Author: Frederick T.
Title: Yamashita's Gold
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (M+f+ oral)(MF oral)(mF oral)
Language: English

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   @(C) 2002 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (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 earlier 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 
earlier 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

                              "Yamashita's Gold"
                                 (M+f+ oral)
                                  (MF oral)
                                  (mF oral)

                                      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.....

    General Yamashita Tomoyuki stood on the ridge line and watched the hundred 
or so Filipino slaves carrying the gold bars up from the beach.  The Filipinos 
had dug a deep trench, a ways back from the cliff, in the thick jungle that 
grew on the top of the bluff.  The gold bars were laid end to end in the 
trench, the Filipinos piling them one on top of the other.  It was quite an 
impressive sight but Yamashita had watched similar operations in several 
different places around the archipelago called the Philippines.

    He hated the fucking place.  The people were so lazy and worthless.  He 
couldn't see what the Americans saw in this jungle of idiots.  McArthur 
pledging to come back and liberate the islands !  What a crock...Not one of 
them worth a shit.  Well, the women were decent fucks...He'd give them that.

    Off in the distance, on the edge of the cliff, there was a commotion of 
some sort.  Yamashita assumed one of the slaves collapsed carrying his load to 
the top.  His second in command rushed over to check on the disturbance...

    ...Philban Estoban had just about had the course.  He'd made thirteen 
trips to the top.  Each time carrying six gold bars, weighing a little over a 
kilo a piece.  Now...Fifteen pounds or so doesn't seem like much to you and me 
but to Philban, who weighed under a hundred and ten and hadn't had a decent 
meal in over three weeks, it was like carrying a ton.  He was sure the Jap 
fuckers were going to kill them all after they carried the gold to the top of 
the cliff.  That pissed him off.  Nobody would ever find it buried in the 
jungle at the top of these cliffs.  In less than a season the jungle would 
claim the bare space, they cleared with their bare hands...Would hide the 
trench, they dug with their bare hands, and the gold would remain here for a 
very long time.  He was sure of that.

    Philban grew up around here...Had never wandered too far from his 
ancestral roots.  The Japs were a long way from home and Philban figured 
they'd lost the war.  That's the only reason they'd be hiding the gold.  If 
they were confident of winning they wouldn't be hiding it...They'd be shipping 
it back to Nippon...But instead, the riches of Southeast Asia were transported 
to their very poor country and then buried to help Nippon rise again...That 
really pissed Philban off.  He figured he was good for one more trip but had 
no intention of making it.

    Philban handed his pack to another Filipino, who was placing the bars in 
the trench.  The load was one bar short.  The other Filipino noticed 
immediately, panicked and looked toward Philban.  So did the Jap guard.  
Philban broke for the cliff side at full speed, which wasn't very fast in his 
condition, and lunged over the side.

    His body caromed off the cliff side several times on the way down.  The 
crumpled remains lay on the rock beach...All but dead.  Surprisingly, Philban 
didn't allow the jarring, his body absorbed on the way down, to steal his 
precious cargo.  His hands were wrapped around the gold bar like vice grips.  
Faintly he heard the shots from the top of the cliff.  Philban was sure the 
guards would be upon him in minutes.  His legs pushed against the rocks on the 
beach.  His hands never relinquishing their prize.  The water was so close.

    A good, strong four or five foot swell was building up on the reef that 
lay off shore.  It crested about a hundred yards from the rock beach and 
pealed off in a perfect right for about a quarter of a mile until finally 
rising up, throwing itself over and crashing on to the rock beach.

    Philban was so close...So close.  The wave made the Japanese guards back 
off a ways.  After it crashed on to the shore, Philban disappeared into the 
white water.  The wave, like it was claiming a son, dragged his broken body 
back into mother ocean but Philban's hands never relinquished their prize.  
This was one gold bar that General Yamashita Tomoyuki would never get his 
hands on.....

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

    I was paddling to the left.  The wave broke to the right.  I had this spot 
wired and knew exactly when to jump to my feet.  I was up and sliding into the 
tube.  I cranked the board around hard to the right and immediately started 
moving toward the nose.  It was low tide and the wave was thin, almost 
transparent.  I was really moving along the face of about a chest high wall of 
water, my hand in the wave to slow my progress and move me to the crest of the 
water collapsing in front of me.

    The wind was almost totally off shore, holding up the face of the wave for 
me.  I shuffled a little closer to the nose...Both feet about a foot from the 
tip of the board.  The speed was exhilarating...Then the bottom dropped out 
and I caught a rail.  I was airborne and tucked as I hit the surface of the 
ocean.

    I came up gasping for air.  Shit !  Wipe out !  The sounds of "Dick Dale 
and the Deltones" flooded my brain.  I dinged one of our boards last week at 
this same spot.  I kicked my feet to get the upper half of my body out of the 
water, trying to find the board.  There it was, washing up on the rocks about 
a hundred feet from where I was.  I felt the bottom with my feet and slowly 
made my way to shore.  The fucking bottom here was all rock and coral, really 
fucked up your feet.

    The board appeared to be ok, thank God.  Dale'd kick my ass if I dinged 
another one.  The back pack was where I left it and I gathered it up as I 
moved down to where the board was laying on the rocks.  The smoke filled my 
lungs and euphoria quickly crept though my body.  This was the first weed I'd 
grown on the island...Nothing like the shit I grew back in 'Vegas but descent 
weed.  I had a whole plot growing up in the jungle...Shit !  It grew almost as 
fast here as in the "weed room" back home...Just not as potent.  A more 
controlled environment, better fertilizer...Shit !  Who knows ??

    I didn't start growing until about three months ago.  Fuck !  I'd smuggled 
a couple of pounds all across the Pacific, through Tokyo and finally here - a 
small village on the coast of the Philippines.  I'd been here a little over 
six months and really liked the place.  No hassles, lots of horny women, great 
surf, warm weather and warm water...What more could I ask for ??

    Let me tell you a pound of bud lasts a long time if only two guys are 
smoking it, even if they get loaded everyday...Almost all day long...And we 
usually did...Dale Haggerty ("If Candy is Dandy.....") and I.  Well, the girls 
get loaded a little too but not like we do.  I started laughing like 
crazy...Why ?  For no reason, I guess ??

    My day dreaming transported me back to when I arrived.....

    .....I walked almost all night after waving my JASDF air force buddy 
off...Until I came to the small village.  I slept in the high grass, almost up 
to the hammock I'd strung between two trees, maybe they were two different 
branches of the same tree ?  In the morning I grabbed the bus and headed off 
West.  My destination was on the tip of some archipelago and just about as 
small as the village I started in.  The trip took almost all day and three 
transfers...Fuck !  What a bummer !  I was running out of gas.....

    .....In Tokyo...At the end, I had guys begging me...For ten thousand an 
eighth...Now it was in yen but still easily convertible on the black market 
for lots of green dollars...And the fucking movies...Jesus !  A couple of 
hundred thousand...In good ol' Uncle Sam dollars.  I was laden down with 
another, more sturdy back pack, with a wood frame...Fuck !  That money weighed 
some pounds.....

    .....I walked the last hundred yards to the beach and looked out at the 
waves.  Perfect blue, green water met my eyes and about a half a mile away was 
a point reaching out into the reef.  Along the point I could see a guy, just 
ripping.  I guess the boards made it ?!  I could feel the rush of being safe.  
Dale'd been here a little over six months and swears by it...Now that I'm 
here, I was glad I took his advice.  It was perfect.

    As I walked toward the point, I passed several men congregating in front 
of what looked like the general store.  I waved.  They waved back.  There was 
a huge dish on the roof of the store and you could hear somebody on CNN 
talking about the trial in the Senate.  I started waving as I approached the 
end of the point.  Dale was waving and pointing back off toward the village.

    The three young women were running toward me, yelling.  I could hardly 
hear them.  Slowly their sounds became words.  "Willy...Willy."  It sounded 
like "Willeeeee".  I started laughing and walked faster.  They were Dale's 
friends...At least that's what he told me in his last e-mail.  Three of them, 
all just in their teens.  They jumped up and down around me, the "Willy's" 
sounding like chanting.

    I sensed Dale padding up behind me...Felt his hand on my shoulder and just 
barely heard him whisper, "Willy...Glad you made it, man."

    "Thanks for the offer, Dale.  I needed to get away."

    "Yea...Right...Probably some pissed off father trying to kill your ass for 
turning his daughter into a stark raving nympho."  He laughed a real quiet 
laugh.  We were walking toward a small house with a tin roof.  It was warm.  I 
was sweating like a pig.  The girls were running ahead of us.

    "Nah...A little hairier...I'll tell you about it later.  Who're your 
friends ?"

    "Aaaah...Let's get you a stick and do a little sliding first."  I tried to 
tell him I was wiped out but he wouldn't take "no" for an answer.  When we 
entered the house...It was really just one large room.  The kitchen was 
against the far wall and on the right was a drape that covered the corner.  I 
figured that was the bathroom, maybe the toilet.  They probably showered 
outside ?

    Along the wall to the left was a mahogany rack and in it were the other 
three surfboards...All waxed and ready to go.  The girls had the back pack and 
Dale was holding out a joint to me.

    "My last of your shit !  I saved it for you !"  I took a hit, walked over 
and dug around in the back pack for a moment.  I pulled out a package that 
weighed about a quarter pound.  I threw it on the table and pulled out the 
pipe.  The five of us got very stoned and Dale and I never did go surfing but 
ended up showering with the girls and then...Well...

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

    I didn't get their names straight for a few days...The five of us were out 
in front of the house.  The shower was just around the corner...A nice wood 
job.  Dale and I had taken his wheel barrow into the general store, about a 
mile away.  We came back with water and another six pack of coke.  We were 
both stoned as dirt and the fucking water was heavy as shit.  Out of our 
clothes and into the shower.  I got first dibs and I don't mean of the shower 
either...Well, that too !

    She hardly came to my belly button...Just cute as a bug.  Short dark hair, 
bangs above her eyes...And her eyes, so dark and mysterious.  She led me by 
the hand and then her hands were lowering my jeans.  I was getting hard just 
watching her.  My cock was out and she was smiling.  I stepped out of my pants 
and she was stepping away from me and drawing her shift up over her head.

    She wasn't wearing any underwear and my cock was parallel to the ground.  
Her breasts were just bumps of skin with quarter size areolae, the nipples 
tiny buds...Hardly darker than the surrounding skin.  She still had baby fat 
and a deep indentation for a navel.  Her pubic hair was short and straight, 
dark against her brown skin.  It looked like she was tan all over and I was 
stroking my cock.

    She pulled me into the shower stall and the water started flowing.  Her 
hands were jacking me off and I felt like king kong.  She couldn't get them 
around my cock and let me tell you...By no means of the imagination do I have 
a big dick.  I found the soap and started soaping her up.  When she got my 
cock slippery her hands took off at warp speed, Dr. Spock.  I was jerking 
against the walls of the shower and filling the tiny cubicle with the moans 
and groans of a man on his way to the promised land.

    Dale and his other two friends were waiting their turn, laughing and 
giggling.  When the stars disappeared, I realized Dale was talking to me.

    "...Aaah...Stoner...You gonna take all day ?"  There was a burst of 
laughter and then the little brown thing was opening the door and pulling me 
back up on to the porch.  My pecker was drained, dangling down on my 
testicles.

    "Go get'em, Superman."  That Dale, always a joker.

    My little brown friend was laying on the floor which had been covered with 
a whole bunch of mats.  I dove for her and wrestled her cunt to my face.  She 
was giggling and laughing but not for long.  Her cunt was hardly covered with 
any hair...More like a thick down.  I spread her fat little lips apart and 
licked from her hole to her clit.  I dug my tongue into her and wormed it 
around, her hips starting to wiggle below me.  I pushed her legs up on to her 
chest and reamed out her little brown hole with abandon.  She was squealing 
and shrieking when Dale burst in with the other two.

    "Aaah...Shit !  Malibu...I was making them eat each other..."  I raised my 
head from the young lady's crotch and burst out laughing.  One of the other 
girls was down on her knees sucking Dale's cock.  The third just rubbing his 
belly.  The one on her knees had nice big tits...About the size of oranges 
with much larger areolae than the other two.

