Author: Frederick T.
Title: On the Run Again
Part: 2 of 13
Universe: Travels of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (MF M+F+ oral rape)
Language: English

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Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s. ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; 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.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.   And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                        The Travels of Willy Tamarack

                               On the Run Again
                             (MF M+F+ oral rape)

                               by Frederick T.

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

                               *** PROLOGUE ***

    Who is Willy Tamarack and what is he doing so far from home ??  The last 
time we saw Willy.......he was staying at a friend's house in Cincinnati.  The 
friend flies for Southwest.  He was on a trip, leaving Willy at home with his 
wife and daughter.  I just know Willy is going to get into trouble again but I 
haven't figured out how.  Willy's been fucking the fourteen year old daughter 
for a couple of days, then it was mama's turn and then the two of them 
together.  Willy was a busy Jose........

    When I woke the sun was just turning the sky pink.  I could still taste 
pussy on my lips and decided to brush my teeth and wash up a little.  The bus 
was almost empty.  So this is how the other half travels ?  For the majority 
of my life I had either flown airplanes or flown in them.  Traveling by bus 
sucked.  After freshening up, I wandered up front and attempted a conversation 
with the bus driver.  He was rather uncommunicative so I went back to my seat.  
We arrived in Louisville about nine and I wandered around the bus depot for a 
bit trying to figure out what the fuck I was going to do now.  I ended up 
spending the night in Louisville in a shitty boarding house near the bus 
depot.  Over an equally shitty dinner at a greasy spoon I decided to head 
further South.

    Oh !  I suppose I could buy some warmer clothes and head North but the 
Northeast has never been my cup of tea.  The night I left Cincinnati it had 
been damn cold.  Going North, with the Fall and Winter coming on was not an 
option.  I didn't figure Barbara or Tammy would talk to Carl about the 
shenanigans that went on.  I was pretty sure that Connie's husband had lost 
the scent so I was free and clear on that account.  I had spent some time on 
temporary duty in the Florida panhandle.  As I remembered it was rather nice 
in the winter.  Another day and a half on the bus and I was in Florida.

                             *** CHAPTER ONE ***

    I managed to get a room at the bachelor officers quarters on a military 
base in the Florida panhandle.  I spent two nights there paranoid that 
somebody would bring the dogs through the rooms and catch me with my dope.  On 
my third day, operating out of the base, I find a rooming house with a room to 
let.  The small town by the base was primarily a tourist attraction.  Winter 
was approaching in the North and the streets here were crawling with snow 
birds.  I felt real lucky to get a room.  It took me five minutes to move in 
and I immediately moved most of my dope to one of those lockers you can rent 
at bus terminals.  Why I didn't do that earlier - I don't know ?

    The woman who ran the boarding house was a bit older than me - probably 
about 55 or so.  Descent looking but maybe a little heavy.  I'd fuck her, 
given the chance.  Shit, who wouldn't I fuck ??  I'm not sure I knew at this 
point.  After getting squared away I wandered up to the main drag.  I entered 
the first oyster bar I found and ordered a beer and a plate of oysters.  There 
was a sign hanging over the bar, "Help Wanted."  The bar tender was a young 
guy and he directed me to the manager when I asked about the job.

    At first I thought the manager was black but her hair was too straight.  
Her accent gave it away - Cuban.  She was all business and was visibly 
distressed when I said I couldn't give her any references.  I showed her my 
military ID and she said that was good enough for her and I had the job - bar 
assistant - five to closing Thursday through Monday.  Minimum wage plus a 
split of the bar tips.  She said she wouldn't tolerate me coming to work after 
I'd been drinking but other than that, my time was my own.  I would start the 
next evening.  I stayed at the bar and watched the bar tender moving liquor 
just about a fast as he could and offered to help him.  Looks like I really 
start tonight.  I don't get home until well after one and was beat.  About 
three a.m. I'm wakened by the guy next door fucking the shit out of some very 
loud young lady.  I can actually hear the bed slamming against the wall along 
with her moaning and groaning.  I got hard listening to them fuck.

