the bedroom and found 
Carol alone.  Thank God !  She didn't need any stupid fucks around.  Thoughts 
of Willy filled her head as she stripped off her sweaty, dirty clothes.  The 
shower felt great and she started singing a song she and Willy used to sing 
when they were going to grammar school together...The dawn of rock and roll !

    Carol rips the curtain aside.  "What are you so fucking happy about ?"

    "Willy..."  Erin stopped short after almost yelling his name.  She was 
about to tell Carol that he made it out.  That he's on the loose somewhere but 
decided to keep it to herself.

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

    I felt weak and knew I was running a fever.  Last night was hell coming 
down the Western side of the Spring Mountains.  I could see a highway off in 
the distance but figured I still had a couple of hours to go.  The Western sky 
was just starting to lighten up as I checked my watch.  Zero six-thirty.  The 
fucking hike was harder than I ever imagined but then maybe, just maybe, I 
wasn't in near the shape I thought I was ?

    As I got closer, I noticed the traffic on the highway was rather sparse.  
I imagined I looked like shit after spending three nights and two days coming   
over the mountains.  I was right and after walking and trying to hitch a ride 
for over three hours, finally saw some civilization off in the distance.  I 
redoubled my effort and eventually snuck into a rundown gas station restroom.  
The sight that greeted me in the filthy mirror was not encouraging.

    I was sporting about a three or four day growth on my face and my hair was 
sticking up all over.  It appeared much grayer than it had several days ago.  
There was no soap but I washed as best I could with the cold water coming out 
of the tap.  I was surprised how thirsty I was and spent what seemed like 
hours quenching my thirst.  I hadn't had much to drink except for handfuls of 
snow and that just burned calories.  I was surprised I wasn't hungry as shit 
and figured that was another sign I was sick.

    Outside it was cold but much warmer than up on the mountain.  I crossed 
the road to stay in the sun and headed North again.  There was more 
civilization ahead.  I figured it had to be Pahrump.  In the sun I was hotter 
than hell and then a little later freezing my ass off.  I was positive I was 
sick and just wanted to lie down and sleep for about a week.

    The screeching of the car tires vaguely registered in my mind but when I 
heard someone yelling "Willy !", figured I was hallucinating.

    Cindy was positive it was Willy and adamant that Aunt Betty stop.  Betty 
was not about to even slow down as the guy looked like a common bum...But when 
Cindy reached a foot over and slammed it against the brakes the car lurched 
around and finally fish tailed off the road about a hundred yards beyond the 
guy.

    Cindy was running as fast as she could toward the bum, yelling at the top 
of her lungs.  God !  What got into that girl ?  First showing up out of the 
blue and wanting a job and now this.  Betty started backing up when she saw 
the bum fall to the ground and Cindy go down on to her knees next to him.

    I was sure I was hallucinating when I saw Cindy running toward me, like a 
mirage in the desert.  The closer she got the better she looked, her breasts 
bouncing with every stride and then my knees got weak and I felt the pebbles 
of the road side against my face.....

    .....Stephan burst into the room but Elija was nowhere to be seen.  He 
heard the toilet flush and looked toward the bathroom.  The Tamarack woman had 
just left.  Fuck !  She was spending just about every night at the ranch and 
Elija wasn't out of bed until noon most days.  Shit !  Business was going to 
shit !

    "What's up, Stephan ?"  Elija was still in a dressing gown but Stephan had 
to admit that since the woman began visiting the boss looked pretty chipper in 
the morning.  He just wished he put a little more effort into running the 
operation.

    "The DEA claims the Tamarack broad lied about it being Tamarack at the 
morgue.  They want us to sweat her a little."

    "Tell the DEA to fuck off and die.  Those fuckers just want to back out on 
the deal we had.  Nobody could get out of that inferno alive.  Shit !  I 
watched it burn myself.  So they're a body short.  Things were so fucked up at 
the end nobody had any idea what was going on.  Not our fault they couldn't 
find a farm up there so they could boast about what a big drug bust it was."

    "Well...They're positive it wasn't Tamarack.  They think he's on the loose 
in the mountains.  That Montana guy claims Tamarack led him on some wild goose 
chase a couple of years ago down in Alabama.  He's positive Tamarack's alive.  
Plus he says an Erin Tamarack identified the body.  I thought...Isn't her name 
Carol ?"

    For a moment, just a flash really, the surprise showed on Elija's face.  
"Her name is Carol and stop calling her the Tamarack broad."  He sat and 
looked toward the ceiling for a few minutes before continuing.  "Stephan, 
start looking for this Erin Tamarack.  I'd like to ask her a couple of 
questions...Also find out if Tamarack has a sister ?"  Maybe those stories 
were true...About him having multiple wives...A harem, some said.....

    .....I was sweating like a pig and the sheets were damp around my neck.  
Fuck !  What sheets ?  I opened my eyes and freaked out...Had no idea where I 
was ?  I looked around the small bedroom.  Some women's clothes were hanging 
from the corner of a closet door.  Almost looked like a trailer house ?  I 
rose to my elbows and immediately got dizzy, flopping back down on to the 
mattress.

    Betty heard the rustle of bedding and left the front room to check on 
their boarder.  She'd finally got the entire story out of Cindy and now knew 
why her niece had been so insistent they stop for the scraggly looking bum at 
the side of the road.

    I had no fucking idea who the woman at the door was...Felt uncomfortable 
as hell just lying in bed but then I didn't have a stitch on and wasn't about 
to jump out of bed.  Although the woman was pretty good looking and had nice 
big tits...Fuck !  I must be starting to feel better !

    "You must be feeling better, hon ?  Hungry ?"  I just nodded my head.  
"Cindy's at work and won't be home for a couple of hours.  Your clothes are 
washed."  She pointed to a pile of folded clothes at the foot of the bed.  
"Scrambled eggs ok ?"  I nodded again.  My stomach growled at just the thought 
of food.

    As she left, she called back over her shoulder.  "The bathroom's down the 
hall.  We didn't wash you very well when you arrived."

    I'm sure she was referring to my stinking condition.  I could smell 
myself.  I was ripe.  When she left, I struggled out of bed and had to stand 
still for a few moments as I was dizzy as hell.  I searched the room for my 
back pack.  It was hanging in the closet and I quickly opened it and found 
that it hadn't been fucked with...The money, the gun, the dope, the 
clothes...It was all there.

    I wandered into the kitchen about a half hour later feeling about a 
million percent better and hungry as hell.  The woman had her back to me and 
was cooking bacon.  My mouth watered and some slobber escaped down my chin as 
I said.  "Hi !  I'm Willy...Willy Tamarack.  Can't thank you enough for 
putting me up.  Aaah...How long I been here ?"

    The woman turned and motioned toward the small table against the wall.  
"Three days, hon.  I'm Cindy's aunt...Betty.  How you feeling ?"

    I ate like a pig as Betty filled me in on the almost seventy-two hours I'd 
spent with them.  She informed me that I'd had a temperature of over a hundred 
and four when I arrived but last night it was down to normal.  I wondered how 
they were taking my temperature as I didn't remember being conscious since I 
thought I saw Cindy running toward me...Shit !  Three days ago.  Fuck !?

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

    "Cindy saved the news papers for you.  Said you'd be interested.  You made 
the front page of the Review Journal...Even made the paper here."  My mouth 
was full of eggs at the time and Betty just pointed to a stack of papers on a 
chair by the stove.  I started to get up but she reached over and tossed them 
on to the table.  "I'm going to take your bedding to the washer.  When you're 
finished you can watch TV but I doubt you'll find much news about yourself.  
It pretty much stopped yesterday at noon when the DEA claimed you died in the 
fire...Said your wife identified you.  She obviously got the wrong guy if 
you're Willy Tamarack."

    I kept eating, devouring the newspapers.  The first one blew me away.  A 
huge fucking headline announced.  "MAJOR DRUG BUST NEAR MT. CHARLESTON."  I 
dug into the article and was surprised how much different the story was from 
what I remember happened.  Fuck !  Those cock suckers...The article stated 
that when DEA agents approached the cabin they were met with a hail of gun 
fire...Yea !  After they sent enough lead through my front window to kill 
three Al Capones and then tried to throw a stun grenade in after the small 
arms.  Wayne baby, you're toast, fucker !

    After reading all the papers, I was surprised how little factual 
information was presented.  The DEA hinted that they expected to uncover tons 
of marijuana...That I was the major supplier in the Southwest United States 
but so far had come up with nothing when pressed by reporters.  My wife, Erin 
Tamarack, identified the body...Claimed the DEA was way off base...Was 
demanding proof of the drug charges.  Mr. Tamarack was a retired veteran, 
living on a pension...Had served his country honorably for twenty years and 
didn't deserve having his reputation ruined after being gunned down by the 
Nazi like DEA.  God !  What balls she had !?

    I was resting on the couch in the front room.  Betty had left a little 
over an hour ago in the car and said that Cindy would be back with it soon.  
Apparently Betty worked in the afternoon and evening.  Cindy worked in the 
morning.  They shared the car and just about everything else.  I was dozing, 
trying to figure out what had happened to me during the last week, and hardly 
heard the car pull into the carport.

    Cindy burst into the trailer house and threw herself on to the couch right 
on top of me.  "Willy...Willy...Welcome back to the living, honey."  Jesus !  
What a reception.  I could feel her breasts mashed against my chest and 
immediately came awake.  I was tempted to throw my arms around her and kiss 
her but before I could command the action she was up astride me, talking a 
mile a minute...About the news papers, the TV reports, my death, my wife...She 
went on for about five minutes before I finally shut her up by kissing her.

    She pushed herself up before I had the balls to snake my tongue into her 
mouth and looked embarrassed.  "I'm sorry...Overcome by emotion...Thanks for 
taking care of me."  She leaned down and kissed me right on the lips but was 
up and into the bedroom before I could react.

    She fixed a fantastic dinner and we talked until about eight when she said 
she had to go to bed.  Her and Betty were sharing the pull out sofa in the 
front room so I retired to the bedroom and took inventory of my back pack.  I 
considered inviting her to sleep with me but figured Betty might not think it 
was too cool that her niece was sleeping with some scum bag they picked up off 
the side of the road three days ago...Plus, I wasn't sure she'd accept.

    I heard Betty enter the trailer and we talked a little when she peeked in 
on me but the rest of the night I spent thinking about what I had to do to.  
Wasn't about to go back to 'Vegas...Wasn't about to announce to the world that 
I was alive...Lay low for a while and the first thing on the list was to send 
a little message to my buddy, Wayne Montana.  He was about to become a TV 
star, along with his snooping side kicks.  For that, I needed to get to 
California.