    "You lazy fuck...A true connoisseur tastes everything life has to offer."

    "My dick does most of the tasting..."  He burst out laughing as the young 
lady pulled my face back into her crotch.  I was teasing her clitoris with the 
tip of my tongue when the one with the big tits climbed on top of me.  I 
rolled out of the little one's lap and wrestled with the big titted one for a 
while.  Someone was sucking my cock and I had a very hairy pussy covering my 
mouth.

    This cunt was even fatter than my previous friend's and had a lot of 
straight black hair dangling from very plump cunt lips.  I ate at my leisure 
as the sucking one devoured my limp penis.  This teenager could suck cock and 
soon had me with a pretty descent semi.  I pushed them both away to find Dale 
fucking the shit out of the other one.  She was on her hands and knees and 
Dale was just about to fill her tight little butt with a gallon of jizzim.

    I scrambled to get one of my pills and in less than a half hour was just 
fucking the shit out of the young thing I took the shower with.  Her cunt was 
so tight, just like a little hand pulling on my pud.  I was above her...Her 
eyes were squeezed shut and she was breathing through her mouth, panting was 
more like it.  Her cunt was like butter and slippery as all get out.  I fucked 
her like a mad man and was sweating like a pig.

    When I rolled off, after "Ol' Joe" made an appearance, the one with the 
big tits straddled my middle and I was sinking into her depths.  She leaned 
forward and smothered me in her breast meat.  I started thrusting up into her 
and she wiggled around, fully seating me in her depths.  My cock felt strong 
and I could feel the sweat pour off of me.  Her perspiration was dribbling 
down the valley of her tits and tasted salty.....

    .....Gorgie Estoban wandered down the beach and found the old guy lying on 
the rocks.  Gorgie laughed.  Jesus !  These guys were stoned all the time.  
He'd tried it with them a few times and it was cool but no where near as cool 
as surfing.  These guys were good, too.  Well, the old guy not nearly as good 
as the younger guy but rarely did either of them wipe out.  Gorgie wondered if 
Willy would let him use his surfboard while he was resting ?

    Like Dale always said, "Better to beg for forgiveness than ask for 
permission."  He scooped up the board and paddled out.  He was into his second 
wave when he saw Willy get up and look around.  The old guy eventually 
wandered off without ever looking out into the line up.

    I arrived back at the house...It was my house.  Dale helped me frame it 
and lay the flooring and put up the walls and everything.  It only leaked a 
little when it rained and I was a tremendously happy guy.

    I called her Dee Dee.  She was a darling little thing with dark brown skin 
and the darkest nipples and areolae.  She gave the best head.  God !  She was 
as good as Carol and more uninhibited but had a sense of naiveté that drove me 
wild some nights.  She was standing in the door way and pointing over toward 
Dale's shack.

    He was strolling across the distance between the two houses and called out 
to me.  "Hey !  Man !  Didn't you go surfing ?"

    I nodded and he continued.  "Well...Then...Where's the board ?"  I 
shrugged my shoulders.  He started laughing.  "You lost it ?"  I shrugged my 
shoulders again.  He passed me a fat joint wrapped in the green leaves of my 
plants and I took a huge hit.  Oh !  Jesus !  This was paradise.....

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

    .....I was back on the bus.  Dale and I...Had been living with him for a 
little over a week...Had already started my place.  We were on our way to the 
market place.  Since the American presence left the Philippines the 
Australians have taken over...Well, not exactly...The Filipinos really run 
the place and that's cool...Was the whole reason for the revolution.  Anyway, 
there's a lot of Australians around...Nice guys...just not as couth as we were 
but then maybe we Americans weren't as couth as we thought.  We traveled 
almost all day and ended up in a slum of shacks just outside Manila.  The next 
morning we were in the market and bidding the highest price we could for 
several young ladies.

    Yea !  I know this sounds bad but hey !  This is the Philippines.  Just 
because the scummy Americans leave doesn't mean that life changes over night.  
We weren't recruiting these young ladies to be hookers.  They were going to 
keep house for us.  Dale'd been to the market several times and had a harem 
almost.  Well, really just three but hey !  I didn't have any.

    It was late in the afternoon before we boarded the bus again with two new 
"house keepers."  We had to spend the night waiting for a transfer in some 
out-in-the-sticks village.  But what a night we had !  The two of us got so 
stoned we couldn't walk.

    And that's where I met Dee Dee.  Well, her name really wasn't Dee Dee but 
then this was so unreal that I baptized her Dee Dee.  At the time it sounded 
like a really good idea but then I was so stoned...Dee Dee was serving us 
dinner in what passed for the only restaurant in town...Fuck !  It was hardly a 
bus stop.

    Dee Dee was the fifth daughter of the village elder and was really sucking 
hind tit.  Her chances of advancing above serving the occasional visitor was 
just about zero.  I was flirting with her as she was gorgeous.  Very tiny but 
with a prominent bust and a butt to die for.  Her father came over to inquire 
how we liked the village...Maybe, we could set up here for a while...Live with 
them ?  After all we were treated like kings in the village Dale'd settled 
in...Probably because of the money we fed the local economy...We were generous 
with our money and our skills...But Dale insisted we travel to Manila for our 
help...I thought that was a good idea.

    Anyway, the village elder was obviously offering me more than a plot of 
land in his village.  Dee Dee was all eyes and very anxious.  This guy's 
village was out though because it was too damn far from the ocean.

    Dale was hardly paying attention when I made the offer.  I told the chief 
or whatever that we couldn't possibly live here but I might be able to make 
him an offer for his youngest daughter's services.

    Dale snapped to attention and tried to break into the conversation but I 
was off to the races.  I knew I couldn't make it sound sleazy but how do you 
offer to buy someone's daughter politely ?  Anyway...He stared at me for a 
long moment before he got up to leave...Probably charge us an arm and a leg 
for the meal ?!

    "...I mean...She'd be number one in my house...I'd teach her a lot."  He 
was standing, looking back at me.  I stood.

    "Aaah...Math...English...Business...She'd manage my house, do all the 
buying...Bill paying...She'll be in charge of all work details.  At the end of 
her employment with me your daughter will be the most desirable fifth daughter 
in your village..."  He sat back down and we started to quibble.

    There were five of us when we got off the bus back home.  Dee Dee was 
wearing a brand new dress and looked like the madonna...I was stoked.....

    .....Dale and I were hitting off the joint.  Dee Dee brought us a warm 
coke to suck on.  Gorgie wandered up with the surfboard and both Dale and I 
started laughing.  Gorgie was embarrassed, he'd been caught red handed.  I know 
neither Dale or I cared one bit.  We'd taught most of the young men in the 
village to surf and were very proud of our accomplishments.

    We'd also helped them engineer a large pond up in the hills away from the 
village.  It was the first running water they'd ever had and they thought we 
were gods.  Now, the water quality left a lot to be desired but Dale was 
working on that.  I wandered inside and lay down to take a nap.  Dee Dee 
joined me.  Her shift was off over her head in seconds and I was spellbound 
just gazing at her beautiful figure.

    She had the best little body...Of all the young women who lived with us.  
We were kind of a large family...Well, not that way...Her breasts were about 
the size of tennis balls, topped with the most delicate looking dark brown 
areolae and nipples that were like pencil erasures.  They'd get so hard when 
I sucked on them.  Her belly was still padded with baby fat and the crease of 
her sex was visible at the juncture of her thighs.  I loved to peel her labia 
apart and lick her nectar.  She got so wet.  I was getting a boner just 
looking at her, could almost see the moisture forming between her cunt lips.

    I rubbed the top of her mound, occasionally dipping a finger into the top 
of her sheath.  I licked and sucked my finger before going back to tease her 
cunt.  My mouth was on her skin, sucking her breasts.  Her nipples were hard 
as rock and I was batting them with my tongue.  Her hand found my cock and she 
started to milk it.  I was like rock and hardly took the pills any more, 
unless we were having a party...Ha !  Ha !

    My tongue was in her belly button and my finger was buried in her juicy 
pussy.  She had hardly any hair...More like a down...That first night.....

    Jesus !  Three of them...What the fuck was I going to do ?  The two from 
the market...Janice and Janey were experienced young ladies.  They wouldn't be 
at the market if they weren't.  They were hot to start an orgy to vie for my 
attention.  Dee Dee didn't know what was expected of her.  We were on the mats 
and passing around the pipe.  Janice was rubbing my thigh and Janey was 
rubbing my back.  I lay back and watched Janice...She appeared to be the 
oldest, nice big tits with a good growth of pubic hair...Start to pull my 
shorts down.

    My cock flopped out and her hand was around it before it twitched.  She 
stroked it and the other two watched.  Dee Dee's eyes were big and round.  I 
pulled Janey down and began to explore her mouth with my tongue.  She was more 
Dee Dee's size but was no match for her beauty.  Janice now had my cock in her 
mouth and I was getting into it.  I pushed them all away and stripped off my 
clothes.

    I was standing when Janey captured my cock and started sucking.  Janice 
was stripping off her clothes and the orgy was in progress.  Dee Dee did a lot 
of watching and very little participating.  I felt bad and had her sleep with 
me after sating myself with the other two little vixen.  That first night, Dee 
Dee slept in her new dress but after a time was sleeping with just a pair of 
panties.

    I'll never forget that first night...I told the other girls to stay with 
Dale so Dee Dee and I could enjoy each other for the first time.  She was an 
energetic lover and gave herself totally to me.  When she first started 
bouncing up and down on my cock I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.  Her 
small breasts were taunt on her chest, her nipples poking out.  The look of 
surprise...Maybe shock on her face as my cock slipped into her belly and tore 
her hymen.  Fuck !  Could it get any better than this ??!!

    She sat for a long time, just wiggling about every once and a while...Like 
she was trying to get comfortable.  Every time she moved my cock slipped 
further into her center.  Her cunt was stretched around my cock and I pushed 
her back so I could see where I disappeared into her.  I massaged her tiny 
butt cheeks and soon she was working on her own rhythm.  I remained still 
until she was covered in perspiration, her face screwed up in concentration.

    Squeezing her ass cheeks together was like making her tighter around my 
meat.  I started guiding her rump and soon she was dripping sweat as she 
labored above me.  I pulled her face to me and we were kissing when I started 
to move in her.  Her nostrils flared as she sucked air into her lungs and them 
she was jerking around over me as my cock spasamed around in her belly.  I kept 
fucking until I fell out of her and then carried her to the shower.

    We washed the blood off each other and then started to go at it again.  
I'd caught Dee Dee watching Janice and Janey suck my cock many times since 
that first night...And while I wanted to head back to the front room, she 
wouldn't let me pass until she'd worked my limp pecker into a descent semi.  
Her mouth looked so full, her big brown eyes staring up at me.  I could feel 
the power surge through me and soon had my hands in her hair, guiding her lips 
back and forth on my meat.

    This is one of those times when you really miss filling a young lady's 
mouth with cum, watching it dribble out of her mouth and onto her chin or 
chest.  I was laying back against the shower wall and Dee Dee was in control.  
One little hand was jacking me off while her tongue was teasing my balls.  I 
lifted her to her feet and then pushed her up against the wall of the shower.

    She weighed almost nothing and as I slid into her, she yelped.  I was 
fucking her against the side of the shower, just driving my cock in and out of 
her like a machine.  Her head was lolling back and forth, her breath coming 
in gasps.  I felt her tense up, her legs wrapped around my middle...Her cunt 
sucking the life out of me, my hands grasping her butt cheeks...Feeling them 
quiver in my hands.  We both came to our senses at the bottom of the shower.

    Fuck !  What a night !  Life was grand !