    Time passes - a couple of weeks go by.  The job is ok - no stress.  
Carmen, the manager is pretty cool.  She's pretty young.  I figure about 
twenty-four, maybe five.  Short, very dark hair frames her face.  Not good 
looking but wouldn't scare you away either.  Pretty good body, maybe a little 
plump but with a nice ass.  She didn't appear to have any boy friends and was 
real friendly to all of the staff.  After work we were allowed to cop a few 
drinks on the house and I always took advantage of that.  My days were spent 
at the beach, catching rays.

    The woman who ran the boarding house would often come by the oyster bar 
with her daughter.  Her daughter was about eighteen or nineteen, just out of 
high school I figured.  The mother, her name was Betty, always sat near where 
I washed glasses.  Always gave me a descent tip and was rewarded with great 
service on my part.  I was right.  The daughter, Jill, had just graduated from 
high school last spring and was helping her mother run the boarding house.

    My next door neighbor, in the boarding house, apparently has the same 
young lady over every Thursday evening as they would keep me up until all 
hours and  Friday morning was always a shitty morning.  I was never able to 
find out who the lady was and my neighbor was an older gentleman, probably a 
little older than I was, and not very talkative.

    It was my night off.  I was in my room just having returned from a long 
walk on the beach where I got very stoned.  There was a knock on the door.  
Jill was standing in the door way and asked if she could come in.  She was a 
pretty attractive young lady.  Long dark hair hung past her shoulders.  She 
had a nice smile and was wearing a short skirt with a sweater.  She sat in the 
chair and I sat on the bed.  She beat around the bush for a bit and then 
blurted out.

    "Hey, if you're interested.....I could come and visit you every Monday 
night."

    I answered, "That would be nice."

    "Sure would be nice if you would buy me a new sweater or maybe some shoes.  
I could pick them up when I come and visit next Monday."

    Even stoned I knew this was not what I wanted to get into.  "Well, you 
know, I'm pretty busy on Monday's."

    "Too busy to get a little of what your neighbor's been getting.  He bought 
me this sweater and skirt.  Like'em ?"

    "Very nice," I return and continue with, "but I just don't have the money 
to buy you nice things now.  I'll tell you what; I'll buy you a drink the next 
time you come into the bar."

    "A drink is hardly enough for me to come and visit you."

    "Well, that's all I can afford right now."

    I wasn't anywhere near to busted.  In fact I had over a thousand dollars 
hidden in my traveling bag that was also full of dope.  The bag was sitting in 
a locker at the bus terminal.  I was making enough here to pay for the room 
and board - even savin' some in fact.  We continued for a bit - talking about 
nothing in particular when she abruptly left.

    Several days later Betty came into the bar very dressed up.  She sat in 
her usual place and I had her usual ready.  We chatted a bit and she confided 
in me that she had a gentleman coming to call.  I sounded disappointed and 
told her I though she dressed up for me.  She laughed and said that she didn't 
realize that I was interested.  Well, I told her, if she had a friend already; 
I didn't want to butt in.  She laughed and said that this was the first time 
they had gone out and she probably wouldn't go out with him again as he was 
the husband of a friend of hers.  About fifteen minutes later a much younger 
man came in and warmly greeted Betty.  They wasted little time in the bar and 
soon left.

    The next morning I spied Betty getting out of a cab in the same dress she 
was wearing the night before.  It was about nine o'clock as I was on my way to 
the beach, to go running.

    That night Betty was once again in the bar.  She spent most of the evening 
talking with friends and hardly paid any attention to me.  When the crowd died 
down about ten-thirty, Betty asked me when I was going to buy her that drink.  
I didn't remember offering to buy her a drink but did remember offering her 
daughter one.  I drew her another beer on my tab and we shot the shit until 
closing time.  Carmen let Betty stay after closing time and we shared a couple 
of beers before heading back to the boarding house.

                             *** CHAPTER TWO ***

    I wasn't surprised when she offered me a beer as I had been coming on to 
her all night.  I was hoping she'd give it away for free - I wasn't all that 
hot for the "buy me something nice" routine that her daughter had given me.  
Shit, I was close to six or seven years her junior - I figured - a real catch 
for a middle aged woman.  But then last night she had been out with a much 
younger man than me, so who knows ?  Mom and daughter occupied the entire 
downstairs and the four boarders lived in the upstairs bedrooms.  She got me a 
beer from the kitchen and sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting in.  She 
was very direct.