    I was up early and heard the shower going.  Betty was still sleeping but I 
shot the shit with Cindy before she asked me to drive her to work.  She was 
working as a waitress in the big casino.  Betty was a cocktail waitress and 
got her the job.  I stopped at a pay phone on the way back to the trailer park 
and called my parents.  They acted totally normal so I figured they hadn't got 
the word yet that their son was dead and buried.

    Betty slept until noon and we shot the shit for a bit as she ate 
breakfast.  I mentioned that I'd like to get to LA and she offered to drive 
me.  I told her that wasn't too good an idea as I'd just as soon keep her and 
Cindy as separated from me as possible.  I still wasn't sure what the fuck was 
going on and didn't want to get them any more involved than they already were.

    Betty got up from the table to put her dishes in the sink.  She turned and 
said, "I've got a friend who comes through here every couple of weeks or so.  
He drives a rig from somewhere to LA  He's due here tonight.  I'm sure he'd 
let you tag along.  You'd have to leave here early tomorrow morning."

    That sounded great to me and I wasn't paying too much attention to Betty 
as I plotted out my plan.  She had her hands on the table across from me, 
leaning forward.  Her bosom was impressive and jerked me back to the here and 
now.  Her house dress was straining to hide her tits and the deep cleavage of 
her breasts was drawing my attention.

    "Cindy told me all about it...And I'm sure if you were any younger, she'd 
drop everything and run away with you.  She owes you big time and while 
staying here may be somewhat of a pay back...I think you deserve a little 
more."  I was staring right into her eyes and there was no doubt in my 
military mind that I was going to get laid.  My cock was already twitching in 
my sweat pants.  I just smiled.  "Cindy says you grow the best dope in the 
world...that it was the only reason she was able to sleep while she was 
staying with you...So what the papers say is true ?"

    I got up from the table and went back to the bedroom.  When I got back 
Aunt Betty's house robe, or whatever, was loosely tied at the waist and her 
cleavage was much more visible.  I torched up the joint while sitting down and 
then passed it across the table.

    Betty was really taking a hit off the joint.  She held her breath and her 
tits were like mountains on her chest.  I finally noticed that she was holding 
the joint out to me.  I laughed a little as she exhaled.

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

    "Oh !  Wow !  I feel it already."  I could hardly wait to feel her tits.  
I hit on the joint and passed it back.  My cock was growing like a weed while 
she stared at me as she pulled on the joint.  I was pretty sure it wouldn't be 
long and she'd be sucking on my joint.  I could hardly wait.  I reached across 
the table and took the joint from her.

    "Why don't we finish this in the bedroom ?"  I rose and held out my hand.  
She got up on her own and shucked off the robe.  Her tits were mountains on 
her chest.  Good, big, sagging tits !!  A deep cleavage between them...The 
areolae and nipples large and well used.  I wanted to feel her cleavage 
wrapped around my cock.  Her stomach was flat but had several rolls that in a 
few years would develop into a paunch.  Her belly button a deep crevasse in 
her belly, like it was holding in the weight of her rolls.

    Her bush was full and just a couple of shades darker than the hair on her 
head...Kind of a light brown.  It was a bushy pussy and I was as hard as rock.  
I told her I had to use the bathroom and rushed back after taking my pill.  
She was in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin.  I laughed as I pulled my 
pants down and my hardon sprang out of my pants.

    Naked, I climbed on to the bed and began to pull the covers down.  Her 
tits were spread out on her chest like over ripe fruit, having lost some of 
their form but none of their mass.  I bent and licked the closest nipple.  My 
hand traveled below the covers and found her cunt.  She was wet and my finger 
slid right into her.  I banged her pussy with my finger while stroking my cock 
with my other hand, just watching her...Still on my knees.

    She was starting to wiggle out a dance for me but didn't really want to.  
I laughed.  She never tried to pull my finger out of her by now sloppy cunt.  
She arched her back a little and pulled her knees up, then spread them.  I 
could see her fat, dangling cunt lips in her forest.  I licked my finger and 
then sucked on it.  She stopped dancing for a moment but continued when I slid 
my finger back into her.

    I was tempted to fuck her but held off.  It'd be much better if I ate her 
and then...Well, I was kind of hopping she'd beg me to fuck her.  Hey !  Man, 
I don't fucking know ??  I'm stoned out of my mind.

    I was on my knees in between her legs, still sliding my finger in and out 
of her.  She's dancing again.  I have nothing but skin around the finger I've 
got in her.  I work it up between the lips of her cunt and find a nice little 
nub of clitoris.  I work her lips apart and find a sheathed clit of good sized 
proportion.

    I'm licking it before she's taken a breath and am off to the races, 
slathering it with saliva.  I start jacking it off with my cunt butter soaked 
fingers and lick the tip with my tongue.  She came like a wild woman and I 
quickly lost hold of her clit.  I dove back in and began slathering her cunt 
lips with my juices.  She was drenched, her labia slick with my saliva and her 
cunt butter.

    I was crawling up her.  She was wiggling around.  I wanted to fuck her.  
Forget the begging, I couldn't wait.  I was in her and her legs came around 
me.  Slap...Slap...Slap...Slap !  The sounds filled the bedroom.  We were 
sweaty in minutes.  I fucked her faster and felt her cunt contract and bring 
me off just before she damn near took out my left ear drum with her 
screeching.

    I was up off her and my cock was still hard as rock, drenched in her body 
fluids.  "Turn over, Betty."  She was staring at my cock, not quite believing 
it was still hard after the fucking I just gave her.  She struggled to her 
stomach and I grabbed her hips and pulled her up.  I sliced my cock back into 
her and began to fuck.  She was wild in seconds, wailing and groaning like I 
was as big as a donkey.  I spread her ass apart and was met with a mildly 
hairy asshole.  I reamed a finger into it.  Dry.

    I wet my finger and reamed it back into her.  She was like a machine, 
pumping back at me and I didn't have to move as she fucked herself back and 
forth on my cock.  My finger was all the way into her ass and she was tight.  
I was doing the "Joe Cocker" behind her when she pulled away from me.

    I was up by the head board feeding her my cock.  This woman had sucked a 
few cocks in her life.  Her mouth was like a specially shaped suction cup, 
pulling my hard shaft deep into her mouth.  I felt her gag and then I was 
sliding out of her.  Back and forth her head went.  I was watching her lips 
devour my meat, all the way to the pubic hair.  My hands were in her hair and 
I was pumping.  She sucked and sucked, finally bringing me to a very pleasant 
orgasm.

    Even though my cock was still hard, we rested.  I was starting to tire and 
didn't wake up until four.  Betty was gone.  There was a note on the bed 
stand, telling me to meet her at the hotel at zero four hundred.  Fuck !  That 
was early.  I figured LA by ten at the latest.

    Cindy was taking a shower and I was copping a joint out in the front room.  
The news was going on and on about the newest war with Iraq.  I was fucked up 
and didn't notice Cindy walking by with just a towel on.  I noticed while she 
poured herself a coke and stared at her.  The swell of her breasts was visible 
over the top of the towel and it just barely covered her butt.

    She bent over and now I could see her bare ass, almost spread.  My cock 
leapt in my pants.  She was teasing me.  Even after Aunt Betty, I was 
approaching a full hardon in record time.  I lay back on the couch and stroked 
it as she went about her business in the kitchen.  She never bent over again 
but I was hard as rock when she walked by and headed back to the bathroom.  
She didn't even glance at me.

    I walked down to the bathroom and peeked in.  She was out of the towel and 
drying her hair.  I rubbed myself as I watched her.  Her ass was almost a 
perfect heart shape and white...So white.  She turned and looked at me.  I got 
a terrific view of the side of one of her breasts.  I just couldn't quite make 
out the nipple.

    She turned full on to me and I started undoing my jeans.  I moved toward 
her and wondered if Aunt Betty gave her a heads up ?  I doubted it.  I was 
kissing her while still pulling my jeans down.  My cock was hard but it ached 
after the workout her aunt and I gave it just this afternoon.

    She helped me step out of my jeans and I couldn't keep my hands off of 
her.  Her breasts were so heavy and firm, the nipples erect...Like pebbles in 
my hand.  I pinched them and then sucked them.  Her hand was on my bare cock, 
stroking.

    I dragged her to the bedroom and rolled on to the bed with her.  My hand 
found her snatch and just rubbed the fat lips that hid her sex.  She was 
hairier than I remember from the video.  Her lips parted and I was teasing 
pink.  Her hand was jacking me off like a fool.  I feasted on her brown 
areolae and nipples, licked under her arms and worked my way to her navel.  
She had a hand in my hair and was pushing me further South.  I stopped when I 
had my tongue in her and she was whimpering.

    "Ooooooh !  Willlllie...Come on...Willlllieeeee !"  She was jerking around 
below me and I was almost sure she'd got her cookies.  I reamed my tongue 
further into her.  She chanted louder.  "Willllieeee...Willliieeeee !"  Little 
shrieks that were driving me crazy.  I sprawled over her and felt her warm 
moistness suck me into her belly.  I was fucking her and almost to Nirvana.  
Her chanting continued, getting louder by the second.

    "Joe" made an appearance and I was beat.  After rolling off her, she 
slithered up to lay beside me.  "And Aunt Betty thought she wore you out ?"  
She laughed.  I went to the bathroom.

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

    I woke up as we took the I-10 ramp from I-15.  I could smell her on me and 
was sure Betty's boy friend could smell her, too.  The shower came back in a 
flash.  She was grabbing her ankles and wiggling her butt back and forth.  I 
think she thought I was going to fuck her cunt.  It was visible between the 
cheeks of her ass.  I rubbed the length of my meat up and down the crack of 
her ass.

    It spread like ripe fruit and now I could see her asshole.  A tiny little 
eye that winked at me when I rubbed my cock against it.  I plugged into her 
cunt and it was still a swamp from our previous coupling and the almost 
non-stop pussy eating I'd been doing.  She was slick and gooey.  I pulled out 
and felt her shudder with disappointment.  She was back to wiggling her butt 
around but I had other ideas.

    I wormed my cock head against her rosebud anus and felt it start to give 
way.  She froze and whispered, "No."  She stood up straight and squeezed by me 
on the way out of the shower stall.  I was deflated.  She was back in seconds 
with a tube of "KY" jelly.  My cock leapt in my groin.  Cindy was squeezing 
some out on to her hand.  I grabbed the tube as she started to rub the jell on 
my cock.  I thought I was going to cum she was beating me like a crazy woman.  
I turned her and she resumed her position against one of the walls of the 
shower.

    I slathered her asshole with jell, sliding my finger into her.  She was so 
tight.  I had two fingers in her when she begged me.  "In my ass...Willy...I 
want it...Go slow, honey...You're the first."  My cock was like lead as I 
forced the head into her.  I was half way in before I felt her tense up and 
then it was too late.  I had her by the hips and pulled her on to my cock, 
keeping her buns spread so I could watch my pole sink into her.  The scraggly 
hair around her anus looked sparse with my cock filling her asshole.