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

    Another day in paradise...Well, not exactly.  A big typhoon or something 
moved through during the last few days.  Fuck !  It had rained like shit !  
Everything was mud.  We all trooped to the general store and watched the 
weather on the TV.  The elections were not far off and politics had taken over 
the news hour.  Everyone wondering how Gore would shed the Clinton "sleaze" 
factor ?  To be honest I usually had a hard time watching the news as we only 
did so about once a week...And I usually didn't have a clue what they were 
talking about !?  Dale and I ended up buying the whole village dinner.  We'd 
usually do this a couple of times a month or so...Just to keep everyone happy.

    The head honcho was afraid the pond would over flow and flood the village.  
Dale assured him that natural drainage would take the overflow away from the 
village.  We were all pretty shit faced at the time and some of the younger 
guys were wondering how the surf was going to be after the storm passed ?  I 
assured them that it was going to be out of this world !  So it was after 
eight before we slogged back to the houses with another container of water.  
Yea !  I know...What do we need water for...Shit !  To wash off with as we 
were covered with mud by the time we got home.

    I rose early the next morning as I'd been tracking the tides and figured 
it was going to be perfect.  It was and I was ripping like a twenty year 
old...Well, ok !  Maybe, not that good but holding my own in a good overhead 
swell...Some of the bigger sets were in the neighborhood of ten feet or so.  I 
was having a great time !

    I was tucked into the barrel of a very hollow wave and just screaming 
along.  I don't think I'd ever been so happy ?!  I spit out on to the shoulder 
and carved a giant cut back.  The wave steepened up out in front of me so I 
cranked the board hard back to the right, almost scampering to the nose.  The 
wave threw up over me and I stood in the tube and marveled at how great mother 
nature was !

    The wave was approaching the shore.  I figured I'd milked just about all 
that I could out of it and kicked out through the back of the wave.  I pushed 
the board out in front of me as I made my way to shore.  The pain in my foot 
was sharp and hurt like hell.  I looked down and saw I was already trailing 
blood.  Now I'm not to sure whether there were any sharks in these waters but 
I had no desire to find out.

    I was still in a couple of feet of water when the glint of gold almost 
exploded in my face.  I was feeling the cut on my foot and the gold bar was 
just about three feet to my right.  Fuck the blood and pain !  I pushed the 
board to shore and retrieved the bar.  Jesus !  It was heavy as shit...Felt 
like about a kilo.  I looked around the beach area and up at the cliff to see 
if anyone was around.  The coast seemed clear so I scampered up the beach and 
hid the gold bar in my back pack.  After slinging it over my shoulder, I 
retrieved the board and made my way up the cliff, my cut forgotten.

    It was a pain in the ass, climbing the cliff, but the farm was up on 
top...Right at the edge of the jungle.  Dale usually didn't surf this far out 
but I thought the waves here were some of the best in the area.  Yea !  
Ok...It was easy to check out the farm, too.  I did a quick inspection of my 
plants and then scampered back to the house.  Dale was out rippin' at his 
favorite place...The fucker was so lazy...Shit !  It was only about a couple a 
hundred feet from his door.

    I was antsy...Every time we spent any amount of time at the general store, 
especially if we were buying the bar...Somebody would tell a different version 
of the story about the Japanese gold.  Now, I doubted any of the locals had 
dropped the bar I found in the ocean...No...It must have come from the 
original stash ??  Hard to tell how it got there ?

    Dale got back early in the afternoon and was napping when I got up from a 
mid-day siesta.  I told Dee Dee to take all the girls to the general store.  
Told her not to be home before four.  It was a little after one.  I was 
puffin' on a joint.  Dee Dee asked if I wanted her to come back.  I was still 
in awe of her body and I'd been with her pretty steady for a little over five 
months.

    "No...Dee Dee... Just keep the girls at the store until four.  Now...Get 
along."  I patted her behind and off she went.  I continued smoking the joint 
until they were out of sight.

    Dale was snoring when I entered his house.  I was carrying the back pack 
and put it on the floor next to him.  I shook his shoulder.

    "Hey !  Fuck off, Malibu...You already had your nap."

    "Get up, sonny boy...Time to use your brain if you haven't fucked it all 
away by now."  Dale looked like he was going to kick the shit out of me when 
he rolled over.

    "Look who's talking...The garden freak...When aren't you stoned ?"  I 
laughed and told him to lift the back pack.  He did.  He held it above his 
head, swinging it back and forth.  "We get something in the mail ?"

    "Something like that.  Open it and find out.  It's Christmas in the P.I., 
sonny boy."  He rose to an elbow and unzipped the back pack.  When he brought 
out the gold bar he sucked in his breath.

    "Wow !  Malibu...I think we just became the village heroes.  What kind of 
finders fee do we want ?"  He laughed real quietly, hefting the bar in his 
hand.  "Kilo ?"

    I nodded.  "Aaaaah...Dale, we don't have it all..."

    He added.  "...Yet !"  We smoked the rest of the afternoon and were so 
wrapped up in our theories that we hardly noticed the girls arrive.  We'd 
buried the bar in the sand behind my house right up against the jungle.  I 
hardly slept that night.

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

    I started surfing at the local spot.  It was the only place Dale and I 
could be sure we weren't overheard.  We were constantly talking about the 
gold.  Shit !  We didn't even have it yet !  We were wasting our time talking 
about it...Had no fucking idea where it was ?

    I was down at the general store, setting up my laptop so I could zip off 
to retrieve my mail.  My mom knew just about as much as I did about pgp, 
remailers, nym servers, etc. and was usually quite prompt with her messages.

    It was late in the month.  What month ?  I'm not quite sure, to be honest 
with you.  But I was confident her message would be in today or tomorrow.  I 
always looked forward to hearing from her.

    Stunned...I sat after reading the first line.

    "Oh !  Fuck !  Fuck !  Fuck !"  I was still for a long while.  Ten minutes 
later I was still staring at a now blank computer screen.  Fuck !  My dad had 
a fucking stroke !

    It was a long e-mail and I rushed back to the house to read it all.  Mom 
said dad was recovering nicely but no more tennis or golf or fucking around.  
I laughed.  She actually used the words "fucking around" !  No shit !  Fuck !  
They're fucking eighty !  God !  Damn !  There's hope for us all !

    My dad had to be real pissed.  He was always the active one, my mother a 
little less high strung.  No shit !  My mom got him a lap top and even encoded 
a message from him.  I cried.  My dad hated computers...Thought they'd be down 
fall of civilization.  He once told me he sided with the ones who quit after 
the war.  The real war - W.W.II.

    When I was younger, I was always trying to pin down exactly what he did 
during the war but he was very evasive, always changing the subject.  Well, 
anyway...Once he told me he was with the O.S.S.  I remember laughing.  He 
never acknowledged my questions again.

    So in the e-mail I get from him, that my mother encoded for him, he tells 
me "...still have some friends who might be able to help you out of your 
jam...and this electronic shit isn't too bad...pretty slick, in fact."  He 
went on to tell me that one of his friends said it was almost uncrackable.  I 
was laughing my fucking ass off...Ok !  Dad, here it comes.  I spent the rest 
of the afternoon conjuring my answer...

    ...Mom also mentioned that Erin was by again for a visit.  My mom was sure 
she suspected we were communicating but never pressed.  Erin only once asked 
her to pass along a message...

    "If you ever hear from Willy ??  Tell him, I'm waiting at the beach."  
That explained a lot but I insisted my mother not share our communication.  
The last line always made me feel a little safer.  "No one has asked about 
you."  At least they weren't hassling my parents.  The coast was still clear.

    ...Dale burst into the house.  He'd been yelling from across the way.  
"...Malibu...Malibu...I've got it, Malibu !"  He plunked down right next to me 
and held out his pipe.  I took a hit.

    "Ok...Just listen the first time and then you can ask questions."  I 
nodded and off he went.  "...first thing we do is..."  It took him an hour to 
go through it and two while I was asking questions.  We shoed the girls away 
twice.  They were down at the general store watching TV when we arrived.  We 
bought the bar and then told everyone we could find - "big party tonight."  I 
slapped down two one hundred dollar bills.  The San Miguel started flowing and 
soon the general store was over run with villagers.

    Dale and I drank very little but did have a wonderful dinner...Chicken and 
some other shit like beans and rice...Fuck !  Everything here had rice in it.  
The sun was setting as I escorted the young ladies back to Dale's house.  I 
told them that we were entertaining the village elder and did not want to be 
disturbed.  I brought Dee Dee back to my house with me and waited for Dale to 
bring the "chief."  That's what I called him.  He got a kick out of it.

    The "chief" was not totally at ease and several of his sons hung around 
out front.  I turned on the cheap Japanese stereo, I'd sent away for, and we 
listened to some Filippino music.  I motioned for Dee Dee and she brought 
over the bottle...Jack Daniels...One of the "chief's" sons told me of his love 
of Mister John.  Dee Dee knelt at his side and held the bottle out to him.

    He was inspecting the seal on the bottle when she brought back an open 
bottle and we all toasted our health.  I sent Dee Dee away.  I slipped the 
gold bar out on to the mat in front of the chief as he drained his first 
drink.  He coughed when he saw the bar.  Dale was holding out the bottle.  He 
drank again and then I told him how I found it.

    Dale did the negotiating.  It didn't take long.  We got thirty percent.  
The village seventy percent.  All of this was minus expenses and bakshe.  I 
had a little over two hundred thousand on me from Tokyo.  I'd front the deal 
but I wanted honest expenses...I wouldn't gouge them but with the amount of 
gold...

    ...Yea !  You're right we don't have it yet but Dale didn't worry about 
that.

    "You'll handle it, Willy.  You'll take off one night on some trip and be 
looking over their shoulders while they're burying it."  I laughed.

    The next day the village was a bee hive of activity.  Most everyone was 
looking for it...Probably a bad idea but we did have to find it to make this 
plan of Dale's work.

                                    #####

    I'd carved my farm right into the middle of thick jungle...After all, 
marijuana wasn't exactly legal anywhere.  The villagers all knew we smoked 
reefer but not many of them tried it.  Just the young guys and then not 
usually for too long...Maybe a couple of months...But anyway, the villagers 
didn't care.....

    .....I'm wandering through the middle of my farm, thinking back to when I 
cleared the area for planting.  The inner part of the plot was some what 
sparse compared to the rest.  I walked to that part of the farm and pulled 
several plants out of the ground.

    I was on my knees with my tiny hand shovel when I hit the first bar.  It 
took me nearly an hour to clear off all the bars.  I started lifting them out 
but quit when I got ten deep and couldn't get the eleventh out.  Fuck !  They 
were heavy.  I re-covered the vault, even stuffing the plants back into the 
ground.  I knew they'd die but for a good cause.  There had to be soldiers and 
generals.

    I did some quick calculations.  Ok !  Ok !  It took some work with a pad 
and pencil.  Wow !  Fucking ten million...Twenty-five percent in bashed leaves 
seven and a half or so...Thirty percent of that was two point two million !  
And fuck !  There could be more ?!

    I led Dale up to the farm as the sun was setting and when it got dark; 
told him to start digging.  Dale was ecstatic and couldn't stop running his 
hands over them, all two hundred on top.

    The next day we led the "chief" up and told him to dig.  He was going ape 
shit as he pulled the bars out of the ground.  After burying it again, we 
headed back down to the village.  The party was on the "chief" !

    We were just outside the jungle and about half way back to the village 
when I put my hand on the "chief's" shoulder.  He stopped.

    "Listen carefully, Chief...I'm pretty much a peace loving fool but we're 
talking about a lot of money here and there will be temptations.  Now, if you 
fuck us ?  I guarantee...You better kill us.  'Cause if you don't one or both 
of us will get some payback...And it'll be real shitty...Real shitty.  I 
guarantee it...Plus if you cut us out, you're fucked.  The government will 
take every penny of it.  They'll build you a new general store or a church or 
school...Some shit you don't want.  With five million or so in the bank every 
villager will have a yearly income of forty-five hundred bucks about a zillion 
times the national average out here.  So if you fuck us ??  It all goes down 
the toilet.  You understand ?"

    He put his hand on my shoulder and nodded reverently.  We hugged and he 
was sobbing.  I was pretty sure he wouldn't be a problem !?

    We had to start quick, keep everyone busy searching for the gold while one 
of us set it up.  Shit !  We'd need a big boat and...Oh !  Fuck !  A lot of 
shit to do before the sail date.