    "My daughter says that you turned down her offer ?"  I nodded my head, 
taking a swig of the beer.  Now she was returning the favor and coming on to 
me.  I was figuring that she fucked that young guy last night, why not me 
tonight !?

    "I prefer women my own age."  I answered when I finished swallowing.  A 
good line even though it was a lie.  I preferred anyone who would fuck !?

    She laughed and said that she was much older than I was and I returned 
with she didn't look it.  She went on to say that her daughter was spending 
the night at her boy friend's place and that we had the whole place to 
ourselves.  One of her hands was playing with my pony tail.  She asked if I 
was a hippie ?  I laughed and told her that I had spent twenty years flying 
fighters for Uncle Sam.  Her hand was now caressing the back of my neck and I 
was starting to get aroused - hey !  It had been over a month since I'd been 
laid and I was real horny.  I asked is she would mind if I smoked a joint - 
she was welcome to share it.  She scolded me for keeping the dope in the 
boarding house but said it was "ok" with her.  I went upstairs and got a 
joint.  When I returned she was no where to be found.  I wandered through the 
kitchen and found the door to her room was open.

    Betty was propped up in bed reading a book.  The covers were around her 
waist and her breasts were bare...And they were big breasts.  Lots of sag but 
real big tits.  Her nipples were huge, well her areolae were - light brown and 
easily twice the size of silver dollars, with a nice large berry size nipple 
in the middle of each.  I torched up the joint.  She put down her book.  I 
passed her the joint and began to take my clothes off.  My cock was at half 
mast by the time I got my pants off.  I took the joint back and took a deep 
drag.  She reached out and stroked my cock - it got harder.  I put the joint 
in the ashtray on the night stand and reached for a breast.  They were real 
soft and real heavy.  The nipple, I was playing with, was nice and spongy and 
getting harder by the second.

    Her mouth captured the head of my dick and I was in heaven.  This woman 
could suck cock.  I pulled her head from my cock, watching her spittle stretch 
out between my cock and her lips.  I was hard, real hard.  I pushed her back 
on the bed and dropped to my knees.  Her legs came up and she grabbed her 
ankles.  I buried my mouth in her cunt lips.  She had almost no hair on her 
twat.  She wasn't quite shaved but had, maybe a week's growth.  I rubbed her 
lips together and drove my tongue into her cunt.  I painted her asshole with 
saliva and then rose to fuck her.  Her cunt lips were spread wide and gleamed 
in the light.  She kept a hold of her ankles while I poked my cock into her.  
I didn't last long, maybe a hundred strokes or so.  Probably didn't last five 
minutes but boy, did I shoot a load into her.  Before rolling off, her cunt 
felt like a swimming pool.

                            *** CHAPTER THREE ***

    She woke me up about three and told me to hit the road.  I groggily 
departed and was happy to find my room without making a lot of noise.  I slept 
very late the next morning and didn't arrive down stairs until just before I 
was supposed to go to work.  I never saw Betty but Jill was in the front yard, 
sunning herself.  God, did this young cunt have a body...Big tits, strong 
thighs and a tremendous ass.  She yelled to me as I walked up the street, 
"Have a nice day, Willy."  I waved back to her as I turned the corner to the 
oyster bar.

    At the first lull, Dick, the bartender, told me he heard that I had some 
dynamite weed.  This was a real bad sign as I'd only gotten stoned with one 
person and that was Betty, last night.  He went on to say that Carmen wanted 
to see both of us after work.  Later, during his break, Dick went to visit 
Carmen in the office.

    After the last cocktail waitress left, Carmen came into the bar and 
started checking the register.  Dick told me to beat it and get some dope.  I 
did and when I returned; the bar was locked and I had to pound on the door.  
Dick opened up for me and guided me back to Carmen's office.  She had finished 
counting the money and was drinking a glass of red wine.  I soon had a joint 
making the rounds and the three of us were laughing and giggling.  There was 
another knock on the front door and Dick left to answer it.  As soon as he 
left Carmen looked up at me and said, "Betty says that you give great head, 
Willy."

    I laughed and said, "Word sure does travel fast around these parts."