    I started fucking and she filled the shower stall with screams.  God !  I 
couldn't stop, just ramming my cock in and out of her.  She was jerking around 
against the wall and I didn't stop fucking her until she slid down the wall to 
the ground and curled up.  She looked up at me from the floor, my cock slick 
with streaks of her excrement.

    She giggled.  "It made me feel like I had to go to the bathroom."  I 
laughed as she got to her feet and threw her arms around me.  "Thanks, 
Willy...We're even."

    .....Betty's friend dropped me off where the San Diego Freeway ran into 
I-10.  I walked the rest of the way and reached Kathy O'Connel's place around 
ten.  I figured the girls were at school and after casing the joint for about 
a half an hour, sneaked into her back yard.

    About noon, I caught some movement in the house and went to the back door.  
I knocked lightly and Kathy called, "Who's there ?"  I knocked again.  She 
pulled aside the sash and her face lit up with surprise.  She yanked the door 
open and pulled me into the house.

    "Shit !  Willy...Erin has been looking all over for you...For over a week.  
Told me not to believe that shit about you being dead.  Let's call her !"  I 
grabbed Kathy's wrist as she reached for the wall phone.

    "No..."  I was shaking my head back and forth.  "...I'll only be here a 
little while...Maybe a week and no one...Not even Erin can know where I am."  
I could tell she wasn't happy about that order and might call Erin behind my 
back.  "Please...No calls...It'll just put everyone in jeopardy."

    She put me up in a back room, more like a closet and I slept all day and 
into the night.  About eight, she brought dinner to my room and told me the 
girls would figure it out.  Yea...I probably ought to talk to them and did 
before they went to bed.  They seemed pretty cool about it but then who knows 
what children are thinking ?

    The next morning, after Kathy returned home from work...She was a systems 
manager who worked at night, backing up tape and that kind of thing...She let 
me set up an anonymous post office on her server and promised to keep it 
active as long as I wished.  Anyway...After letting me flounder around with 
pass words and such, she drove me out to a car rental place and I got wheels.  
A germ of an idea was growing in my head but I needed a little while to sort 
it all out.

    Every night I drove down to Newport Beach about sunset and snuck in to 
visit my parents.  I explained the whole thing and told them that as far as 
they were concerned, I'd be better off dead for a while.  I taught my mom how 
to access my anonymous post office as my dad was a total loser on a computer.  

    During the day I slept at Kathy's and tried to get in touch with a lady, I 
barely knew, from long ago...An air force comrade...Maggie Lee (SL).  Now, 
Maggie Lee was close friends with Carol.  They still kept in touch and whereas 
Carol had separated from the service, Maggie Lee stayed in...She was now a 
captain in the air force and the aircraft commander of a C-141 out of Travis.

    It took me three days but I finally got a hold of her.  She was surprised 
to hear from me and inquired about Carol.  I mumbled something and casually 
asked about her next trip...Non-stop to Yokota on the following Monday.  Bus 
up the coast and I was in there.  I then wrote Dale Haggerty a long letter and 
asked him if Santa Claus was going to visit ?  What should he bring ?  I 
signed it with my email address and hoped he had access to the net.  I spent 
the rest of the week sending several West Coast newspapers the scoop on Wayne 
Montana and his buddies.

    Friday night was cold and damp.  The news papers broke the story today.  
My city council friend was causing a ruckus in Las Vegas and my judge buddy 
was making noise down in Henderson.  I figured Wayne had his hands full and 
wouldn't be worried about where I was or wasn't.

    Kathy had to work and the girls were usually in bed by the time I got back 
from my parents.  I snuck into the back yard and climbed into my room through 
the window.  The smell of burning marijuana was faint in my room.  I was sure 
it was the girls, rippin' me off.  Susie, the oldest, had caught me a couple 
of times getting loaded in the early evening after her mother had gone to 
work.  Ok !  I gave her a little as she was pestering the shit out of me.

    I peeked out into the hall and found Meridith, the youngest, standing 
outside her mother's bedroom door.  Her little body was jerking around and I 
was sure she was up to no good.  She had on a "T" shirt and that looked like 
about it.

    I stepped back into my room and stripped down to my shorts.  My cock was 
starting to get hard already.  I crept out into the hall and tip toed toward 
her.  Meridith had moved but was still...Shit !  The young thing was playing 
with herself.  Two wet bodies were making a slapping sound...There was fucking 
going on in Kathy's bedroom.  I peeked over Meridith's shoulder...She didn't 
yet know I was behind her.  Meridith's sister, Susie, was getting her brains 
fucked out by some unknown guy right in the middle of her mother's bed.  I 
laughed and tapped Meridith on the shoulder.

    When she jerked around, pulling her hand out from underneath her "T" 
shirt, I kissed her.  My tongue was past her lips, between her teeth, prying 
them apart.  I pulled her to me and ground my very hard cock against her 
belly, really it was damn near her tits.  Her arms were around my neck and I 
lifted her off the ground and headed to my closet room.  Her legs came around 
me and my now very hard cock was poking against her sex.

    We plopped down on the bed and I immediately started pulling her "T" shirt 
off.  I dragged off my shorts as I gazed at her tennis ball size tits.  Her 
areolae looked like mine, real small...And almost pink.  She was staring at my 
cock as I threw my shorts over on to the floor.  I kissed her and my hand slid 
down to her crotch.

    Her bush was thick and curly.  Her cunt was fat and wet.  I had a finger 
pumping in and out of her inside a minute.  She was sloppy; her tunnel, a 
grease hole.  Her hand found my cock and started giving me a very good hand 
job.  My thirteen year old niece had played with a dick or two before mine.  I 
rolled her over on top of me and she immediately guided my cock to her cunt.

    We were fucking.  Jesus !  I should have got into this earlier !  Her tits 
were like firm fruit on her chest, her tiny nipples sticking out of them.  Her 
cunt was tight as all get out.  I grabbed her butt cheeks and started ramming 
myself in and out of her.  Her head went back and she screamed out some sound 
that I couldn't figure...Well, who cares ?  I was like a machine under her and 
she finally flopped down on my chest, very damp...All over.  I was still 
thrusting up into her...Knowing that I would soon shrink out of her.

    She was quivering on my chest and I could feel her ragged breath on my 
neck.  Her breath smelled like hemp.  After rolling her off me, I reached for 
the night stand and the joint...I always kept one in the drawer.  You know, a 
before bed time joint !

    She was asleep when her older sister looked in on us.  The surprise only 
lit up her face for a split second or two...Almost like...She just guessed 
wrong on the timing.  I was already thinking about dickin' her.  She was a 
carbon copy of her mother.  Short, blonde, stocky and stacked...And like, she 
was sixteen again.  I could hardly wait.

    Niece and I showered together later and she gave mediocre head.  She was 
much better toward the end, though...Much better.  Early morning found me 
shooting the shit with mom after she got home from work and then I took a long 
afternoon nap.  The girls left after lunch to do something...I never really 
figured that out.

    I swore I could hear fucking sounds.  What else would wake me ?  Once 
again I crept down the hall...This time it was mom and it appeared that it was 
the same guy from last night.  Either mom was fucking daughter's boy friend or 
vice a versa.  I watched for a bit and then went back to my bedroom.

    When the girls left after dinner, they were none the wiser that mom had 
been sucking and fucking all afternoon.  I got Kathy stoned as shit and had 
her clothes off in under five minutes.  We were fucking like animals in her 
bed when the girls burst through the door...Naked as jay birds.

    What a fucking orgy !  While I was fucking Susie's brains out, Meridith 
was licking my balls.  Mom was on the phone to their friend and soon there 
were five of us.  It was a kid...No more than sixteen.  Zane was his name and 
even through he'd fucked Kathy's brains out just this afternoon, well...He put 
on quite a show.  Now, nothing like Superman Tamarack but then I had a lot of 
help.

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

    It was late Sunday afternoon before I finally got my shit together and 
headed North.  A little before zero three hundred hours, Monday morning, I 
knocked on Maggie Lee's door.  She froze with her jaw hanging down, her front 
door standing open.  Major general Tamarack saluted and walked right past her 
into the house.  At zero five-thirty, captain Lee and major general Tamarack 
floated right through the front gate at Travis.  The base commander didn't get 
the word until a little after zero eight hundred hours...Maggie was kind of 
close with the security police commander...What ever that means ?

    Anyway, we were about a thousand miles away at the time.  Thirty-eight 
thousand feet, heading West...When Travis sent the code ahead of us I knew my 
shit was getting thinner by the minute.  The only saving grace was my original 
rank.

    I drafted the correction myself.  "Change major general to major, 
retired...Sorry for the confusion."  I started working on the cast 
immediately.  Only the first officer knew I was aboard...Except for Maggie, 
that is.  I came out of the cockpit with a full length cast on my left leg.  
It was a heavy son of a bitch but worth every pound.  I palled around with the 
enlisted in the rear, finally bagging several hours of Z's.  These things are 
pretty comfortable if you're not crammed in them...Noisy but not bad with ear 
plugs...That and the two chocolate chip cookies I ate with a glass of milk 
before I went night-night.  The mother fucking cookies were out of this 
world...Way out there !

    This cute young airwoman woke me about an hour out of Japan.  It was shift 
change when we marched through the terminal and in the confusion, I'm sure not 
many took notice of the anonymous major wandering out into the night at Yokota 
AB, Japan.  I caught a cab and was off base in just over an hour...From 
touchdown to the Fussa gate.  I've said it many times before...Prior Planning 
Prevents Piss Poor Performance...The six "P's !"  Follow them and your life 
goes decidedly better.  No !  Shit !

    At twenty hundred hours, I met Maggie Lee outside the Fussa gate.  I had 
checked into a very nice hotel with the little over two million yen I had 
slipped through in the cast.  There was plenty of $$, too...And the usual 
commodities one wishes to pass through customs unnoticed.  Anyway, we were 
wandering, arm and arm, down the street looking for a certain sushi 
restaurant.  I got the name from my buddy, Kanda, the sushi chef, back in 
'Vegas...His uncle or something like that ?

    Maggie was giving me shit about the young airwoman in the rear.  The young 
lady really wanted to see the retired major again.  She kept jabbing her elbow 
into my side.  "You made quite an impression, major Tamarack !"

    I turned abruptly, grabbed and held both of her arms, then stared into her 
eyes.  "I'm saving myself for a certain captain I know.  You were enlisted in 
my last life time and that was verboten...And I was married...Well, I guess 
I'm still married but officially I'm dead so..."  I started laughing then 
leaned down and kissed her.  She tasted good, freshly brushed teeth.