    I told the "chief" that it would be better if just the three of us knew 
where the gold was buried.  He agreed and when we arrived at the general store 
the party started.  The three of us remained subdued for most of the evening.  
I left early with Dee Dee, got tremendously stoned and passed out after 
fucking her brains out.

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

    Before I went to Manila with the "chief" and his oldest son, I sent 
another message to my mother...

    ...I was born in the states but they were married in Europe, after the 
war...The big one - WWII...Another mystery ?  Dad was always talking about the 
first years of their marriage before I showed up.  They had a dog.  His name 
was Jocko.

    My message was a simple one,  "...Oh !  And mom...Make sure to tell dad, 
Jocko is still alive."  He'd need some help so I littered a number of Jocko 
posts in various news groups...The messages were all touting PGP.  I also 
created "Jocko" and placed his public key in all the usual places...

    ...The three of us stayed at the "chief's" brother's place - a real dump.  
I decided there would be no fancy shit...In fact, the scummier the better.  
There is nothing pretty about a round eye who can't make it out here...I mean 
even a tech with twenty-five could make it out here and live like a king...And 
if he had his shit together, who knows ?  Let's face facts here...These are 
the people who heisted the brand, spanking new Clark Air Base fire truck right 
off base.  Here one moment, gone the next...Then bartered with the air force 
before they traded it back.

    I've always felt, though, that the P.I. was just the warm up for the real 
thing.  Kind of european, in a way...Strong latin roots...Strong church.  Now, 
mix that with just a dollop of oriental mystique...Like I said, just a warm 
up.  The real players were beyond it's borders but close.

    I was booked for tomorrow.  Coach to Hanoi, The People's Republic of 
Vietnam or whatever they called themselves today ?  I really wasn't sure.  
This was Dale's idea.  He said they'd be the hungriest.  Dale would have to 
handle the technical details as I didn't know shit about weapons but we both 
agreed that I'd do the initial negotiation.  I was going by way of Thailand 
and enroute somewhere I was going to become somebody else for a couple of 
days.  I had several aliases and usually traveled with ease...At least as much 
as you can afford to be at ease when you're among strangers.....

    .....Two days later I was in Hanoi, talking with the minister of some 
such.  The gold had been the come on.  I could bring a lot of hard capital 
into their country, no strings attached.  I kind of figured they'd go for it.  
We seem to be bombing just about everybody now a days and it started with 
these brave people.  Maybe, a little misguided but the kernel that started it 
all grew out of nationalism...Unfortunately it was communist inspired.

    He was about my age but not as well preserved.  Good english...I figured 
he fought the war for...Well, fuck !  Since his birth.  What a turn on !?  At 
war, your whole life time, damn near.

    Shit !  What am I saying ?!  What a bummer !  They had to fuck with the 
chinese right after us.  I can remember everyone cheering for the NVA to kick 
their butts.

    Anyway, I'd been met at the airport by an official government car and 
whisked right to this guy's office.  No customs...Especially no U.S. 
involvement...No shit...That was the deal.  This gentleman, if he chose to, 
could search my luggage.  He hadn't asked to yet and that was a very good 
sign.  They were taking our offer seriously...Ten million or so in gold is not 
chicken feed to these people.  I felt confident as I sat and the minister's 
aide went for tea.

    "Major William Buffalo Tamarack, United States Air Force, retired.  A 
rough count...one hundred and ninety-six phantom sorties flown during the war 
years.  Just missed that magic two hundred mark.  An exclusive club there."  
He stopped and stared me in the eyes.  The folder was open in front of him.  
"Back to the states for a bit and then various assignments through out the 
Pacific.  You like our part of the world...I would think you'd have spent more 
time in Europe with people of your own heritage ?"

    Fuck ! The guy was right on...A rough count my ass.  Now he was talking 
about the air war.  The tea came.  "I flew over sixteen hundred sorties during 
the war.  All of our sorties were combat, even the training.  I have credit 
for one of your thuds.  And I think one time I fought in a battle with your 
ace, Steve Richie."  It all rushed out, like it was rehearsed.

    I remained quiet, knowing that this was just a courtesy.  It built my 
confidence.  He came right at me when he continued.  "Some in our government 
think this is a scam, a hoax...Not to be taken seriously.  The amount you're 
talking about is hardly worth our effort.  They demand to know where the gold 
came from !"

    For the first time, I moved.  I shook my head back and forth.  The first 
hurdle.  He looked at the wall above my head.  I stared into his eyes.  He 
knew I was staring but never met my eyes.  I could feel him tense up.

    "The tea is very good but I didn't travel all this distance to talk about 
our illustrious war records.  Some of our leaders back then were carrying 
awfully big chips on their shoulders.  On the other hand, we were both 
soldiers who conducted ourselves with honor, served our countries, obeyed 
orders.  I congratulate you on meeting me yourself and giving the proposal an 
honest trial...Without party bosses and politicians getting all the emotions 
raised and then the opportunity slips away."

    I paused and just stared into his eyes.  He was calmer.  "I came to talk 
about a deal we might be able to make which will place a lot of capital in 
your hands and all of it is in gold bars.  You'd net two point five 
million...minimum.  You would be right to think that there is much 
more...About five times that we think, because...Well, we really haven't 
counted it all yet and won't until we have a deal with someone.  You know 
we'll be able to pull it off because you can't afford the resources to follow 
one stoned ex-military fuck who was an enemy of your country...Shit !  Over 
thirty years ago.  This costs you little and makes you some hard currency."

    He was now staring right in my eyes but didn't say a word so I continued.

    "Part of the deal is for you to front us some weapons, light arms...seven 
point six two shit...Maybe some fifty-one cal...That kind of shit.  That's all 
it costs you.  A month or so later, we sail into Hiaphong with a boat laden 
with millions in gold bullion."  I paused.  "Right after I get confirmation 
that say, ninety percent of the amount is deposited to a certain account in 
U.S. dollars."

    He laughed very loudly and said we were bank robbers.  I countered that we 
were more like air pirates.  He laughed and slipped in fifty percent.  My turn 
to laugh.  We ended up right where Dale thought we'd end up - twenty-five 
percent.  We shook on it and in came the rice wine.  I hadn't even showed him 
the gold bar in my bag.

    The aide was pouring and he was talking on the phone.  I could tell he was 
arguing with someone.  I could sense the ol' "My superiors will only agree..." 
with this or that or whatever.  I shoed the aide away and pulled the gold bar 
out of my bag.  I slowly pushed it across the desk until he noticed it.  He 
was respectful but firm and told the someone that they had better get their 
ass down stairs right away.

    The rice wine was very potent so I took very small sips.  Kind of like 
sake and tequila...Got to pace yourself...The years in Japan and trips to 
Mexico paid off.  The next guy was almost breathing hard when he burst into 
the office.  My friend made introductions and we had more wine.  The aide sat 
and took notes.  The gold bar just disappeared.

    I got everything I wanted and told them that I'd be sending out our 
technical representative to select the weapons.  We wanted them shipped to the 
Marianas Islands...Via the P.I.  There'd be a little hesitation there...Not 
much but enough.

    The minister of whatever...The guy I'd been negotiating with, turned out 
to be a general and insisted we view some of the weapons tomorrow.  He would 
conduct the tour himself.  I was gracious.  It was a deal...These people 
weren't going to fuck us.  Plus, it would give me an evening in Hanoi.  He 
believed I knew several people who had visited here before.

    I initially thought that maybe, this was a dig or a threat but then the 
other guy raised his glass and said something I had no way of understanding.  
I raised my glass and replied, "Hear !  Hear !"  It's funny, the aide told me 
later that the comrade minister's toast was very similar to our, "To those who 
didn't make it home."

    There were three of them sitting in the bar at the hotel.  No shit !  It 
was named the Hanoi Hilton and quite impressive.  Somebody up here had a good 
sense of humor...

    Everyone openly stared at me, where ever I went.  My general friend told 
me to feel totally free.  I was a guest in their country.  They never checked 
my bag so I got righteously stoned walking about in some war memorial.  Then I 
started finding airplane pieces.  Wow !  This was fucking heavy !

    I was already seated when the general strode into the bar and just about 
threatened the bar tender with death if he didn't get us drinks immediately.  
I told him to go easy.  I was in orbit.

    The women were a mix and had to be a set up but then I've never been real 
shy about my love of the opposite sex.  One of them was darling, about my age, 
and looked familiar.  No !  It couldn't be...Could it ?

    "To women...Can't live with them...Can't live without them."  His colloquial 
expressions were a little behind the times but I don't imagine he has much use 
for them most of the time.

    "The one in the green barely remembers you.  I think she took care of your 
room a couple of times when you were down South.  You know if the fucking 
russians had given us better equipment we would have given you a better 
fight."

    "Who cares ?"  He didn't answer me...But made the same toast his superior 
did in his office.  I followed with a couple of ours and then tried to talk 
him into going for a walk.  He was quite drunk by then but so was I.  The sun 
was going down and it was quite beautiful although the decorator here could 
use a few tips.

    "No...Willy..."  It was the first time he used my first name.  "My wife 
would not understand.  I'm not a warrior anymore and that shit..."  He nodded 
over toward the women.  "...is for warriors."  I laughed...Each of the ladies 
was approaching forty...And like him, not very well preserved either...Life in 
'Nam was harder than in the land of the free and home of the brave.

    I was crying...Ordered another round but left before it arrived.  I waved 
to all three of the ladies and off we went.  The general and the bar tender 
remained in the bar.

    I told them I wanted to go to all the places that were forbidden.  They 
all laughed and the cabbie headed off who knows where ?  I surely didn't.  
Feeling I was just given a key to the city, I torched up a fat joint and 
started encouraging the women to smoke with me.  I told the cabbie I wanted 
him all night and he'd get the other half of the hundred I gave him.  I found 
the place a little after two a.m.

    The opium was smooth and old memories floated around the periphery of my 
consciousness.  The four of us ended up back in my room and romped around 
naked for a while but it was mostly old people trying to pretend they were 
young again.

    The next morning, while taking a look at the weapons, I asked the general 
if I could spend a few days down in Ho Chi Minh City.  He thought a long while 
about my hair brained request.  I was sure he knew I had no earthly reason to 
remain in-country any longer but for some reason granted my request.  I knew 
I'd have a better time in Saigon...It'd always be Saigon to me.

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

    I flew down...No shit !  In the back seat of a Mig-23.  Oh !  Fuck !  It 
was tits !  The general was my pilot and "fucking A" let me fly it right from 
gear retraction.  Two Mig-21s, out of some place I've never heard of, jumped 
us just South of the old DMZ.  They should have come out of the blue sky...Not 
the build-ups below us.  You're right...I was extremely lucky.  Better lucky 
than good any time.

    The general was not taken by surprise and laughed as they eventually ran 
me out of energy and gunned my brains out.  I was out of my mind and dripping 
sweat !  The mother fucker let me take it down initial at Bien Hoa and pitch 
out and...Wow !  Let me fly the final turn and said the landing would have 
been acceptable but he took it about a second from touch down.  Fuck !  If I 
could still ejaculate, I would have creamed my jeans and the "g" suit, he 
insisted I put on just before climbing up the ladder !

    I was met by a chauffeured driven limo...No shit !  First class !

    "No one in this country except politburo members or fools would dare 
interfere with this limousine.  Fortunately for you they are all up North 
tonight; the politburo members, that is.  Your deal has become very attractive 
to many of our younger members...The 'up and comers,' in your vernacular.  This 
is our way of thanking you.  Saigon, as you fucking yankee air pirates called 
it, is still a rather uneducated place.  They do not have the same values as 
those of us in the North...Major Tamarack, I hope you enjoy the key to our 
pearl."  He embraced me and quickly turned to climb back up the ladder after 
promising that my technical representative would receive the same red carpet 
treatment.  I waved as he roared away...

    "Magic Fingers !"  I was packing a pipe.  Always come prepared is my 
motto.  I planned on testing out this "key to the city" shit out right away.

