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Subject: {ASSM} "Yamashita's Gold" - (MF oral)[2/4] A Willy Tamarack Story
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   @(C) 2002 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
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  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"
                                   Part Two
                                  (MF oral)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                           ***** 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.

                                [continued in]
                              "Yamashita's Gold"
                                 [part three]


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