    "The love of my life tells me some pretty nasty stories about a couple of 
young airwomen way back when.  I wonder if this captain, the one I know, is as 
nasty ?"  I kissed her again, really just a peck.  "I'd rather not see the 
airwoman again, especially without the cast...But the co-pilot would be fun."

    She was an adorable black young lady, about twenty-five or six.  Tall, a 
light chocolate color with straight dark black hair.  "You are a nasty person, 
major Tamarack.  The captain's name is Furgeson.  She's married and I don't 
think she fools around.  Plus this thing you're going to do with this certain 
captain, I'm sure is going to involve some illegal substance and while I've 
been known to dabble a bit in that shit...The new air force has zero tolerance 
for it...So you're stuck with me."  I didn't think I'd mind.

    We wandered on and took a little over an hour to case the joint, never 
once walking past the entrance.  We made a slight detour through a certain 
park I visited, what seemed like eons ago but wasn't.  I had a good buzz on 
when I told Maggie to wait outside.  I entered.  It was busy and I had to wait 
quite a while until I could get the sushi chef's eye.  He sauntered down to 
see what this stupid jaigin would point to on the menu.

    I ordered in passable Japanese and saw the surprise in his eyes.  I ended 
with "...your nephew Kanda sends his best regards and would like you to have 
this..."  I bowed and passed the envelope across the bar.  I added quite an 
incentive to the short note Kanda wrote for me.  He looked me in the eye and 
then hurried off to start my order.  The envelope disappeared.  I waved Maggie 
in and we took a couple of seats at the end of the bar.  A beautiful young 
Japanese woman appeared as if by magic and soon we were drinking some very 
cold Asahi Dry.

    It was after eleven and the crowd had thinned out.  Maggie and I were 
drunk as shit...talking flying.  Yes !  We did draw stares...A good looking, 
self assured chinese american woman and an older jaigin gentleman.  We'd have 
been the life of the party at any university get together.  I left a sizable 
tip with a card from the hotel...Just the room number and I hoped he didn't 
come tonight.  I was going to be very busy.

    Maggie and I drunkenly walked the streets back to the hotel.  It was a 
small, modest place but had a very sizable and strong safe in the front 
office.  The manager was very happy to accommodate my stash, wrapped as 
computer parts.  I waved to the night clerk and up we went.  Maggie started 
laughing when I opened the door.  It was salary man accommodations.  Just a 
bed, closet and head.  The whole bathroom was the shower.

    I packed some fabric softener into a toilet paper roll and we got real 
fucked up on hemp before we started taking each other's clothes off.  Maggie 
Lee's chest was not all that impressive but her areolae and nipples were real 
dark and that turned me on.  Her cunt was shaved with just a triangle of 
straight black hair growing on her mound.  She went to her knees and started 
sucking as soon as we were naked.

    When I started jerking around, she did the usual...Looked up and wondered 
why I wasn't filling her mouth with cum.  She gave me a curious look when I 
lifted her to the bed and climbed between her legs.  Her cunt was greasy and I 
slid in easily.  She was by no means tight but that didn't deter me.  I soon 
had a tremendous rhythm working.  When I reamed a finger into her ass, she 
went off.

    Her body was tensed up and I just kept plowing away.  After tiring, I 
dropped to my knees and ate her shaved cunt lips while driving fingers in and 
out of her cunt and ass.  It was light before we really called it quits.  I 
was a wreck.

    It was late afternoon before we got out of bed.  Maggie had to leave and 
catch the next leg of her trip.  I didn't even dress, just kissed her at the 
door.  The card was on the floor, under the door but I don't think Maggie 
noticed.

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

    It had 23:00 written on the back.  I felt like shit and was glad I could 
sleep another three hours or so.  The streets were almost empty at that time 
of night.  A lot of the shops were closed.  The sushi shop had the closed sign 
in the window.  Must be a slow night, I thought.  My senses were very alert 
and I think I would have walked on by if the young lady wasn't waiting inside 
the door, looking out for me.  She called to the rear of the shop before 
opening the door.

    "Kombanwa...Willy-san to see Tanka-san."  I bowed curtly and then 
Tanka-san was motioning me to come into the back of the shop.  I looked up and 
down the street before entering the sushi shop.  While the young lady closed 
and locked the door, I strode toward the curtains at the rear of the shop.

    There were three of them and Tanka looked none to happy that they were in 
his shop.  We shared a beer and shot the shit for a bit.  I knew these guys 
were not the real players but that didn't deter me from using my best japanese 
and treating them with tons of respect.  They were trying to get me drunk but 
that was ok...I was focused and that was going to be hard to do...Get me 
drunk, that is.

    About two, a limo showed up.  The young girl knocked and then called 
through the curtain.  The four of us made our way to the front.  I was 
bracketed.  One in front and two behind.  I stopped abruptly at the front door 
and bent to kiss the girl's hand.  The two behind weren't paying attention and 
I slipped between them.  I bowed to Tanka and expressed my thanks, apologized 
for the inconvenience.  I was bowed and holding out another envelope.

    I straightened up and put my hand on his shoulder.  "Everything will be as 
it was, Tanka-san.  That I promise.  I will be by tomorrow to tell you of my 
plans if you wish...And you shall share in any profit the venture makes.  Your 
part has ended except that I find you a very good sushi chef and would like to 
take advantage of that while I'm visiting your country."

    He bowed deeply and I returned the gesture.  The two were at my shoulders 
and guided me out to the limo.  We drove in silence and if they thought they 
were fucking me up they were wrong.  I was a running freak when I was 
stationed here and knew just about every nook and cranny of Fussa.  But not 
Tokyo itself...And that's where it appeared we were going.  At this time of 
night there wasn't much traffic.  I tried to visualize where we were going.

    They were over confident as they hadn't patted me down and I was wearing a 
long tan trench coat over a conservative gray suit.  It almost matched my 
hair, which was growing out nicely.  Into a parking garage and I was totally 
lost.  Up the elevator and into an office.  The lead went to the double doors.  
Important people were behind them.  I could sense it.  I broke out into my 
act, pulling three large, fat green "Willy" joints out of my pockets.  I bowed 
to each of them and made my offering.  None refused their present.

    Again, there were three of them but one was a functionary of some sort.  
Oh !  I don't mean official in any capacity.  He was subservient to them and 
heading in my direction.  I bowed and repeated a ritual about how some 
underling with a great idea got an audience with the war lord and convinced 
him to back his idea.  It was farming and the war lord was very generous 
because the idea made him so much money.  I stopped about half way through and 
magically produced two cigar boxes.

    I stood before them while they peered at the contents.  The older one 
whipped one out and started to get out a lighter.  He was talking excitedly 
about the havana cigars I brought them.  I think they thought I was coming to 
them with an idea on how to get havana's to Tokyo ?!

    I held up my hand and waited until I was acknowledged.  I bowed a bit but 
looked them right in the eye...Well, I shifted back and forth a lot...Not like 
I was crazy or anything...Anyway, the old one is puffing on the joint.  I ask 
him if he's ever been to the moon ?  They both start laughing.  The other one 
is lighting up one of his.  I produce a small joint and ask permission to 
light up.  They're all laughing, even the guy next to me.

    I'm either real stoned or these guys are going to kill me.  I start 
laughing and pass the joint to the guy next to me.  I sit on the floor in 
front of them, crossed legged, just like they were.  In very simple japanese, 
I explained why I was here.  I was asking for their protection...For a short 
period of time...Six months at most but more likely two or three.  In 
exchange, I was going to provide them with some of the best pornography in the 
world.  They could do with it as they pleased.  Now...I'd need a little 
capital to get started and would expect twenty percent for my labor but the 
rest was theirs.

    The older one said something about Japan having it's own pornography.  I 
told him not like this they didn't.  I slid the tapes across the table.  The 
younger one barked and my sidekick was up and leaving the room.  The two of 
them talked in rapid japanese.  Now, I only caught a word or two but then the 
younger one got up and left the room when the VCR showed up.  While the 
functionary was setting up the machine, the younger guy came back.

    "We'll talk in english from now on.  Your japanese is very good for being 
self taught.  I encourage you to use it while you're here.  It is always an 
advantage to know another language."  It was the younger of the two.  He was 
reaching his hand across the table.  I gripped it firmly and bowed.

    "Thank you."

    Green tea was served.  It was starting to get light out.  I asked if I 
could still smoke.  "By all means.  You're among friends."  They viewed the 
films from beginning to end.  I was impressed.  I'd like to think I'd 
impressed them and this was a courtesy thing.  Giving my plan a full review.  
We kicked around some numbers for startup and bickered over the percentage.  I 
settled for fifteen percent.  Everything I left with, I'd have to carry and 
money was heavy.

    They brought up the dope about the time the sushi showed up.  It was 
getting dark out.  Now, neither of them was an expert but they both claimed to 
be influenced by the magic weed.  They weren't in this business and both of 
them were well taken care of in that department...So that's why they spent so 
much time watching the movies...Bullshit !  Bullshit !  Bullshit !

    They were influenced by the images I kept blasting into their brains as we 
groped around feeling each other out.  When they watched the videos, the 
images became them and they liked that.  What old man wouldn't ?  After all 
they had a baby boomer population, too !  And these guys were the winners.

    I told them I could set up several farms if they were interested.  They 
would have to be tended with patience.  The old man raised his eyebrow a bit 
but didn't say a word.  I told him I'd try to cover it out of the advance 
money but...The younger guy understood immediately...Said they could supply 
everything.  He'd send someone around...Now, where would I like to live ?

    It went on and on.  I smoked some more reefer...So did they.  We watched 
some of the movies again.  This time with an audience.  I thought it was some 
of my best.  Young vibrant teenagers learning the ways of the world from their 
elders...Isn't that what life's about ?  But would a gaijin guy be able to 
pull it off with a young japanese girl...That was the lock and I wasn't sure I 
had the key ?

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

    She was just about to turn the sign around, from open to closed.  I 
appeared.  She jumped and then quickly opened the door.  She was about to 
alert Tanka when I put my finger on her lips.

    "I came to see you.  What is your name ?"

    She bowed and whispered. "Yori."  I reached for her hand.

    "When is your time off ?"  And so it went.  I was meeting her for lunch 
tomorrow morning.  A McDonalds in another part of Fussa.  I think I could find 
it.  I slept like a baby and was up rather late.  I hated time changes like 
this one...It fucking wipes you out.  I went on base and used the gym for a 
couple of hours.  It was just noon when I walked in the door to Mickey D's.

    She was alone and in a far corner.  I went right to her and took her 
order.  I just knew she'd very rarely, if at all, ever have a man wait on her.  
I came back and we ate without speaking.