    Carmen just laughed and then Dick walked back into the room with another 
guy and a young Hispanic girl.  He introduced me to Clet.  Clet was Jill's boy 
friend, Dick said.  I wondered if he knew Jill earned a little extra cash by 
fucking the tenants at her mom's place ?  Some whisky appeared and all of us 
started drinking.  The young girl said almost nothing other than a few words 
to Carmen in Spanish.  I was trying to get an angle on what was going on when 
there was another knock on the front door.  This time Clet left to answer it.  
Dick and Carmen were laughing about something and another of my joints was 
making the rounds.  I noticed that the young Hispanic woman appeared either 
real drunk or high on some drug.  She would take incredibly big hits on the 
joint making the rounds and Dick and Carmen were egging her on.

    Just then Clet entered the room with another man.  He was an older 
gentleman, maybe sixty or so.  Very well dressed.  Clet introduced everyone 
and I found out that the young girl's name was Maria.  The older gentleman 
went by the name of Mr. Hightower.  I was starting to figure that this was all 
pretty strange, especially as stoned as I was.  In just a few minutes it all 
became bizarre.  Clet said something to Carmen that I didn't catch and she 
rattled off a string of Spanish to Maria.  Maria took a swig of whisky and 
said something back to Carmen.  Carmen got up and slapped the shit out of 
Maria's face.  Maria spit at her and started for the door.  Dick stepped in 
her way and drove a fist into her stomach.  She folded and landed on the floor 
in a heap.  She was rolling around and moaning when I noticed that Mr. 
Hightower had moved to sit behind Carmen's desk.

    I asked, "Hey, what the fuck is going on ?"

    Somebody told me to shut up, so I did.

    Dick was the first to make a move and laughed, saying we were all going to 
fuck Maria.  I didn't laugh but said I was going to leave.  Clet said that 
wouldn't be a good idea, as possession of marijuana was a felony in this state 
and that he was pretty sure I had plenty more where this stuff came from.  He 
went on to say that he had a real good working relationship with the local 
cops and would really make some points turning me in.  I froze, Maria was 
still rolling around on the floor, Carmen had moved behind Mr. Hightower and 
Dick was dropping his jeans.

    "That's better asshole. You want to eat her first ?"

    I shook my head no.

    Dick was half out of his clothes and told me to do the same.  I stayed 
dressed, he shrugged his shoulders as he stepped out of his jeans.  His cock 
was tenting his jock shorts and from what I could see he had a lot more meat 
than I did.  As he started to pull her pants down he told me not to worry.  
Mr. Hightower was a local city councilman and liked to watch young girls get 
it from more than one guy.  He went on to say that he had done this several 
times - it was a kick.  I didn't think it would be a kick for Maria but I kept 
that to myself.  I looked over at Mr. Hightower and found that Carmen was on 
her knees between his legs fishing his cock out of his pants.  Apparently Mr. 
Hightower liked a little head while he watched.

    When I looked back, Dick was tossing her jeans into the corner and working 
on her white under panties.  Clet had also dropped his jeans and was sporting 
a big hardon.  Dick had her panties off and I gazed at her bush - a dark mass 
of curls at the junction of her thighs.  His hardon was bobbing around as he 
peeled her blouse off.  Clet helped him.  Her tits were bare and well over a 
hand full, topped with a small areolae which was almost all nipple.

    Dick kept up a litany of talk while stripping her, then pulled her to her 
feet and laid her on the desk.  Clet asked again if I wanted to eat her as he 
had heard I liked to eat pussy.  I again shook my head no and sat in a vacant 
chair.  I told them I'd just watch if it was ok.  No sweat Clet said as Dick 
buried his cock in her cunt and started fucking the shit out of her.  I was 
starting to get hard when he rolled her over and entered her doggie style, her 
legs dangling over the desk top.  He went on for the longest time then finally 
yelled out his orgasm.  When he pulled out of her, he spread the cheeks of her 
ass and let me and Mr. Hightower watch his jizzim dribble out of her cunt.  He 
rested for a bit and another joint made the rounds as Clet mounted her and 
fucked the living shit out of her.  Maria moaned and groaned through out the 
entire ordeal, not loud but constant.  Dick played with himself until he was 
hard and then fucked her again.  Carmen must have gargled Mr. City Councilman 
a couple of times or more.  I just watched and it was past three when I 
finally made it to my room.  I was not sure that this was the place to be.  
About time to be moving on, Willy.