    Well, I wouldn't flaunt it but I was hoping...I was getting high just 
packing the pipe, thinking back on the flight.  I'd been stoned as shit when I 
arrived at the airport, thinking it'd be a transport type thing.  Wow !  What 
a fucking trip !

    The driver kept saying, "Magic Fingers ?  What are you talking about ?"  
His english was excellent.  I'm sure he was an intelligence agent...Well, it 
was fun to think he was ?!  Just the fact that he kept repeating it made me 
feel he knew exactly where I was talking about.  I'd only told him once.  I 
kept filling the pipe.  I left my gym bag in the back and hopped into the 
front seat.  He looked surprised.

    "I'm Willy and you're going to be one unhappy Jose if you think you're 
going to keep up with me without sharing a little of this pipe with me.  This, 
my son, will take us to the moon and stars and I imagine that's not an often 
experienced feeling around here.  You're going to remember this night as long 
as you live."  I torched up the pipe and squeaked out.  "Bien Hoa City...On 
the double...We've no time to spare...I'm going to turn back the clock in 
Saigon tonight !"

    It was almost immediate.  "Ho Chi Minh City  and I'm Nuyen...I've heard 
people in your country make fun of my name...Is that true ?"

    "Sure is, Nuyen.  In fact, I'm probably a chief offender."  I took another 
hit off the pipe and held it out to him.  "Have you ever made such a 
characterization about...Say, a chinese or maybe, a cambodian ?"

    He reached out and took the pipe.  "How do I do this ?"

    This was going to work out fine !  Why are we always held to higher 
standards than the rest of the scum ?

    First stop, an electronics store.  I bought the biggest, loudest stereo I 
could find.  It was a shopping area with a lots of little shops.  Kind of like 
the U.S.A. was when I was a kid...Or maybe I was lucky and grew up in a place 
like this.  But this was it for most of them.  Just this place...Good ol' 
uncle sam offered you so much more...Not a bad fucking place...The United 
States.

    Well, let me tell you, the limo attracted a crowd.  And so, it was more 
like a boom box with detachable speakers.  For an extra amount I got some more 
batteries...Always remember the six "Ps" !

    I asked the store owner to set it up in the back seat...Kind of 
permanent...I'd need the rest of the room for the party I was going to have in 
the limo.  About three vietnamese were in the back wedging it above the back 
seat and using adhesive to strap the speakers over the ends of the rear seat.

    Next the pillows...A little harder but after paying for the stereo with a 
hundred dollar bill, I had quite a bit of help.  There were several candidates 
in the crowd but this was too far out in the sticks.  I'd wait for the big 
city.

    We drove away after I purchased some western music.  Now, this was pure 
black market shit.  I gave the guy the names of some bands...The Beach Boys, 
for sure !  Well, I was disappointed as all they had was eighties and nineties 
shit.  I told him I wanted to pick and came back with a real shitty copy of 
some Pearl Jam live concert...And even some Hootie and the Blowfish...Wow !  
Does that take me back...To the very beginning !?

    When I got the limo in sight, Nuyen was being mobbed.  I imagined everyone 
wanted to know who the round eye was.  I hope he was putting in a good word 
for me.  Good news always travels fast in this part of the world.

    Off we went and I immediately torched up the pipe again and explained the 
plan...

    ...We were both out of our minds, driving right down the middle of this 
crowded street in Saigon with Pearl Jam blaring from the back seat.  I was 
waving at every pretty young thing I could find.  I laughed my ass off when 
the first official approached the limo with his hand out.  No shit !  He was 
about my age...Probably older.  I yelled for Nuyen to stop the limo, jumped 
out and embraced him.  People came out of the shops.  A crowd formed.  I was 
really out there.  He tried to melt into the crowd, he was so embarrassed.

    We had three of them...All gorgeous...All were mixed...Probably close to 
thirty years younger than I.  Champagne all around.  I insisted Nuyen hire a 
driver.  Three was much too much for an old man.  He was laughing his ass off 
by then, holding a champagne bottle by the neck and drinking right out of the 
bottle.....

    .....We were parked out by Vung Tau.  I'm sure the driver was another 
agent as he showed up a little too quickly.  I could hear the surf and had him 
drive right down to the edge of the pavement.  I got out and wandered around 
for a while.  There was only one I wanted to be with and I was sure Nuyen and 
his buddy would have a great time with the other two.  The old club had been 
turned into something else.  I had no idea.

    Mai was quite drunk and just a little stoned.  She didn't like to smoke.  
Just one hit but it threw her head back and she exhaled almost immediately.  
Her eyes were crossed and I started laughing.  I told her I loved her.  She 
laughed.  Then I kissed her.  She backed away from me and fell in the sand.  I 
started laughing again.  She righted herself and I kissed her again.  She 
didn't pull away and my tongue was in her mouth.

    I was happy with my choice.  We stopped kissing and I laid back on the 
sand.  She laid down with me and we slept for a while.  Before I knew it, the 
dawn was upon us.  Coming from the East it made me feel I was surfing in the 
late afternoon back home.

    Oh !  I only did it once...When I was stuck at Bien Hoa with battle 
damage.  I didn't bring trunks...The six "Ps" again.

    I stripped and waded out into the China Sea.  It was warm and there was a 
descent swell...Ok !  Not that great...In fact it was blown out shit...On 
shore, too.  I body surfed for a bit and noticed my companion was up.  I waved 
to her.  She didn't budge so I headed for shore.  She averted here eyes when 
she saw I was naked but didn't resist when I lifted her and began to remove 
her clothes.

    She was just stupendous !  Nice high, firm breasts...About a handful with 
real tiny areolae.  Her nipples were no bigger than pencil erasures and hard 
as rock.  Her very skinny waist thickened to very nice hips, her mound covered 
with fleecy dark hair.  My cock was rising and I knew we'd have to body surf 
later.

    I lay on my back in the sand and motioned her over me.  I guided her by 
her thighs but she was hesitant to spread her legs above my face.  Nibbling on 
her ankles and then her calves...I was at the knee when she squatted...The 
rest was in the bag.  I lapped at her nectar for an awful long time, my hardon 
wilting to a noodle but I kept licking.  Her cunt was practically hairless, 
her anus was and more than once I reamed my tongue into it.

    She was totally quiet but was leaning back on her arms and grinding her 
sloppy, wet crotch all over my face.  She screamed a little when I twisted my 
finger into her behind and then her weight was on my chest and I drove her out 
of this world.  She was insane, making all kinds of noise and my cock was now 
hard as rock.

    She was like a rag doll almost until I got some meat into her.  Her eyes 
focused on mine and then she rose up and impaled herself on my cock.  She had 
her hands in mine and was pumping her cunt up and down my cock like a gymnast 
doing some floor exercise.

    I just lay back and provided support as she pumped her nearly hairless 
cunt up and down my dick.  I was approaching blast off.  It was getting 
lighter and the sky behind her was a magenta.  I actually thought there were 
stars orbiting around her head.  I spasamed and jerked around below her until 
it was pointless.  She was sweaty when she laid on my chest.  I was exhausted.

    It was noon before we left.  I insisted that everyone go nude body surfing 
for a while.  Yea !  Everyone got personal lessons from master surfer 
Tamarack.  Well, I didn't get quite as close to the boys as I did the girls.

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

    After relating my experiences, Dale was stoked out of his mind and left
the following morning for Vietnam.  The village continued looking for the 
gold...A bee hive of activity.  I busied myself, thinking a bit ahead of the 
present game.  As popular as we were now, I could see the day when it would be 
better if we were some place else...Plus, I sure would like to get back and 
see my dad...And then, there was the business of Las Vegas !?

    As soon as Dale got back, we started cooking up a deal for a boat.  It 
took about three weeks of haggling and cut outs and all kinds of other 
bullshit but we finally hired a boat.  We were sailing the day the arms 
arrived.  The chief was honchoing at the village and Dale was in charge of the 
boat.

    There were six of us when we left for Longpo; two of the chief's sons and 
two other young men from the village.  After several days of milling about, we 
all watched the arms transfer from the dock.  Our boat had some spanish 
sounding name...I can't remember.

    We set out to sea as soon as the arms were loaded.  Once clear of the 
harbor, Dale broke open the boxes.  I freaked out when I saw the missiles - 
SA-8s or 9s !  Fuck !  Whose idea was this ?  Dale didn't have a clue either !  
We found the envelope when Dale cracked open some of the ammo.  It was from 
our general buddy, telling us that the missiles might just come in handy.  The 
Far East was a dangerous place, he said.

    Dale took him to heart and had us working with the weapons as we tooled on 
up the coast.  Four of us would remain on the boat at all times during the 
loading operation.  The remainder would help the shore party.  The captain 
wasn't real hot about the weapons but relented a bit after Dale explained our 
incentive plan.

    I feared loading was going to take a little longer than a century as the 
village only had five boats worth a shit !  But the chief was way more 
prepared than I thought he would be.

    The villagers were all ready to go when we cruised around the point.  
Their boats were already anchored out beyond the surf line.  Closer inspection 
revealed four or five rafts that looked like they were washed up on shore.  
One of the chief's sons had figured we'd get the gold out through the surf 
like Dale and I did when we went surfing.

    The captain stayed with the boat but we sequestered the rest of the crew 
in the village.  Dale insisted we load at night.  Now, I thought this was 
total insanity but the village elder agreed with him and that's what we did.

    The women and children would toss a whole bunch of bricks over the cliff.  
The men would load up a couple of rafts with the bricks and out through the 
surf a couple of guys would go with one of the rafts.  It took us over a week 
and we were way off on the count.  It was almost triple what we thought.  My 
mind could hardly fathom the amount...Our share alone would be over two and a 
half million !!  A piece !!  I was afraid the Vietnamese wouldn't be able to 
cover the bet.

    I spent the last night onboard the boat with Dee Dee as the party raged on 
shore.  We could see the camp fires from the boat.  I think she sensed I'd be 
leaving soon as she was clinging to me.  Dale insisted we leave as soon as it 
was dark the following evening and had plotted out a course that looked like 
what the Nimitz and her battle group would use to try to foil soviet technical 
means.

    The next day, I returned to shore and made a last check of e-mail for a 
while.  Dale said I should rig up something so we could shoot at the satellites 
but it'd take weeks to get all the hardware.  We only had standard ship to 
shore shit but the boat did have a G.P.S.  Wow !  Was that a freak out !  I'd 
been before that time in the air force and here this filipino boat captain has 
one and I suppose he uses it ?

    I had one piece of e-mail in my "Jocko" account that was encrypted...The 
rest was spam.  My hands were shaking as it was from Mortimore...My dad's 
middle name.  I think that's why he let mom name me "Buffalo;" to get back at 
his parents for his middle name.

    He went on and on about how neat technology was.  You could keep up with 
everyone, even if they were on the move.  What they could have done with that 
way back when ?  He laid out his schedule in Zulu...Said he'd be standing by, 
waiting during those times.  It took me the rest of the afternoon to lay it 
all out, encrypt it and send it.  I waited.  The reply was almost immediate.  
"Msg rec. luck. mortimore."  I was laughing as I headed back to the boat.

    We boarded at sunset and then waited.  By midnight we were out of sight of 
land.  Dale had it all planned out and at day break he briefed the crew.  He 
had me round up the four of them and bring them to the wheel house.  The 
captain was already there, obviously.

    Dale announced that there was a going to be a special bonus for this 
trip...hazardous duty pay.  One gold bar a piece.  He threw one on the table 
he was using for his notes.  The four of them had eyes as big as saucers, 
especially the cook.  The captain was getting a lot more but made a big show 
of insisting the crew share some of the spoils.  Dale and I were way ahead of 
him.

    The trip was boring, except for the silly little exercises Dale had cooked 
up for all of us.  Jesus !  We hardly had time to get stoned...This screechy 
little whistle of his echoing through out the ship...All of us running to 
battle stations.  I was in charge of the missiles as if any fucking airplane 
was going to attack us.  It'd be a boat and these fuckers would be worthless.