    We did a little shopping and she tried on some clothes.  When Yori entered 
the restaurant she was a very different looking young japanese lady.  I 
wandered around looking for several places to live.  My idea was to live out 
of several places and work out of several different ones.

    It was after nine and I was happy with my progress but famished.  Before I 
entered, I sensed the difference.  Yori now controlled in front of the counter 
and the tables along the wall.  She controlled all beverage sales.  I laughed 
and bowed deeply when I entered. Tanka bowed, his hands deep in the rice bowl.  
Yori bowed also and I think Tanka was happy with the change.  He no longer had 
to repeat all drink orders.  He'd noticed that the patrons took it 
well...Liked being able to get drinks without getting the chef's attention.

    I didn't notice him until I was seated and that wasn't good.  It wasn't 
totally bad vibes...Just something off.  He was in the back, his black skin 
good camouflage in the shadows.  He was with, what appeared to be, a japanese 
woman.  I took the offered bottle of beer from Yori and looked over toward 
Tanka.  He was avoiding my eyes and I sensed divided loyalties.

    I wondered if he'd remember me.  If he's still in, he has to be a full 
bird, at least.  If he's still a cop ??  He might come in very handy.

    "Neal...Neal Henderson...You fucking no good panton !"

    He looked up from his meal and without hesitation bellows out...Like he 
knew it was me a while ago and was just waiting for me to notice him ?  "You 
worthless fuck, Tamarack !  What the fuck you doing in Tokyo ?  Last I heard 
you were flying for some fly by night trash haulers out in pansy land !"

    Well, that sounded like good news.  At least he wasn't saying he saw my 
name on some official government form in the last day or so.  We were captains 
at the time...Kunsan AB, Korea in the...Shit I can't remember...Mid-seventies, 
I think ?  I always invited him on sweeps and to squadron parties.  He turned 
out to be a pretty cool guy...We'd see ?!

    We bantered back and forth for a while and on the way out he slid his 
Stars and Stripes in front of me.  I thanked him and off he and his lady went.  
The article was very small and buried in the back...Local shit...Southwest.  
Only a couple of lines but my name was prominent.  I'd pissed somebody off and 
they wanted me cleaned up.  There was a phone number next to the article, in 
pen.  I was betting it was Neal's number.  He was acting like a guy who was 
helping out a friend...Maybe, even offering some assistance ?  Maybe, he 
believed what was in the article ?  Maybe not ?  But he wasn't dumb enough to 
get caught hanging around with me.

    Marijuana was also predominately mentioned in the little article.  The 
funny thing was; the article was basically true.  It was past closing and I 
asked Tanka's permission to make him and Yori some sushi with scraps and maybe 
buy them a beer or two.

    I made it obvious I was interested in Yori.  I told Tanka that I intended 
to see her in public.  He waved me away, saying it was not his concern.  She 
was old enough to make her own decisions...Not his responsibility.  The three 
of us locked up and I needed a little R&R.

    She'd never smoked dope before but was eager with the courage from the 
bottle.  I asked her right away if she'd like to spend the night.  She just 
nodded her head after covering her mouth like most japanese girls do when they 
laugh.  Her teeth weren't that cool but the rest was pretty well put together.

    She used the bathroom first and came out wearing just one of my "T" 
shirts.  Did she have underwear on under it ?  I was pretty sure I'd find out 
later.  I wore a pair of boxers and it started right away.  Her mouth tasted 
like hemp and she was naked under the "T" shirt.  I could feel her nipples 
through the material and my cock was starting to come alive.  I figured Kori 
was mid-twenties...Could pass for younger.  Short, straight black hair with 
bangs...About five-one, maybe five-two, didn't weigh much.  I had a hand 
between her legs and she was hairy.  Her cunt was plump and opened with very 
little effort.  She was very juicy.  I wasted no time finger banging her.  Her 
hand found my dick and we were both giving each other a lot of pleasure.

    When I dropped to the floor and spread her legs, she burst out with 
something in japanese but I was too focused on the bush between her legs to 
follow it.  I lathered her vagina lips with saliva as if they needed any more 
moisture.  She was shrieking a bit so I tossed her a pillow...Back to her 
snatch.  Her cunt was like an oyster and the little nub of her clitoris stood 
up when it was manipulated.  I sucked and licked it as Kori thrashed below me.

    Her first orgasm was quick and made her go tense for just a few moments.  
I slid two fingers into her snatch and batted her clit back and forth for a 
moment and she was out of control.  Her thighs were corded up and her belly 
was rippling with spasms.  Time to do a little fucking.

    I chewed on the pill as Kori sucked and licked my balls.  I was stroking 
myself and was almost hard.  When she started sucking my cock, I was there and 
wasted no time pushing Kori back on the bed and drilling my meat in between 
her thighs.  After the initial "Uuumph !", she settled down to a chanting as I 
fucked my cock in and out of her.  Her legs were up around my waist and I was 
holding myself off her.  Her tennis ball size breasts were jiggling around on 
her chest, her nipples dark little circles about the size of a nickel.

    She was really getting into it when I started to cum.  I shook around 
above her but kept plowing my hard cock in and out of her.  A position switch 
put me behind her upraised butt.  I had her lean butt cheeks parted and was 
watching her anus wrinkle about as I fucked her cunt.  Her anus was damn near 
hairless and I was getting ready to lose it again.

    She was nibbling on my still hard dick while I recovered a little.  I let 
her ride a while and finally ended it by grabbing her hips and acting like a 
bucking bronco.  She finally crumpled in a heap and I rose and plugged into 
her again.  We were a pile of spent, sweating bodies.  I could smell the sushi 
on her breath and her body odor.  The small room was permeated with a fog of 
sexual funk.  She was very excited that I wanted to see her again.....

    .....My friends arranged a bank account for me and magically a lot of yen 
showed up in the account.  I spent most days searching for apartments.  They 
were hard to find and expensive.  The nights were spent fucking and sucking 
with Kori.  She was very excited about being able to make so much money and 
eager to start.  I needed others so I encouraged her to talk with her friends.

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

    He was in the sauna, his head and shoulders wrapped in several white 
towels.  His black legs and torso were naked.  I couldn't help but notice.  
His dick wasn't much bigger than mine.  So much for that theory...Not even 
close to some of the meat I've seen hanging on some of Carol's friends.  I 
recognized the voice when he asked me to throw some water on the rocks.  The 
sound of the steam rising drowned out just about all sound.

    I realized he was talking several moments after he began.  I was in 
fucking outer space...Didn't expect him to be here...Thought we'd play hand 
ball or some other shit.  His card was under the door when Kori left this 
morning.  I tossed some more water on the rocks and leaned closer.

    "...fuckin' 'A' managed to fuck this up pretty good, Tamarack.  About half 
the D.E.A. is looking for you.  It's still pretty low key but they're looking.  
Almost like a terrorist thing...Not official but there just the same...Well 
hidden but intense.  They got your name from the message Travis sent.  They 
cc'd headquarters..."  If only all headquarters were full of heads !!

    All I could manage was, "Shit !  Who the fuck is this major general 
Tamarack ?"  Neal started laughing his ass off.

    "Problem with you fucking fighter pilots is that you think all life's a 
game.  Some of these fuckers play the game for keeps, Malibu.  And they 
definitely don't think it's a game.  This is their whole life !"  He chuckled.  
I kept my mouth shut.

    "...Anyway, my feeling...They're grasping at straws.  The air force jumped 
all over the major general thing but then the crew said the whole trip was one 
big cluster fuck.  I waited three days before sending the correction.  I 
assume you sent it from the airplane when your shit started getting weak ?"

    I nodded my head, no sense lying to a guy who's hanging his ass out for 
you.  "Thanks, Neal.  I owe you, big time.  In a couple of days, we'll have to 
sweep Fussa one night, for old times sake."  I laughed.  Neal didn't.  "I know 
you're hanging it out.  This will be a very discrete affair.  I promise.  
You'll dig it, brother."

    Neal started laughing his ass off.  "Shit !  Tamarack, you think I'm 
paying you back for letting me be the token back then ?"  His bellowing 
laughter was filling the sauna.

    "Ok !  Ok !  Enough of the equal opportunity shit !  Neal...With your law 
enforcement background...What do they have ?"

    Neal nodded toward the rocks.  I doused them again and leaned toward him.  
"If they had all they're hinting about, they'd have the japanese government 
involved.  They aren't.  I had a friend of mine check.  The air force 
inadvertently helped you out by losing their request for your records.  Now 
what good those are going to do for them, I don't know ?"  I tossed more water 
on the coals.

    "Bottom line: they don't have shit.  They think you've done something but 
can't quite get their hands around it.  The peons and such want you hanged but 
can't convince the boss men that you're enough of a threat to warrant 
suspending your civil rights and just about all others, too.  Your wife back 
home is throwing up enough noise and chaff to mask a B-52 nuc strike on 
Moscow.  God !  Where did you find her ?"

    I laughed.  "God bless Erin O'Connel Tamarack !  Shit !  Neal, I've known 
her since the first grade.  We'll have to get together some day when this is 
all finished.  And it will be, I promise you that."  I reached into my extra 
towel and extracted a very fat joint.  The toilet paper tube was next and then 
I torched it.

    "I'll give you one thing, Malibu.  You got balls...Maybe, not all your 
brains but definitely balls."  He took the offered joint and then damn near 
smoked it all in one drag.  I started laughing like a fool and then Neal was 
blowing the smoke all around the sauna as his coughing drowned out the sound 
of the steam.

    "Oh !  Fuck !  What's in that shit ?"

    "My own stash.  Grown with my own hands and a whole lot of tender, loving 
care.  In a few minutes, Neal, we'll be traveling like...Where ever you want 
to travel, buddy."

    And we were.  Neal talked about the South LA he grew up in.  I talked 
about the beach cities.  We were two worlds apart.  We argued about drugs.  
Neal was convinced that the white establishment had something to do with the 
menace of the hood...Crack.  I thought he was full of shit but he had some 
pretty good facts to back up his thesis.  I countered with the old James 
Carville come back.  "It's the money !"  Follow the money, or some shit like 
that ?  We were pretty fucked up by then.

    I was alone when I woke.  My thoughts slow to make themselves known, 
sluggish.  We'd finished the joint.  I had cotton mouth.  I was half way to my 
feet when the door burst open.

    "Oh !  Sorry !  Thought it was empty."  I mumbled something and slipped 
out into the hall.  I was in the shower when the P.A. called my name...A 
telephone call ?!

    I was still tugging up my shorts as I moved down the hall.  I was into the 
mist of a gray morning at Yokota air base before it came to me.  I was telling 
Neal all my concerns...They didn't go back that far but.....

    "Hey !  Brother..."

    "I thought we were cutting out the equal opportunity shit ?"

    I laughed but continued just the same.  "What's the intelligence 
establishment think of the Russian Mafia ?"