                             *** CHAPTER FOUR ***

    There was a knock on my door at nine.  It was Clet.  I'm sure this was 
going to be bad news.  He told me not to leave town or do anything stupid.  I 
nodded but added little to the conversation.  After arriving home the night 
before, I had packed all my stuff and stored it in the locker down at the bus 
terminal.  The one that had my dope in it.  As soon as the time was right I 
was ready to book.  I went to work as usual at five and strangely no one said 
a word about the previous evening.  Jill came into the bar at about eleven and 
said that Clet wanted to see Dick when he had a break.  Dick left immediately 
and Jill sat with me at the bar.  Dick was back in a few moments and told me 
that Clet wanted to see me.

    Jill said that she would take me to him.  Here comes the real bad part, I 
was sure of it.  Jill lead me to her mother's room.  Clet was sitting on the 
edge of the bed.  Betty was nude, on her knees, between his leg, sucking his 
cock.  He was taking off his shirt and told me to get comfortable, that 
tonight was the only night I would get to fuck either Betty or Jill again, 
unless I paid for it.  I looked over at Jill, she had her blouse off and had 
her hands behind her back removing her bra.  Jesus, her tits were as big as 
her mother's but much higher on her chest and topped with the largest areolae 
and nipples I had ever seen.  I was getting hard just looking at her take her 
clothes off.  Her bush was a very small triangle at the junction of her 
thighs.  She walked over to me and stroked my cock through my pants.  Clet 
laughed as she dropped to her knees and pulled my cock from my pants.  What 
could I do ??

    She gave excellent head just like her mother did.  I pulled her up by the 
hair and pushed her onto the bed on her back.  She pulled her legs up and 
grabbed her ankles just like mama did.  Her cunt lips were bare, shaved clean.  
I dropped to my knees and buried my tongue in her slit.  I soon had her nice 
and slick so I rose and filled her.  Nice and tight too.  I was really fucking 
the shit out of her before I noticed that she was just laying there gawking 
off into space.  I was too close to cuming to care.  Here it came - spurt 
after spurt of warm semen filled her cunt.  I kept pumping for a long time 
after I came but never got a response from her.  Clet was still watching and 
Betty was still sucking his cock.  When I rolled off Jill, he wasted no time 
taking my place.  Clet was a bull - just fucking the life out of her - I mean 
a wild man, his cock pistoning in and out of her at a tremendous speed.

    Betty crawled over to me and began sucking on my dick.  I was getting hard 
again watching them fuck.  Jill was yelling and screaming - about every other 
sound was "fuck."  I couldn't believe that Clet could last this long and at 
the same speed too......slap, slap, slap, slap.  Finally he pulled out and 
pumped his jizzim all over Jill's stomach and chest.  Her large tits were 
heaving and the cum rolled down her sides to the bed and onto her stomach.  
God, he kept shooting jizzim onto her.  He finally squeezed the last drops 
onto her cunt and then rolled away.

    "Your turn, Willy.  She's just getting warmed up.  I'm sure you've heard 
her when she's next door with your neighbor."  He went on to say that he 
usually warms her up for a date and if he's out of town then Dick does.  I was 
in her.  She was wild.  I pulled out of her and rolled her over.  Betty said 
something about another back door man.  Clet laughed as I started fucking the 
holy shit out of her doggie style.  Really pounding her senseless.  The noise 
she made was continuous and loud.  The whole boarding house must have heard 
us.  I was much too tired after leaving them to get my shit together to leave 
town.

                             *** CHAPTER FIVE ***

    The next morning Clet woke me at ten and said he had to talk with me.  We 
met at the bar where he proceeded to outline the kind of work he was in.  He 
and Betty, he said, provided some of the local politicians and a lot of the 
visiting snow birds with women, men, boys, girls, whatever.  He wondered if I 
would like to make some good money taking care of a tourist for an evening.  I 
told him I had to work and he told me Dick would cover it.  I asked exactly 
what was expected of me.  He was very straight forward.  I would be given 
money and was to use it to wine and dine a woman who was paying for my 
services.  And if she wanted me to fuck her ?  Clet said, "Well, then fuck 
her.  She's paying for it."  I asked how much I got and he said $250.  I could 
really run my savings up a bit - it was about a grand - who the fuck am I 
kidding - this is way out of my league.  I figured I'd play along until I 
found a way out and then hit the road again.