    But Dale insisted I know how to use them.  Fuck !  The instructions were 
in russian.  I didn't have a clue but Dale was confident that I'd be familiar 
enough with them to use them...So I spent a lot of time carrying one 
around...Come on now, these were made for grunts.  I was a pilot and obviously 
much superior in intellect than mere grunts !?

    I spent a lot of time stoned...On night watch...And the memories flooded 
back...I missed america...the United States...Mexico...God !  I had some good 
times down there...I was sixteen, seventeen...I can't remember ?  We were 
going down for a week...Never made it.  Some friend of mine had a V.W. camper.  
Slept two but the bed sucked...Even for fucking.  We started out.....

    "Come on, Willy !  Who gave you these directions ?"

    "Ah, just some guys who were passing through as they worked their way up 
the coast.  I was telling them about some places up North where I used to surf 
in the winter...Some of the hard to get to places...Some of them are better 
than P.V."

    "Oh !  Come on, now...It's hard to beat P.V. in the winter..."

    I cut him off with, "Brian...It's better up north.  P.V. takes just one 
particular storm.  Up there it's just natural like the south swell is to the 
South Bay."

    "Well...Fuck this surfing talk.  I can hardly wait for the Rendezvous 
tonight.  Wow !  The fucking stories I've heard...thousands of surf bunnies 
packed into the fucking place....."

    .....It was still light when we entered the ball room.  Fuck !  It was 
packed.  Hundreds of sweaty kids, half on the dance floor dancing to the 
Chantels or somebody like that.  Most of the rest...As usual...Sat around, 
segregated...Very few mixed groups, except for the dancing.  The crowd was a 
little older than we were but we were game...Hot surfers from Palos 
Verdes...Shit !  Half the guys, we talked to, never heard of the place.

    I was staring at her from about twenty feet away, just walking around the 
periphery of the dance floor.  She was talking with about three or four other 
girls.  She caught me staring and I surprised myself, locked right into her 
eyes and turned toward her.  I made it almost like cotillion.  I bowed at the 
waist and in a booming voice bellowed out.  "May I have this dance, miss ?"  
Her friends started cracking up and even some people around us were laughing.

    I remained bowed, waiting for her reply.  None came, so I stood up.  She 
was damn near my height.  I was fully grown at six foot-one about a hundred 
and sixty-five pounds.  My football coach told me I'd have to come back in the 
Fall at one seventy-five or better to start varsity.

    Anyway, she had blonde hair, short, cheek level, blue eyes...Not much bust 
and I was real spoiled with that back home with Connie...A lot of other shit, 
too !  I was no where near a virgin !  She was a big girl but cute as all get 
out...A local ! I was sure.

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

    "Well, I guess so ?"  She sounded less than enthusiastic about the 
invitation.  We were out on the dance floor and I was doing my usual hopping 
around.  I couldn't dance worth a shit.  A slow one finally arrived and for 
just a second I thought she was going to split on me.

    "You live around here ?"  She just nodded her head.  We kept dancing.  We 
were hardly touching.

    Just prior to the song ending, it came.  "You here for the Summer ?"  An 
opening and I dove in.  This could be an all week thing and you never knew 
what you could do in a week.  She was at least a senior if not a freshman in 
college.  Fuck !  I'd just got my driver's license six months or so ago.

    "No...My buddy and I are working our way down the coast to a secret surf 
spot surrounded by a marine base...We'll have to sneak in and out and if we 
get caught, we'll probably spend the rest of our lives in the brig."  She 
started laughing.  I sped ahead.  "If you and one of your friends would care 
to accompany my friend and I, you're quite welcome."

    I had no fucking idea what Brian was up to ?  She came back with something 
cute, like: "Just get your boards this Summer ?"  I felt myself flush.  I'd 
been surfing over ten years...Since I was five, if you counted air mattress 
shit.  My uncle started me board surfing when I was seven...this was my tenth 
Summer and except for football most afternoons, after school, would find me in 
the water.  But this young lady didn't know that.

    All the guys here were dressed the same...Jeans...rolled up cuffs, just a 
bit.  Blue tennies, blue nylon wind breakers, pendleton shirts, penney's "Ts" 
with hair a little longer than fashionable.  My football coach was always 
giving me shit at the end of the Summer about getting it cut.  She had no way 
of telling the real from the phony...Now, I wasn't anything to write home 
about in the water but I didn't spend much time on the beach regardless of the 
conditions or the size.  I'd surfed just about every spot from well North of
Santa Barbara to the hill and that was a lot of area to cover back then.

    As we were walking back toward her friends, she asked where we were 
staying ?  Lots of kids came down here during the Summer and stayed with 
friends or rented a place and tore it up for a week before getting kicked out.

    I told her we were sleeping in a van.  She mentioned that Corona del Mar 
was a better place to stay...Right on the beach and they had a bathroom with a 
shower.  There wasn't much here on the peninsula except down by the pier and 
the cops were pretty heavy there.  Corona del Mar would be better.

    I thanked her and we parted.  We didn't even exchange names.  The info she 
gave me was good shit though and we spent the night in the parking lot at 
Corona del Mar.  Today, they'd never let you do that but this was eons ago.

    Corona del Mar's surf left a lot...Well, it was shitty and crowded.  Old 
timers always said it was better before they dredged the channel out of 
Newport Harbor and Balboa Bay.  But that was years ago.  My uncle told me 
about it.  That was the picture I had, so I was very disappointed.....

    .....We'd stopped surfing a long time ago...It was almost noon when I saw 
her.  I immediately wished I still had my board on the beach but it was locked 
in the van, so hot, the wax was melting off it on to my sleeping bag...An 
occupational hazard back then.  Well, I strode on over anyway and said, "Hi !  
Fancy meeting you here."  She smiled.  I was stoked.

    We spent most of the afternoon with her and her friends.  She wanted to 
know if I was going to be at the Rendezvous again tonight ?  I just nodded, 
saying something cool like.  "Yea !  If we don't get invited to this bitchin' 
party on the island."

    Brian knew some guys but they were way older than we were...Juniors or 
seniors in college, friends of his brother.  The chances of us getting an 
invite were just about zero.  Shit !  Wild horses couldn't keep me away from 
the Rendezvous ballroom.....

    .....It was still bright out.  I was standing around outside the 
Rendezvous.  It didn't open until seven but I didn't want to miss her.  No 
sense in us paying when I was going to whisk her off to this boss party.  I 
couldn't believe Brian's brother's friends came through...Even asked us to 
chip in a couple of bucks for the beer.  I was on cloud nine !

    It was past eight before I picked her out...Getting into line.  I strolled 
down to where she was talking with the two girls from the beach.  She waved.  
I was bubbling up with excitement.  She looked great, wearing a Hawaiian print 
muumuu.  I was stoked !

    Her name was Cynthia and I thought that was a real cool name.  Bonnie and 
Judy were her friends.  They were going to be freshman in college next year.  
I was going to be a junior in high school.  I kept telling myself that I acted 
older than I was...My mom always told me that...Could take care of myself.

    "...thinking, maybe we could split and go to this college party on the 
island ?  I can have you back wherever you need to be...whenever."  She looked 
at her friends.  They were not quite as good looking as Cynthia but no where 
near dogs.  "Oh !  Your friends, too !"

    Off we went toward the ferry.  By the time we got there the party was in 
full swing.  A couple more would go un-noticed.  Now some of the guys we were 
partying with were pretty good surfers.  One of Brian's brother's friends had 
gotten his picture in Surfer Magazine.  Anyway, they all knew us and although 
we were not in their league, they treated us ok because we were kind of cool 
gremmies...Now, neither of us considered ourselves gremmies but we weren't 
that hot either.  There was a lot of talk about forming some surfing 
association and having contests, going pro...That kind of shit.  Getting paid 
to surf...Now, that'll be the day !

    There was music but no dancing...Just a lot of people drinking and smoking 
and bullshitting.  About midnight I took Cynthia outside and we danced in the 
street.  I held her tight and was surprised to feel her squeezing back.  I was 
kissing her for the first time when the cops came around the corner, lights 
flashing on and off like they were making a traffic stop.

    They hassled the older guys a bit about the noise and made some remarks 
about all the beer cans all over the place but left about ten minutes after 
they arrived.  I walked the girls back to their car and rushed back to the 
party.  I was in love again...God !  It was so easy to fall in love back then.  
Ha !  Ha !

    We met them at the beach the next day about noon.  All thoughts of Mexico 
disappearing in the sure scores we were courting.  They had to be easy...They 
were college girls...Almost.  They even brought us sandwiches.  I'm sure that 
was Cynthia's idea ?  We all went swimming together and then I made my pitch.

    "Ok !  Now, hanging out here is cool but I'm positive we could all use a 
little more excitement...An adventure.  I say we leave early tomorrow morning.  
Go dutch treat for breakfast, you guys bring lunch and Brian and I treat for 
dinner...We go looking for this secret surfing spot I heard about...The surf 
around here sucks !"

    Total silence.  I looked around for some support.  Cynthia finally said 
something like, "I'm game...Another day at the beach...Who cares what beach ?"  
I started laughing and then we were planning it.  It took us the rest of the 
afternoon.  I didn't see Cynthia that night.  Instead, Brian and I sat around 
with the old guys, drank beer and talked story.  One of the guys was from 
Hawaii and he was telling the most outrageous stories about the surf back 
home.

    They started smoking hemp late; the smell, heavy and so sweet.  I don't 
think Brian noticed as he was pretty drunk by then.  This skinny hand rolled 
cigarette was being passing around.  I took a turn and then another.  They 
were coaching me on how to do it but I sure didn't feel a thing.  A little 
while later I found myself on my back on the grass out in the front yard, 
gazing up into space at the stars.

    The Hawaiian came out and told me I missed my turn.  It must have been two 
in the morning or so.  He torched up another joint and we took off to the 
heavens with him as my guide.  I could see myself riding Kaisers.  Waikiki.  
Ala Moana.  Maybe, even go up North and try the big stuff ?  I was with a 
friend.  It wasn't quite clear.  It was a sad time...It was still dark when I 
picked myself up off the lawn.  The hawaiian was still up, smoking with a 
couple of guys, I didn't recognize.  He called me little Buffalo...He was big 
Buffalo.  I laughed.  He laughed.  I bought a baggie full of the stuff and hid 
it in my traveling bag.

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

    One of the girls and I were spreading the barbed wire apart.  The other 
two girls were holding the brush aside.  We'd found the cut wire...A tight 
squeeze.  We'd been on the road since five...I was really stoked when we found 
all three of the girls waiting on the street corner right on time and ready to 
go !

    Some of us slept on the way down...It took us a while to find the repaired 
wire but it was a cinch to open up and now we were all back in the van and 
slowly making our way along the path.  It looked years old and was really 
rutted.  We went though some more brush and then up a little rise.  There it 
was...The Pacific...Opening up as far as we could see both to the right and 
left.  Waves were breaking all over the place and not another surfer was in 
sight.  I was very excited !

    We parked on the rise and Brian and I were on our way, scampering down to 
the shore line.  We surfed for what seemed like hours and then had this big 
lunch the girls brought...Surfed some more in the afternoon, even though it 
was blown out and then ate hot dogs and potato chips for dinner.  I necked 
with Cynthia all the way home in the back while the three of them sat up 
front.

    While saying good-bye at her front door, she casually mentioned that her 
parents were going to Palm Springs for a couple of days starting tomorrow.  My 
brain exploded with ideas but it was late and I was tapped out.  We went back 
to the island and parked a ways down from the house.  The party was blasting.  
This time there were some couples dancing.  The Hawaiian rushed across the 
room and told me the surf had been great this afternoon.  Where was I ?

    I just smiled.  I knew it had been great...A little blown out but waist 
high and getting bigger.  Tomorrow morning would be the best and then I was 
going to talk'em all into spending the night at the secret spot.  We named it 
S.O. Ten.  I was stoked and took off into lower earth orbit after just a 
couple of drags on the magic cigarette.  I slept on the grass again and even 
rolled my own very crude joint, hitting on it some more before falling asleep.