    "Full of ex-KGB and a definite power to be considered with just about 
every policy decision that's made.  But I don't think that's the 
administration's position...But, hey !  I'm a just a fuckin' chicken colonel, 
stuck out in jap land.  What the fuck do I know ?"

    .....I was in the restroom at Fussa station, changing into some sweat 
pants.  They better be pretty good because I know the Tokyo train system.  
They were toast !  I was going to have to move deeper into Tokyo.....

    I'd fed Neal a couple of names and gave him the light version of the 
burning cabin story.  Threw in a couple of my way out there ideas and he 
actually looked interested but like I said before, we were real fucked up by 
then.  I remember him glaring into my eyes before he left.

    "Hey !  Stoner !  Listen up...Several of your buddies, general officers, 
my friend, have stated publicly that they served with you and that you were, I 
emphasize the `were', a number one GI.  Still the DEA would like a few hours 
to sweat you and then try to intimidate you.  I don't think they'll be wearing 
gloves.  Malibu, make no mistake; you've pissed some people off.  Never leave 
home without the six "P's and make sure, you're checking six at all times !"

    I smiled up at the ceiling.  They weren't quite clueless but my record 
would show the time in Tokyo and Korea...But not the TDY to the P.I.  I hoped 
they thought Japan was my final resting place.  I'd have to set up the 
disappearing act right away.

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

    The two girls were moving down the hall while looking at the doors.  The 
old man backed away as they approached the door.  They looked like they were 
attempting a heist at the Tokyo museum...Nervous as shit.

    The better looking of the two knocked on the door.  The two japanese girls 
looked up and down the hall while they stood in the hall.  The door came open 
on a chain and a gaijin male looked out into the hall.  The good looking one 
spoke some japanese.

    The door opened and the two girls entered.  They were wearing business 
suits and looked very professional.  The gaijin was much older than they were 
and dressed in a sweat pants with a "T" shirt.  The "T" shirt had a big green 
marijuana leaf printed on the front.  The room was a haze of cigarette smoke.  
The jaigin guided the ladies over to a low table and asked then to sit.  His 
japanese wasn't too bad but this video wasn't going to have much dialogue.

    The ladies were sitting when he first stroked his cock.  One of the girls 
noticed and started laughing, covering her mouth with her hand.  The gaijin 
was talking about yen.  The good looking one passed some yen across the table 
as the man sat.  Like it was magic, the gaijin produces a small plastic 
wrapped package.  The good looking one bowed when she accepted it.

    The girls started to rise but the gaijin bade them sit and share a smoke.  
Magically a pipe appeared and the ritual began.  The old man encouraged the 
girls to smoke more and soon they were stoned out of their minds.  They both 
started laughing when he rose and dropped his sweat pants.  His cock was hard 
and poking out a thatch of gray pubic hair, tall and proud.

    The good looking one tried to rise but he stepped up on the table and held 
her to her knees.  His hard cock was just inches from her face.  His hand went 
to her head and she tried to twist as the gaijin pulled her face toward his 
crotch.

    Her friend tried to crawl away but the gaijin jumped off the table and 
pulled her back by the leg.  He captured the other one around the waist and 
was pulling both of them toward another room in the apartment.

    They were struggling.  The old man was laughing, his stiff penis bobbing 
in his crotch, his "T" shirt caught in the "V" between his stomach and hard 
phallus.  The handcuffs were plainly visible on the bed.  One of the japanese 
girls bolted toward the door but the old man quickly captured her.

    The other one felt trapped but moved toward the corner of the room just 
the same.  The gaijin quickly had the good looking one handcuffed to the head 
board and headed toward her friend.  The molesting started as soon as the 
other one was tethered to the bed.

    The old man's hands went under her skirt and started working around in her 
crotch.  He laughed as she tried to escape his roaming hands.  She was 
sparsely haired and the old man soon had a finger fucking in and out of her 
slippery crack.  He licked and sucked on his finger when he pulled it from 
under her skirt.

    The good looking one was next and he hopped up on to the bed to grope her 
breasts and ass.  She was twisting around, trying to escape him when she fell 
on to the bed.  After several minutes of struggling her mouth gave in and 
accepted his blunt penis head.  He threatened her in japanese.  "She better 
not bite his cock !"  He was starting to fuck her face and reached out for the 
friend.  His hand was under her skirt and soon she was jerking around as the 
old man's hand played with her wet, slimy cunt.

    The old man was jerking around as the good looking japanese girl started 
to get used to the hard penis in her mouth.  She started sucking and the old 
man went crazy, fucking her face like a maniac.  He fucked her first, right 
after he pulled his salvia slick cock out of her mouth.

    Just ripped up her skirt above her waist and yanked down her panty hose.  
Her ass was skinny but with nice little cheeks.  He drove into her and she 
shrieked.  The old man was off to the races and just fucking the shit out of 
her.  The girl's screams could be heard in the front room.

    He was still hard when he headed for her friend.  The one he just finished 
with was slumped on the floor with her panties around her ankles and her skirt 
up over her hips.  Her dark bush was splattered with gray-white spunk.

    The good looking one's friend got the same treatment and crumpled to the 
floor after about fifteen minutes of very hard fucking.  The old man wasn't 
finished with her yet.  He forced his cock into her mouth and shot his cum 
down her throat.  Dribbles of his seed leaking out of her mouth was the ending 
shot.  The old man was telling her how good she was at sucking cock.  His cock 
was still hard and the japanese girl was still licking and sucking it every 
once and a while, as if she was trying to please her jailer...

    Kori and her friend were really excited about the video once I got it 
edited.  We got real fucked up, watched it and fucked like rabbits for about 
three hours...Not necessarily in that order.  Ha !  Ha !  I was pretty stoked 
about it myself and wasted little time getting it to my hosts.  There were 
eight of them and I was sitting at the end of the table.  Lots of toasts 
later, the lights came down and off they went on a magical mystery adventure !  
And while some of them kind of objected to the gaijin thing...Well, they were 
all positive it would make them some real bucks !  Me, too !

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

    "I sense you have bad news, Stephan."

    "Boss...The cunt just disappeared.  She was seen entering the complex two 
nights ago and her car was parked across from the condo.  It's still there.  
All her stuff's still in the condo...Clothes and all that shit.  Beats the 
fuck out of me where she's gone ?"

    "Carol says the bitch'll hide out on the West coast.  She goes way, way 
back with Tamarack...Further than Carol does.  She'll be no help finding her 
but see what you can find out.  I'm more interested in where that fucker 
Tamarack is.  Montana has me convinced he's alive but claims he hasn't a clue 
where he is ?  Carol figures we've seen the last of him.  But, I'd like to 
make sure.  I've got a lot of plans for Ms. Tamarack."  He chuckled a bit and 
Stephan left the room.

                                    *****

    The bullet train was racing South at it's usual ninety miles an hour as I 
watched Mt. Fuji appear out of the low clouds, scud and drizzle.  Hamamatsu 
would be clear but cold.

    .....The surfboard shop was up North of Akihabra.  I bought them right off 
the rack.  I was stoked there were some long boards and tried to meet Dale's 
specifications as close as I could.  The young japanese guy behind the counter 
was amazed at the amount of resin, catalyst, extra skegs...Shit !  The works !  
I bought it all and the fucker even said he'd ship it the next day.

    I spent the night in a little drab hotel and ate mediocre sushi across the 
street.  There wasn't a round-eye in sight when I slinked back to my room for 
an early night.....

    Fuji was majestic in it's winter coat of white and I flashed back to the 
year I climbed it with my wife and children.  The exhilaration on my boy's 
faces as they held their walking sticks out to get the final stamp branded 
into the wood.  The way the beer tasted at the top.  The rush I got when I lit 
my first cigarette.....I met him that first year I was stationed in Tokyo.  I 
gave some lecture at their air command and staff college, only they called it 
something different.

    He was one of the students, a former demonstration pilot for their number 
one fighter, the F-1 (kind of like the U.S. F-4 - a multi purpose fighter) and 
a member of their acrobatic team.  We shared the sunrise with several Filipino 
women and quite a lot of whisky.  Now, this was back in the days when I was 
married with children, plus an officer and gentleman...A pillar of the 
community and all that shit.  We honestly just drank and bullshit with them 
all night and then took them out to breakfast.  I can't remember when I 
started to change.  It was well before my family didn't come home that 
afternoon.

    Every trip I made to teach the course, he met me.  His english was so 
shitty and my japanese so bad that we would end up swearing at each other.  
Then laughed like fools at each other.  My wife and I used to send his family 
a greeting at Christmas.  This part of the plan was rather weak and I was 
praying for a lot of help on this one.  This would all be up to Whoever ?

    The train platform was a brisk forty-two degrees and I hurried to find a 
cab.  I had the cabby drop me off several blocks from the base and wandered 
around to find some descent sushi for lunch.  The pack of cards was harder to 
find but at about fourteen hundred hours a very well dressed gaijin gentleman 
was presenting an envelope to the guard at the main gate of the japanese self 
defense force's first air force base.

    He burst into the sushi bar a little after sixteen-thirty.  He was dressed 
in mufti...Thank God !  "Ace" !  His idea to make it easier for the dumb 
gaijin.  I could never pronounce his given name, even today but that never 
stopped me from making him call me "Willy."  That was a mouth full for an 
oriental and I was laughing already as he made right for my table.  I was up, 
hugging him.  We poured each other beer and he laughed at the way I contacted 
him.  His english was much better than my japanese so we conversed in my 
native tongue.  His "Willy" was perfect but I gave him some shit about it 
anyway.

    We ended up just about where we did over twenty years ago...Just fucking 
drunker than dirt, trying to escort a couple of filipino girls half our age 
back to the hotel.  We made it but I'm not sure there was much sex involved.  
I woke the next morning, still in my boxer shorts.  My young friend was fully 
dressed, sleeping in the chair across the room.  The TV was blaring some 
japanese soap opera and it was after noon.

    I got righteously stoned and slept all the way back to Tokyo on the bullet 
train...Less than a week to go.  Not much time and I had a lot of shit to do.  

    In three days I was ready to go.  I sent Neal an invitation to the going 
away party and pressed Kori to find me a very young lady.  It was going to be 
touch and go.  I considered selling some dope around the american school in 
japan but in this country, that was very, very risky...Even with the 
protection, I was supposed to have ?

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

    She looked no more that thirteen, maybe fourteen...Wearing a uniform skirt 
and tunic, her breasts just beginning to fill out the tunic.  Really they were 
just small mounds with no definite shape.  Her black hair was cut short up 
around her cheek bones.  Her teeth were typical of a young girl who hasn't 
seen an orthodontist.  She was carrying her shoes, bare footed, walking among 
the sand dunes.