    That evening I met the woman at another local oyster bar after getting a 
room at a cheap motel north of town.  The woman was very plain looking but not 
really bad looking.  She wore her brown hair short and had dark glasses on.  
She was over dressed in a skirt and blouse with some expensive shoes.  After 
just two drinks she asked if we could leave and go to a motel.  I caught us a 
cab and soon we were on our way to the Pines Motel.

    The room was small with just a double bed and bathroom.  Hardly enough 
room to get around the bed into the bathroom.  The lady told me her name was 
Sally.  I laughed and said ok.  I had picked the hotel for two specific 
reasons.  First, the bathroom had a large window that was easy to get out of.  
I had it open.  Second, there was lots of brush right outside the bathroom 
window - real easy to get lost in.  I had brought a bottle and Sally and I had 
another drink.  I don't think Sally is too much older than I am.  She has a 
very cloying perfume on and is visibly pleased when I come over and sit with 
her on the bed.  She's a good kisser and I soon have her blouse open and her 
tits bare.  Not much more than a handful here and small areolae with berry 
nipples.  I'm sucking on them when I run my hand up under her skirt.  She is 
wearing a girdle and what I figure to be panty hose.

    I drop to the floor, get both of my hands up under her skirt and pull her 
underwear to the floor.  I get several peeks at her hairy snatch as I wrestled 
with her girdle.  She laughed a lot and only stopped when I started licking 
her upper thighs and working toward her crotch.  I pried her knees apart and 
now could smell her.  She was turned on and gave off a strong sexual smell.  
My tongue buried itself in her thick bush and searched for her cunt.  I 
finally cleared away the hair and started licking her cunt lips - long swipes 
from her cunt to her clit.  She was moaning and moving her hips wildly around 
on the bed.  My cock was hard and I figured that I best get it in her before 
it wilted.  I didn't think that she would suck it.  I got into her easily and 
immediately started fucking her.  She was real wet and sloppy.  I might last a 
good while in this cunt.  I was really pounding her when the knock on the door 
came.

    "Hey, Sally, you in there, honey ?"  Jesus, what the fuck was this ?  
"Open the door, honey, and tell the guy who's fucking you that I'm going to 
beat the shit out of him while you watch and then fuck your brains out."

    I'm up off the bed and into my shorts, grab my jeans and heading toward 
the bathroom and the open window before Sally can react.  The small room is in 
my favor and it's a while before Sally can get the door open.  I'm long gone, 
carrying my jeans with just my shorts on - high tailing it through the brush.  
I lost my tennis shoes but who cares ?  It takes me about two hours to get to 
the bus terminal and I make a bee line to my locker and get my stuff.  I dress 
in the restroom and am on the first bus to leave, having to wait a very 
uncomfortable thirty minutes in the terminal.

    I don't relax a bit until I'm about a hundred miles north of town.  The 
bus is on the interstate, cruising at about 65 or so.  I'm sitting about 
midway back just staring out the window.  I've got my traveling bag, an old 
air force B4 bag between my legs.  Right on top is a bundle of mail and a note 
from my neighbor back home in Las Vegas.  Mrs. Abernathy's short note told me 
all about the cops rousting my place and the large number of people asking my 
whereabouts.  Most of the mail is junk mail.  I wonder why she sent it ?  In 
amongst the junk mail is an envelope from my doctor.  I'd had a physical exam 
just before the shit hit the fan in Las Vegas.  I glance at the lab results 
and wondered why the doctor sent this without a letter of explanation.  One of 
the tests is outlined in red.  The PSA test.  I wonder what that means ?

    Further scrutiny reveals that PSA stands for prostate specific antigen.  
The fine print states that elevated PSA often.....the word "cancer" springs 
off the page and burns itself into my eyeballs.  Cancer.....Oh !  Fuck !  
After what seemed like an hour staring out the window, I wander up front and 
ask the driver what the first stop is.  Atlanta.........Looks like I'm heading 
to Atlanta.

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