    The older guys talked us into going up to Huntington Pier with them the 
next morning.  It was a kick but very crowded.  A little too much crowd for 
the size, shoulder high and very thick.

    On the way back to Balboa I talked Brian into spending the night at the 
secret spot.  We'd get the early evening glass off and the early morning glass 
all to ourselves.  "...of course, we'll ask the girls !  You think I want to 
spend the night snuggling with you ?"  Brian was as stoked as I was !

    We were like two corks in the sea as we drove to Corona del Mar...Almost 
bobbing over the hot sand.  Babbling like complete idiots.  Cynthia could 
invite Bonnie and Judy to spend the night and then we'd all head down to the 
secret spot and get drunk and surf and eat...And everything.

    The girls held a conference and then it was bedlam.  We'd need more food 
and some more coolers.  We could put the boards on the roof.  Someone had some 
racks.  The girls were bringing sleeping bags.  We pushed off a little after 
three and rolled to a stop on the bluff, over looking the Pacific, a little 
after five-thirty.

    I was watching the bee hive of activity on the bluff.  The wind was almost 
calm and the glass was coming back.  The girls insisted we surf and who was I 
to object to that ?  I was scratching for a wave...Up and sliding right.  The 
wave was shoulder high and just perfect, walling up in front of me.  I was 
inching toward getting five and then tasting sea water.  A little too much 
weight on the nose.  My board washed up on shore.

    Cynthia and her friends were drinking beer down by the high tide mark.  I 
pulled her up and dragged her toward the ocean.  She was squealing like a pig.  
I was laughing like an idiot.  We were about knee deep when she turned my face 
and kissed me.  That stopped all thoughts of pulling her into the ocean.  I 
was kissing back and had a hand on each of her butt cheeks.  I was getting 
hard in my trunks.  We were still kissing.....

    .....The sun was close to setting.  The two of us were sitting up on the 
dry sand watching the sky change colors.  I got up and rushed back to the van.  
In less than a minute I was back with my bag.  Just a grocery bag...A couple 
of pairs of underwear, extra set of trunks and several "T" shirts...Oh !  Yea, 
a tooth brush and some tooth paste.  The baggie of dope was wrapped up in a 
pair of boxer shorts.

    "What the hell is that, Willy ?"  She shrieked.  "Is that marijuana ?"  I 
looked over at her as I attempted to roll a joint.  There was hemp all over my 
lap.  I'd never heard it called marijuana...The Hawaiian called it hemp...The 
best fucking plant in the world !

    "Shit !  I don't know, Cynthia...But it's magic...No shit !  Cynthia !  
Fucking magic !"  I toked up the joint and passed it to her.  She took a 
tentative hit and when it was her turn again, I was a cheerleader.  "Go !  
Cynthia !  Go !  Cynthia !"

    I was in outer space, looking down on the earth.  The sounds from the camp 
were drifting down to us every once and a while.  Somebody yelled, "Hey !  You 
two love birds going to eat ?"  They all laughed.  I got to my feet and helped 
her up.

    "What are you supposed to feel like, Willy ?"

    I turned her to face me, our faces were not very far apart.  "Like 
something inside of you is has just broken out and you see things and hear 
things that you never did before...Feel things, too !  Like you're a part of 
something bigger and trying to break out of it but it's so big you don't think 
you'll ever do it...But most of all you feel warm...At ease...A part of that 
something bigger...Safe.  Things slow down and you can really break them apart 
and look at them.  It makes you love everything."

    We kissed for a long time and I put a hand on her breasts for the first 
time, now it was through her "T" shirt and bathing suit top but all the same 
it was tit...Bigger than my hand...Real wide.  I could feel her nipples get 
hard and I was growing down the leg of my trunks.

    "Now, let's go convince our friends to join us."  We walked hand in hand 
to the camp fire.  One of the girls, Judy, I think, looked at my crotch and 
then turned away.  No shit !  I had a boner in my trunks.

    I crouched by the fire and motioned them all around.  It took me about 
five minutes.  I rolled as I talked, confident that they'd all join us.  
Cynthia was facing the darkening ocean and just staring at it.  Soon I had two 
joints making their way around the circle.

    We were well into the third joint.  Several different conversations were 
going...I don't think any of them made any sense.  Cooking the hamburgers was 
anarchy...Five stoned teenagers bumping into each other as they all tried to 
do something different at the same time...Too many cooks spoiling the broth.  
We ate like pigs and devoured all the food we brought.

    After dinner...We didn't clean up shit !  What fucking pigs we were !  I 
rolled a couple of more joints and then picked up my sleeping bag in one hand 
and Cynthia with the other and headed down the beach.  "...To get a better 
view of the stars."

    Brian said something about the "submarine races."  The other two laughed.  
The sound of their voices disappeared behind us and it got quiet...Only the 
surf.  About a half moon was coming up behind us as we sat watching the waves 
break.  The sleeping bag was spread out and we were both leaning back on our 
elbows, feet out in front of us.

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

    I knew we were going to share something that not a lot of people ever 
experienced.  I don't know how I knew...I just knew...Like I knew Connie and I 
were going to make love to each other...It just happens...If the circumstances 
are right...Maybe, like the planets being aligned or the moon and stars or the 
moon and the tides.  Shit !  I don't know ?

    She was draped over me and we were exploring each other's mouths.  My hand 
was under her sweat shirt and I was rubbing my hand all over her bare back, 
even under her bra strap.  When her hand worked it's way under my "T" shirt, I 
started working the sweat shirt up over her head.  She moved away from me...On 
her arms, like she was doing a push-up, helping me pull it off over her head.  
The bra came next and I was staring at her tits.  Like I said earlier, real 
wide...And where Connie's were big, they pushed out from her chest.  Cynthia's 
were probably just as big, it's just that they were real big around and didn't 
push that much away from her chest.

    Her areolae were about the size of mine and since Connie had huge ones I 
was a little freaked out.  Her nipples were pointing out of her light brown 
areolae like pencil erasures.  I sucked one into my mouth and I know I heard 
her suck in her breath.  I pulled her down on to me and rolled over.  I was 
now draped over her and my face was roaming around her breasts.  Her arms were 
around me, pulling my "T" shirt off and I was getting a reltne in my trunks.

    I slowly kissed my way up her rib cage as I stretched out her arm above 
her head.  I licked her underarm and no shit !  She actually moaned.  My cock 
hurt, I was so hard.  Her under arm was covered with stubble, like she didn't 
expect to share intimacies.  I was nibbling on her neck as my hand ran down 
her stomach.  I just know she sucked in her waist because I slid right down 
into her cut-offs and was feeling nothing but panty.

    It felt like she had a lot of hair and the crotch of her panties were 
definitely damp.  I was squeezing her plump cunt lips between two fingers and 
grinding my hardon against her hip.  When her hand grabbed my dick, it was my 
turn to moan.  She giggled.  I moaned a lot louder than she did.  We were both 
trying to get each other's hand's into each other's pants and it was almost 
like ballet.

    I finally rolled away from her and pulled my trunks down.  I looked back 
at the camp fire.  It was hardly visible in the distance, probably just coals.  
I didn't think the other three would bother us but you never knew with 
teenagers.

    I turned back to Cynthia.  "I think this would be a lot easier and a lot 
more fun."  I came at her and kissed her deeply.  Her hand went right to my 
dick and my mouth started down her neck.  I was just about kneeling over her, 
my tongue buried in her belly button with my hands pulling her shorts down.  I 
made sure her panties came down with the shorts and now we were both naked.

    I started at her right knee and worked my way up her thigh.  Then the 
left.  Her "V" was covered with a carpet of thick curls just a shade darker 
than the hair on her head.  I planned on licking all around it but didn't have 
the self control.  My face was in her curls, my tongue digging into the cleft 
of her pussy.  Her legs remained closed but that didn't deter me.  My mouth 
started making trips from her breasts to her mouth, to her belly button, to 
her hair pie...Round and around I went until she stopped me.  My dick was 
still hard as rock, grinding against her stomach.

    When she spread her legs, I took it as an invitation.  She was passing the 
cake and I was definitely going to take a piece.  A couple, if I could ?  I 
was poking my dick against the matt of hair covering her vagina and getting no 
where.  I finally slid to my knees between her legs and buried my face in her 
loins.  The moan was almost a yelp, my tongue was already painting her flesh.  
She was more than damp and as soon as I had some hair cleared away was slick 
and lubricated.

    My dick slid right in and her legs immediately came up around me.  I was 
moving in her and her eyes were closed.  Her hands snaked up my arms and she 
was pulling me down on top of her.  I was stoking for the downs and just going 
bonkers !  Her cunt was so tight...Tighter than Connie !  She was a real 
different feel and I was in space, weightless and sliding in and out of her 
like a rocket ship escaping the earth's atmosphere.

    She clutched me very hard and bit my shoulder, her hips hunching up at me 
as I fucked her...I almost froze and then the seed was spurting out of my cock 
and bathing her vagina in semen.  I kept pumping and she was breathing loud, a 
panting and I was there again, filling her cunt with more semen.

    Our bodies were damp and sticky.  We were on our sides, still kissing.  
The light sea breeze was cold against our skins.  I pulled half of the 
sleeping bag over us but there was hardly enough and my butt was hanging out 
in the night air.  Our legs were entwined and we nibbled on each other for 
awhile but eventually fell asleep.....

    .....It was light enough to surf.  A good sized swell was pounding the 
beach.  God !  This was a paradise !  Peaks all over the place, rights, 
lefts...Both off the same wave.  I was in a quandary.  Cynthia was breathing 
lightly.  I wondered if she was awake ?  Maybe, I could sneak in a few waves 
before she woke up...Probably not as it was late...At least seven.  Brian 
wasn't out either.

    It was almost a whisper.  "Don't you even think about it.  Neither of us 
has a stitch on and..."  She rolled over and threw the sleeping bag off of 
her.  Her tits hardly jiggled, Connie's jiggled a lot.  Her legs were partly 
spread and I could see the remains of my load at the tip of her "V".  My cock 
was starting to get hard.

    "If we hurry...You might still be able to get some waves..."  I was 
climbing over her and her legs were coming up around me.  Her hands were 
tugging on my penis and I was like stone.  She was damp but by no means wet.  
I drilled around in her flesh and then was in.  I froze.  Her hands were above 
her head.  I sank another inch in her and froze.  Her eyes were staring into 
mine.

    I put my hands in hers and stretched her out further.  She wiggled her 
hips and I was another two inches into her.  She felt the joint with her hand 
and turned to look at it.  I laughed and reached for it.  The matches were 
further up the sleeping bag and we had to wiggle along the bag to get at them.  
Cynthia lit the match and held it.  I was still holding myself barely in 
her...Ok !  I was about half way in but trying to stay there.

    I'm taking a huge drag and then she's taking it out of my mouth.  She's 
hitting off it like it's life itself.  An ash falls on her neck and she bucks.  
I'm buried in her and fucking her like crazy.  The joint's burning on the 
sleeping bag.....

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

    "Tweeeeeeeeet...Tweeeeeeeet !"  I hit my head on the bunk above me.  I 
wanted to kill Dale Haggerty.  I was just about to get my rocks off and soar 
through space.  The whistling continued and for just a split second I knew 
this was the real thing.  I torched up a joint and sat on the edge of the 
bunk, sucked the smoke deep into my lungs and then Dale was bursting through 
the door, yelling like a mad man.  He was one pissed off Jose !

    "You stupid, fucking stoner !"  I was taking another hit off the joint.  
"I kind of expected you to be a little more prepared for this shit.  You know, 
you've done it before..."  I was taking another drag.  "...but here I am 
surrounded by all our brown brothers and my white brother is down here getting 
stoned and visiting fantasy land.  Get your ass up stairs, mister !  We're 
about to go to war and I'd hate to have you miss any of it."

    I picked up the AK and followed him, the joint dangling out of my mouth.  
No sense dying...Well, if you're not fucked up.  My mind was already painting 
a picture of what I'd see above decks.  The filipinos were all at their 
battle stations, hiding along the deck sides.  They all had a thousand rounds 
in clips and I was impressed with their calm.  They were still...No fidgeting 
about.  I peeked around the corner of the boat house and spied the intruder.