    The wind was out of the North and cold.  This was beginning to look like a 
real stupid idea.  Be a whole lot more realistic if it was Summer but I didn't 
have the time.  The gusts were probably in the twenties, the ocean a froth of 
wind driven waves.

    The young japanese girl had just looked up.  When she saw the man with the 
video camera, she started running.  The man with the camera followed.  Later 
this segment would be almost useless, he thought as he chased her.  He was 
wrong.  It was what made the movie.

    He caught her as she entered the view of the camera on the tripod.  He had 
her pinned to the sand and was running his hand up under her skirt.  You could 
see the bulge of his hardon in his sweat pants.  He started pulling a bag out 
of his jeans, over her head it went.  He tied her wrists with twine.

    The young girl struggled for a bit but the man was busy lighting a big, 
fat marijuana cigarette.  He exhaled into the bag several times.  The 
struggling finally ceased after about five or six bags full of smoke.  The man 
produced a larger bag and stuffed the rag doll-like figure into it.  It was a 
short walk from the dunes to the car and into the trunk she went.  The man 
drove off.

    If you were watching ?  The girl climbed over into the front seat after 
the car had driven about a hundred feet.  Then the car stopped and the man ran 
back and retrieved the tripod and video camera.

    The next scene opened with the man carrying the bag over his shoulder as 
he worked his way into a small japanese apartment.  There was no struggling 
from inside the bag.  The whole room was covered in sleeping mats.  The man 
carefully laid the bag down and immediately opened the draw string.  The young 
girl's head lolled out of the bag.

    Her eyes opened as the man pulled the rest of the bag off her.  She rolled 
to a wall and tried to focus her eyes on the man.  His laughter filled the 
room and then his sweat pants were coming down.  The waist got hung up on the 
boner sticking out of his groin.  It bobbed around when he pulled the sweats 
down.

    He kicked them off with his feet as he lit up the big joint again.  The 
girl was cowering in the corner of the room.  He approached her with the joint 
held out in his hand...As if he were offering it to her.  She tried to become 
one with the corner.

    His lips were against hers.  He fought to open her mouth and then his 
tongue was invading her.  Her tongue hid...Didn't know what to do ?  The smoke 
filled her mouth.  She coughed but his tongue never left her mouth and soon 
her tongue was fencing with his.  Another drag and he was blowing it into her 
mouth.

    His hands were massaging her breasts, his groin grinding it's muscle 
against her hip and belly.  She followed him after he left her in the corner 
and stood by him as he lay down on the sleeping mats.  He offered her the 
joint and she accepted.  He coached her in japanese how to smoke it and off 
she went.  A coughing spasm followed so he told her to sit.

    She was sitting opposite his hard phallus and was embarrassed to look at 
it.  He laughed and told her to smoke more.  She did and this time the 
coughing was not bad at all.  The man was stroking her bare thigh up under her 
skirt.  She was smoking again and now he was on his knees next to her, pulling 
her blouse apart.  The buttons bounced around on the sleeping mat.  His hands 
were all over the bare mounds growing out of her chest.  His mouth was on her 
bare neck and his tongue was wetting her skin.  Her hands tried to capture 
his, whether to pull them away or encourage more action ?  It was hard to 
tell.

    He thrust her hands down to his cock and forced them to touch and caress 
his hard meat.  The coaching lasted over five minutes.  By then she was 
stroking him like a pro.  He was jerking around in front of her when a large 
squirt of semen flew out of his cock and splattered against her stomach.  He 
laughed as his cock got slippery with his seed.

    The young girl was lowered to her back as the man licked his cum off her 
stomach.  She giggled when his tongue reamed into her belly button.  His hands 
were busy at her waist, undoing her skirt.  Down it came, panties and all.

    Her lower stomach looked bare but when the man pulled her legs apart, her 
cunt lips were covered with a thick mat of straight black hair.  He lowered 
his head and buried his face in the young thing's groin.  She bucked and then 
moaned real low.  The man's head was still but his tongue was reaming it's way 
into the young thing's cunt, right between her plump lips, right up to her 
tiny clitoris.  She bucked again and this time it was a very loud moan.

    The man had her bent onto her back and was slathering her groin with 
saliva.  Her cunt lips were slick with his spit and her cunt butter.  You 
could see the man's hard cock grinding against the young girl's back.

    He was pulling her over on top of him as he rolled to his back on the 
sleeping mats.  His boner was poking into her butt as she wiggled around on 
top of him.  He was trying to line her up so he could thrust his cock up into 
her belly.  Twice, he shot up between the cheeks of her slender butt.

    "Shack, Lead !"  Third times the charm.  The man's cock exploded into the 
young girl's tight cunt.  The scream sounded real and the blood looked real.

    The fucking not only looked real but was real while the scream and 
blood...Must you be reminded, are simulated as are the cum shots !?!

    The man was like an oil derrick below the young girl and the sound of wet 
meat slapping together was filling the room.  They changed positions and the 
man fucked the young thing from behind until he shot a long streak of cum up 
into her hair.  The gray-white in the dark black was impossible to miss and 
quite an ending to this epic.

                                    *****

    The room was full this time but there were a lot of underlings.  The word 
must have got around.  I passed out lots of cigars and the room filled with 
smoke.  I moved off to the side of the head table and waited patiently.  My 
benefactor and his son beckoned me.  I knelt.

    "Aaah...While like it's really been a blast...I'm going to be leaving a 
little bit ahead of schedule.  I think the deal was two movies and maybe a 
couple of farms...Well, I didn't quite get to the farms but..."  I held out 
the box and bowed.  The younger man accepted it and smiled broadly when he saw 
the quarter pound of bud.

    The lights came down after everyone was well lubricated and then total 
silence as the video lit up the room.  It was real...Well, to them it was.  
You could feel the vibrations in the room...The moods...Disgust, envy, desire, 
despair...All mixed with the sound of fucking filling the room.  The pounding 
of a hard dick into a soft, sweet pussy.

    Polite applause started it and then men were getting to their feet and the 
clapping got louder.  Several made a move to the gaijin and slapped him on the 
back.  More sake, more dope.  The men were keyed up and eager to get home to 
their women.  They would be spent tomorrow morning and back to just being 
whatever ?!

    I cornered the son of my benefactor and begged for a couple of last minute 
favors.  "Anything...Willy-san.  You paid way too much for your protection.  
My father insists, if you come back, you must start on the farms.  He claims 
it increases his potency."  I laughed as he handed me an envelope.  It wasn't 
a check.

    He left the room and came back with a card.  "Give it to the doorman.  He 
will know where to take it and then enjoy an evening on us.  Comped...As they 
say in Las Vegas."  He laughed.  I wasn't totally surprised he knew about 
Hamamatsu.  I'm sure they had eyes every where but I don't think they realized 
my relationship with "Ace."  We appeared to meet each other for the first time 
at the "Filipino" Club.

    "One last thing."  I bowed at the waist.

    He yanked me up.  "Enough of this shit !"

    I handed him another, larger package.  Now, it was all shit from Las Vegas 
but there was some pretty good video there.  He started to open it.

    I stopped him.  "For you and your dad's pleasure only.  After viewing them 
you can decide what you want to do with them.  My treat.  Your protection was 
invaluable...Precious as life itself.  Enjoy them."  I bowed and backed away.

    At the door I was stopped by the muscle.  He looked over my shoulder and 
then was backing out of the way.  I was out into the hall and heading for the 
elevator.  It was eleven.  Kori should be enticing Neal out of the sushi bar 
right about now.

    The train took forever but I finally met Misha at the Fussa Mickey D's 
about midnight.  We hurried to the hotel and entered the room just as Neal was 
filling Kori's cunt with a ton of jizzim.  Misha laughed when Neal rose up off 
Kori like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie drawer.

    Misha was stripping off her clothes and Neal's rage turned to interest.  
He'd quit calling me a "fucking faggot," anyway.  I wasted no time and was 
filling Kori's hemorrhaging cunt with my boner and then Neal was laughing his 
ass off as Misha started sucking his cum soaked dick.

    Colonel Neal Henderson didn't quite make it to the office the next morning 
but a quite nondescript, well dressed gaijin boarded the Tokyo station bullet 
train for Hamamatsu at zero seven forty-five.

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

    The temperature on the platform didn't feel that much warmer than the 
other day but the thermometer said it was fifteen degrees warmer.  Maybe, an 
early Spring ?  I slipped off the platform and grabbed a cab.

    I demanded to view the room before registering and looked at two before I 
was satisfied.  The room was just below the penthouses.  While nice, it wasn't 
anything like the penthouse.  But then it should be for four hundred big 
ones...Not yen, either.  A half hour later I was wandering the streets.  "Ace" 
had control now.  I ate a leisurely lunch and was right there for the pick-up.

    "Ace" was driving in his lieutenant colonel's uniform and I was busy 
transforming myself into major general Tamarack.  The staff of the hotel 
snapped to when we burst into the lobby.  I wasn't there ten seconds before 
"Ace" berated the staff for not having their shit together.  After a lot of 
air sucking and bowing we were riding up in the elevator.

    Getting the girls up was going to be a lot harder.  I changed and wandered 
out of the hotel about an hour later.  "Ace" came down in mufti and drove the 
limo back to the base.  I thought the two star flag, flying from the bumper 
was really a kick.

    I took a cab and was there just as the doors opened.  It was dark and the 
place was rather nondescript but I was alert and hadn't had a joint in over an 
hour or so.  I was hoping this card would work for more than just the girls.  
I bowed and presented the card to a very nice looking filipino young lady.

    She was confused, looking at the card.  Like she'd never seen anything 
like it.  A japanese gentleman appeared out of nowhere and took the card out 
of the girl's hand and glanced at it.  His head was on it's way up to stare me 
down when he looked again at the card, bowed deeply and backed away.

    Going to get more fire power is what I figured.  The guy was putting on 
his coat even though I was just wearing a nylon wind breaker.  He bowed deeply 
and bade me follow him.  Off I went, right through the club and into the back.  
I was introduced to another gentleman and several girls entered the room.  The 
wine, women and song started right then and there.

    "Ace" was escorted into the room and then the head heavy politely asked me 
to accompany him to another room.  He apologized for not being more 
accommodating when I arrived.  I laughed and torched up a big joint.  The 
money was a surprise...A large box of it...All yen.  He was supposed to 
deliver it right away.  It just arrived, he assured me.  I asked if he could 
change it to dollars and deliver it before six tomorrow evening.  He bowed 
deeply and I wrote out the name of the hotel.....

    "Ace" and I were wandering through the club, flirting with the young 
ladies.  I told "Ace" we should think about taking three or four with us.  He 
was telling me that bringing that many would just make it easier for him to 
prove his sexual superiority.  I laughed my ass off.  He was drinking from a 
bottle of Jack Daniel's and I figured it was all over but the shouting.

    We both got antsy when the club started to fill up with japanese gentleman 
but that didn't deter us from dancing with every girl there.  We knew a few of 
them but had always been so fucked up, not much happened.  I finally convinced 
"Ace" to stop drinking and was in one of the private rooms with him and a 
couple of young ladies.

    He laughed at the cigar I handed him.  Called me a "cheap Charlie" for 
bringing just one.  I laughed back and encouraged him to inhale.  He took a 
deep drag.  "Good-by, 'Ace'!"

    His japanese sounded like a third graders.  I took a drag and passed it to 
my date.  She was pretty good size for a filipino.  I sucked the smoke out of 
her mouth and blew it back to her.  She fell back against the sofa couch.  I 
laughed as "Ace" was dancing around the room to some mysterious, hidden music.  
I was sure he was the only one listening to that channel.  I encouraged the 
other filipino girl to take a drag and then hot boxed her.  She joined her 
friend.

    I wandered back to the dance floor for a while and came back with two 
more.  Everyone was dancing when we entered the room.  Two more small ones, 
like little girls.  More hot boxing and we were all dancing around in the room 
with no music.  It was a riot.

    The limo arrived right on time.  Off we went.  I took my time dressing as 
the rest of the group were in the ozone.  I took a couple of hits and joined 
them.  I marched into the lobby and went right up to the desk.  In my limited 
japanese I ordered the clerk to get my briefcase out of the safe.  It had 
important documents in it that I needed to review.  Off he went and my arm 
went up.  "Ace" pulled the girls through the lobby and into the elevator.  Up 
they went with time to spare.

    The clerk was back with my briefcase and noticed the elevator going up.  
He asked me who had come through the lobby and I told him my japanese aide.  
The clerk checked the video of the elevator and found just "Ace" smiling back 
at the camera.  I rustled around a bit in the briefcase and finally snapped it 
shut.  The elevator arrived at the bottom floor as I approached.  I bid the 
clerk good-night and was off.

    My cock was starting to get hard.  I imagined "Ace" already in the process 
of balling one of them, the other three watching.  I lit up the joint at the 
fifteenth floor and walked to the penthouse.  "Ace" was ready to go over the 
side.  The girls were all looking on in puzzlement.

    Down he went.  The frame went up as he was half way down, repelling his 
way to my suite.  I had the pulley set up and the first girl in the basket 
when I felt the tug.  Over the side she went.  I steadied the basket and down 
she went.  It took us less than ten minutes and I was lowering the frame to 
the patio floor and untangling the rope.  If you think I'm going to repel down 
seven or eight feet while fifteen stories up...You're on drugs !  Now, I've 
done some other crazy shit.....

    The stereo was cranking and the pot smoke was filling the room.  God !  
These people would go crazy on it.  That's why the old man was disappointed !  
I took a hit off the bong and zoomed into space with the rest of them.  Two of 
the girls got naked pretty fast but I beat them there and was coaxing the 
other two to get naked.  My cock was like stone and "Ace" was laughing his ass 
off.  He stopped abruptly when one of the small ones started pulling his 
slacks off.

    "Ace's" cock was a hot dog in his white briefs.  I quite pulling on the 
lady I was coaxing to get undressed and made my cock bob in my crotch.  "Ace" 
was laughing his ass off again.  He kept laughing as the young thing started 
sucking his cock but that didn't last long.  His cock was about the exact 
replica of mine although he was uncircumcised.  The little filipino was 
reaming her tongue between his foreskin and his cock head.

    I crawled up on to the reluctant one's lap and started kissing her.  She 
didn't try to push me away very hard and it only lasted a second or two.  My 
tongue was fencing with a very willing partner just a few seconds after that.  
Her blouse opened easily and she thrust her tits forward as I reached behind 
her to remove her bra.  Her nipples were very erect about a half an inch long 
and thick...About finger size.  Her breast meat was firm and didn't jiggle 
much but her tits overflowed my hands.

    She was shucking off her blouse and bra while I was sucking on her 
nipples.  As soon as she was topless, I pushed her hands to my groin and 
filled her hands with my cock.  Her mouth was next and I stood on the couch as 
she gobbled me up.  My hands were in her hair and I was pulling and pushing 
her mouth back and forth on my cock.  Her lips were slick and I could feel her 
tongue paint itself against my bone.

    One of the others was watching from the end of the couch.  I told her to 
spread her legs.  Her cunt opened a bit and it was moist.  I beckoned her.  
She smiled and told me I was busy.  I laughed and lunged for her.  She was 
stoned and very slow.  My hands were on the back of her thighs and I was 
bending her back.  My cock went in smoothly and her eyes got wide when I 
bottomed out.  She was very tight but not at all bony...Sweet meat, here I 
come.

    I was in over drive when I felt the other one at my back.  Her breasts 
were mashed against my back and she was rubbing my chest.  I was sweating.  
She had her hands on my back and they were approaching my ass.  My hips were 
like a jack hammer gone mad.  When the one behind me grasped my balls, I 
exploded and like a man electrocuted; I jumped away from my partner.  My cock 
was still hard but now it was covered with a glaze of cunt butter.

    "Ace" was fucking the shit out of one of them.  She was squealing from the 
other bed.  The one with the big tits was naked.  Her loins were covered with 
an untamed forest of dark black pubic hair.  I went for her and had her legs 
over my shoulders in seconds.  My face was buried in her loins, lapping at her 
nectar.  Her cunt lips were thin lines of flesh and her pearl was prominent.  
I licked at my leisure until she was babbling incoherently.

    Time to do some strokin' !  I was up and in her in a flash and the fucking 
began.  The sweat was pouring off me as I labored above her.  The slapping 
sound filled the room.  "Ace" was saying something but I was way out there and 
just heard sound.  I could feel her cunt grasping me, squeezing the life out 
of he and then I was spasaming above her.  I could feel my bone twitch in her 
womb and then I was gone.

    I came back.  Who knows how long I was gone ?  I was on my back and my 
breath smelled of pussy.  My face was covered in a glaze of "C" butter.  I 
licked my lips.  They were still moist.  The room was silent.

                        ***** CHAPTER SEVENTEEN *****

    Mean while, back at the ranch:

    "Hey !  Boss, we got a feeler on some white guy selling porno in Tokyo.  
Nobody seems to have a name on this guy.  Just a white guy in jap land, 
selling high grade porno."

    "That's him, Stephan.  But unless you got someone on him right now.  He'll 
disappear like smoke.  Somebody is letting you smell this scent.  It's 
Tamarack all right but he's in his environment now.  Carol says he spent years 
over there and has people we could never reach...Military types."

    "But, boss !  We're checking all the flights."

    Elija laughed.  "Oh !  Shit, Stephan...He'll never take a flight.  He'll 
fly himself out of there or figure a way to do it without anyone catching him.  
He could be any one of a hundred people by now.  No, Stephan, he's gone.  
We'll never find him now but keep all the feelers out anyway."

    "Normally that wouldn't be to hard.  Word is there's a hundred or so 
videos roaming around Tokyo.  I think the fucker was a little bigger than we 
thought.  You think he's got connections ?

    "Nah...Stephan, this Tamarack fucker is a loner.  He would have made a 
great agent back when we needed a lot of soldiers.  He's a dying breed and 
should be put out of his misery.  He'll turn up and we'll be ready to 
accommodate him very nicely."

    Stephan had his first doubts at that moment.  Elija was taking too much 
advice from that "Tamarack" broad.  His brain was going to mush.  Shit !  No 
way anyone would give up a guy making them millions.  Seems this Tamarack 
makes friends of everyone ?!

                                    *****

    The girls went out the back early the following afternoon.  "Ace" and I 
went back to bed.  It was dark when we woke.  I didn't feel too bad but "Ace" 
had a slight headache.  We ordered from room service and ate a feast about 
midnight.  We were at the airport a little after one.  Gear in the well at 
zero two hundred.  We'd both just popped enough dextrin to keep an army awake 
for a month.

    About half way to Okinawa "Ace" changed flight plans.  Two minutes later, 
using different call letters, I called attempted to open a flight plan.  Our 
call signs were similar enough that quite a confusion was caused.  My 
transmissions faded out and then so did "Ace's."  I was positive they were 
clueless and could care less as we were light airplanes.  Who gives a shit if 
those fuckers die ?  They're rich fuckers.

    We gassed up in Okinawa about five and I tossed both flight plans on the 
operations desk before we left.  They both said closed and I figured that 
since one of us got gas...Well, nobody was going to check anyway.

    It was early afternoon when we sighted land.  "Ace" had procured some very 
finely detailed maps and we were only about three miles South of our 
destination.  We came over the field at about three hundred feet.  The 
throttle was in idle and we were almost silent.  "Ace's" landing was just 
about perfect and he shut down the engine as we coasted toward the barrels.  
There were three of them and they cost me a lot of bread.

    We were playing with pros but then I was paying for pros.  I figured it 
was an even trade.  We tested the gas and then pumped our brains out.  "Ace" 
and I shared a little rice.  The idea was for him to get back about two in the 
morning.  We had some time to waste.  We told lots of stories.

    He was checking the gas again, draining water out of it.  We hugged and 
"Ace" told me my japanese wasn't too bad for a gaijin...Who's self taught, 
mind you.  I hugged him again and told him his english was first class.  The 
dust settled quickly after he broke ground.  He rocked his wings before 
disappearing over the horizon.  He wasn't very high.  I headed for the bushes 
and started walking.  The road was just beyond the jungle.

                                    *****

    "Hey !  Boss...You're not going to believe this.  We got confirmation that 
Tamarack is in Japan.  DEA says they tracked his passport number to 
Tokyo...Some air force flight into some air force base I can't pronounce.  
Three months ago...They knew this.  I think Montana was embarrassed.  They 
have little or no sources and even when Wayne told the japs that Tamarack was 
a known dope smuggler they showed little interest...You don't suppose he got 
real close to their mob do you ?  They can't stand round eyes."

    Elija looked deep in thought.  Stephan started giggling.  "What's so 
fucking funny ?"

    "Get this...There's some video going around showing the two DEA guys who 
survived the shoot out...You know...Showing them fucking the shit out of some 
girl scouts.  It's got to be Tamarack.  There's also one of Wayne Montana with 
Tamarack's wife and some young chick...Supposedly his daughter.  I don't think 
Wayne's going to be thinking about much but getting Tamarack.  Word is he's 
toast...Kicked out of the DEA."

    Elija smiled.  Willy was settling down for a while...Maybe a year or two ?  
How could he smoke him out ?  He'd have to think about it.  He'd find him...He 
was sure of that.  The world wasn't that big.

                                     end

                             !!! COMING SOON !!!
                          *** "Yamashita's Gold" ***

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