    They were a long way off but the captain had already put them on the...Ah 
shit, I can never remember that stuff.  The captain had the bogie at about ten 
o'clock and we were really pounding the sea...Probably our max speed with all 
the gold...No shit !  There was tons of the shit below.  We had to spread the 
weight out just like loading an airplane.

    There were two of them but nobody else knew that.  I put my hand on Dale's 
shoulder and continued to watch.

    "You sure ?"  I just squeezed his shoulder.  He continued.  "Good that'll 
make it easier.  You know how hot those things get ?"  I was still nodding and 
went below to get the SA-9's.  These fuckers were in for a real big surprise.  
I was dragging two up the stairs when the buzzing came from the filipinos 
laying on the deck.  They were passing the word around that there were two of 
them.

    Dale was walking around the deck.  The crew was up on deck, too.  They 
were hiding where I was with the missiles, behind the boat house.  I told two 
of them to go down and bring up some more.  Dale was screaming at me.  
"Pincer, Malibu...Both same make and model...Got twenty knots on us, easy...No 
way they'll carry all the gold."

    To the filipinos he was counseling.  "No shooting until Willy shoots a 
missile.  Then open up.  Even if they shoot first...Hold your fire...And...Go 
for the people...Not the boats."

    "Willy, coming through about twelve o'clock.  No uniforms."  Dale was 
lying on top of the deck house with the captain's binoculars.  I was lying on 
the decking, like the filipinos.  He was almost yelling and I think everyone 
could hear him.  The picture formed in my mind.  I activated the coolant and 
got ready to scramble to my knees.  "Got a mount on the nose and a nasty 
looking barrel resting on it.  Probably only eight or ten round clip...Not a 
water cooled barrel.  We're in luck !"

    Such optimism !?  I was about to piss my pants.  I heard them throttle 
back and the bull horn sounded almost immediately.  Chinese...Loud and clear.  
They called us by name and told us they needed to come aboard, checking for 
contraband.  Dale was still lying, almost right above me...Up on the roof of 
the boat house.  The captain leaned out and called up to him.

    "They're chinese.  They want to come aboard."

    "You want to die ?"  I was looking up at the captain, he was shaking his 
head back and forth.  Dale wasn't even looking at him.  "Then let's keep 
booking !  Speed is life !"  Shit !  I thought I was in space.  Dale was 
beyond me...He was on a deep penetration mission and was going to rally his 
troops to victory.  I could see it in his eyes.  I could also feel it surging 
through me.

    The shell landed about fifty feet in front of the boat.  I sensed the 
other boat was a ways from us.  The one closest to us fired the warning shot.  
More chinese.  Dale was calming the troops.  "Hold your fire...Hold your 
fire...Safeties off.  Willy is it cooled ?"

    My mouth was dry.  It was a weak sound.  "Willy, show a little more 
confidence in your leader."

    "Sir !  Yes, sir !"  I'm sure the other boat could hear it.

    "That's better, Malibu !  They're coming about...our five o'clock, a 
thousand feet out.  Sorry you won't get a tail shot but the motor is hardly 
covered...Lots of pipes showing."

    Urine was, no shit, drooling out of my penis !  I couldn't hold it back.  
My arms were shaking as I let my mind drift and capture the picture Dale was 
painting for me.  Another shot and this was a lot closer.  Water splashed up 
on the deck.  More chinese.

    "Now, Malibu !"  I was on my knees, heard the growl and fingered the 
trigger.  Just a split second before she left the tube, I saw the result.  I 
had my next load and was climbing up the ladder.  The fucking russians were 
smart fuckers.  The shoulder strap was tits !  The explosion was deafening but 
then it was only about a couple of hundred feet from our boat.

    The missile had captured the heat but when I uncaged the seeker head and 
fired, she rose a little then dove for the water to gain airspeed.  The fucker 
did a low yo-yo and exploded when it impacted the water.  I was embarrassed.  
Shit !  I'd flown enough air to air...

    The sound of a round going through the boat house brought me back to the 
here and now.  The accompanying explosion pissed me off.  The filipinos were 
putting thousands of rounds in their direction but the boat was racing away 
from us at a good clip.  I was sure they were out of range of the small 
arms...But it was a fucking nice rear quartering tail shot.

    The growl was loud in the headset so I uncaged the seeker head.  I 
started raising the elevation of the tube slowly until I could just hear a 
faint change in the sound.  I fired.  Another round exploded in the cabin 
house and now I could hear the other boat firing.  I motioned one of the crew 
to heave up another missile.

    I never took my eyes off the exhaust of the missile.  I knew it'd soon 
disappear but not before these fuckers got the surprise of their lives.  It 
had started down and was skimming the wave tops...No one in the other boat had 
a clue.  The explosion was loud...And a lot of real black smoke started 
trailing the boat.  Their speed was cut drastically and Dale was yelling at 
the captain to turn toward them.  Fuck !  Just leave'em, I thought, but wasn't 
about to call time out to discuss the tactical commander's decision.

    I was sighting in the other boat.  It was creeping toward us.  I doubted 
they could talk to each other.  There'd never been a need before now.  After a 
couple of shots from their mounted guns; everyone before had raised the white 
flag and it was over.  This afternoon, these fuckers had made an error in 
judgment.  The other boat didn't really have situation awareness and was going 
to pay big time.

    The growl was there but it was no where near the sound that I had a moment 
ago.  It was almost a nose on shot and I could see the guy aiming their gun.  
I uncaged the missile and started raising the tube.  Fire three !  The missile 
leapt out of the tube and almost immediately started down.  They must have 
seen it as the boat came around and was churning up the water as it dug to get 
away.

    I could almost sense the missile gobble up the increased heat as it leveled 
off on the wave tops.  Almost the same pattern...Explosion...Lots of black 
smoke and the boat was almost dead in the water.  I could hear machine gun 
fire from the other side of the boat.  I was the only one looking at the 
smoking enemy on this side of the boat.  The tail was sinking and now the 
second boat was disappearing into the sea.

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

    Dale was across the top of the deck house, throwing his arms around me.  
The filipinos were jumping up and down on the decks, hugging each other.  
The crew was doing the same.  The captain never left the wheel house and I was 
afraid that he may have been hit but then he was yelling for the crew to check 
for battle damage.  Another of Dale's ideas.

    We lost most of the glass in the wheel house and the captain had a few 
cuts on his arms but that was that.  What they were firing at us packed none 
of the punch those missiles had.  We were still going full speed ahead and the 
smoke of the battle was disappearing below the horizon.  The filipinos were 
still celebrating and I was torching up a joint.

    The second in command was piloting the boat while Dale cleaned the 
captain's wounds.  There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and the two of 
them were sharing the bottle and plotting a new course.

    "Hey !  Malibu, take this down to the troops.  Tell'em, I'll be down in a 
few minutes.  Don't let them get drunk, stoner !"  He had his arm over the 
captain's shoulder as they studied the chart.  The captain looked up and told 
me to make sure the crew got their share.  I was laughing, climbing down the 
ladder.

    The exuberance on deck had subsided.  I felt everyone was drained.  As the 
filipinos were passing around the bottle, I felt the wetness of my jeans.  
The stain was dark and very damp.  I took a deep drag off the joint.  Fucking 
"A" !  I really pissed my pants !  Time to change.

    I had to piss again and could hardly hold my dick still.  I fished another 
joint out of my pocket and started chain smoking.  Fuck !  What was I doing 
here ?  This was insanity !  The clouds disappeared and I was looking down on 
the boat from above.  I kept climbing and now I could see the coast of 
Vietnam.  There was no one between us and the coast.  I started cleaning my 
cock and balls with a damp cloth.

    Dale was standing in the doorway of the head.  "Good job, Malibu.  I was a 
little worried after that first shot.  I wouldn't have thought of that either, 
though.  The fucker did a low yo-yo, didn't it ?"  I was crying and we were 
embracing.

    The rest of the trip was anti-climatic.  We went back to "four on - four 
off" and Dale's little whistle was always screeching about two hours into my 
nap.  The fucker !

    Everyone was excited when we spied land and I immediately started trying 
to tune in the radio frequencies I was given.  The general had given me 
several depending on where we came in sight of land.

    "Bandit...Bandit...This is Yankee Air Pirate...Over."  It was weak but 
they were replying.  We stayed almost out of sight of land until we turned 
toward Haiphong.  Dale still didn't trust them and I could feel the tension 
from the shore.

    "Yo !  Bandit !  Yankee Air Pirate here...We're about six hours out and 
just skirmished with some chinese fuckers.  Hope you're not looking for us as 
we're still a little trigger happy.  We'd like a chopper at..."   I rattled 
off the lat\long that Dale had given me.

    He came right back.  "You Yankee Air Pirates are always getting into 
trouble in this part of the world.  Any casualties ?"  It took me but a minute 
to complete a sitrep and I know he was sweating.  The silence was deafening 
when I told him the amount.  He paused a very long time.  "...will make some 
people here very happy."  Shit !  There was twenty-five million in gold below 
decks !

    The chopper was orbiting the boat.  We were at battle stations and Dale 
was sure the general had told the chopper pilots that we were armed to the 
teeth.  The captain was doing the talking and then coming around into the 
wind.  The chopper hovered over the deck house and down came the basket.

    Up I went and then the chopper was moving off over water...And I wasn't 
wearing a life preserver.  What a fucking idiot !  The flight was very
uncomfortable in the basket and I thought about how much better the ride would 
have been with a U.S. chopper.

    There was quite a crowd waiting for me and a lot of official vehicles 
around.  I thought back to Dale's last words to me.  "...try to fuck us.  You 
tell'em we'll sink the boat and they don't have the savvy to go deep to get it.  
We'll sell to the highest bidder...Just the location and they won't get shit.  
Tell'em that, Malibu !"  He just knew they were going to fuck with us.  And I 
think they were.

    I got out of the basket with the AK slung over my shoulder, an old flying 
scarf tied around my forehead.  I looked like something right out of a "B" 
movie thriller.  The general was in the background.  Dale was right !  I 
threatened, swinging the weapon down toward the ground, my arm laying on the 
barrel.  They were tense and then one of their aides came running towards us.  
You could feel the urgency in the sound of his feet pounding on the tarmac.

    The running stopped and I could hear excited vietnamese.  Some more 
running.  This time only twenty feet or so...Some more vietnamese.  They'd 
found the boat and it was all over ?!  I could only see mist on the sea.  
Dale'd insisted we find some and they were hiding in it...After the helicopter 
left.  All the Vietnamese were talking and the general was coming toward me.

    "Major Tamarack, I'm glad you could make it back to visit our country 
again.  The word is just out.  You are quite the heros, risking your lives to 
deliver our treasure."  He was clasping my shoulder.  "How did the missiles 
work ?  Satisfactory, I assume."  He slowly drew me away from the group of 
officials.  They were all talking on their phones.  Jesus !  Everybody has the 
fucking things now !  They were ok but I preferred a beeper.  Couldn't track 
you down as easy and smaller...Kind of a cut out.

    "The minister of finance is phoning instructions for the transfer.  In a 
few minutes you should be able to confirm it with your bank and then I thought 
after the gold is unloaded and counted and all these politicians have gone 
home...You and Lieutenant Colonel Haggerty could maybe stay a few days...A 
week...As long as you want."  He raised his arm and the music started 
immediately...The Beach Boys !  "...surfing now, everybody's learning how..."

    Nuyen was standing by the limo, the rear doors wide open, music blaring.  
He was flashing me the peace sign.  "It's now the favorite of the younger 
set...the up and comers.  They're fighting over it every day.  A little crude 
but they like it.  It's yours for as long as you want it.  It's a long ride to 
Saigon from here but intelligence tells me that there is some excellent surf 
along the way.  We confiscated some capitalist surfboards after the great 
patriotic victory and they'll be delivered to your hotel tonight.  I assume 
the Hanoi Hilton will be ok...Although I hear you prefer the beach."  He was 
laughing so hard I thought he was going to hurt himself.

                                     end

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