Message-ID: <39851asstr$1039932606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <hangten@nym.alias.net> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021214150431.3785.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Dec 2002 15:04:31 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} "Makin' Movies"{Frederick T.}(Fm+ interr oral anal)[1/4] Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 01:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/39851> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate Author: Frederick T. Title: Makin' Movies Part: 1 of 4 Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga Summary: Keywords: (Fm+ interr oral anal) Language: English -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 1999 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society. !!! WARNING !!! The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," "Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T. The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental. If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other as such. A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy." As always, e-mail your comments to the usual. WILLY TAMARACK ONE MORE TIME AGAIN, FOR A WHILE THE STORIES "Makin' Movies" Part One (Fm+ interr oral anal) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** PROLOGUE ***** I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot. I was sleeping alone but sharing the night with the past...Shit ! Maybe it's the future, must be the dope..... The slacks were gray. The socks were plaid...The shoes, penny loafers. The guy's fly was open and a woman was sucking his cock. He was just normal size but was really fucking the woman's face. She was about twenty-one, maybe two. Real dark hair that cascaded down around her face, almost resting on her shoulders. She looked a little heavy but then only her face was showing. Her eyes were closed as her lips were being dragged back and forth on the cock in her mouth. Her lip stick was a bright red...A dark, bright red. She was sucking the guy's brains out. He took his hands off her head and reached for her tits. The camera panned out a bit and now you could see his hands, working on the zipper at the back of her dress. Down it came, exposing a large, wide, white skinned back. The guy immediately grabbed the black bra strap and fiddled with it a bit. It finally came un-done. He was pulling the shoulders of her dress off. Her tits were huge...Pillows of breast meat with tiny dark areolae and nipples about the size of pencil erasures On second look, her areolae were probably three inches across but the size of the tits made them look small. He was palming them now, occasionally rolling her nipples with his fingers. He rasped out. "Let me fuck'em." The woman leaned back and forced her huge udders together. He squatted a bit and poked his cock up between her tits. You never saw his cock again. It fucking disappeared. He was really moving it, though. The woman was being pushed back and forth by his thrusting. You could just see her chin and lipstick covered lips...Her dress and bra straps down around the middle of her upper arms. "Oooh ! God ! I'm cuming...Suck it !" He croaked out. The young woman let her tits fall apart but too late. The first shot spurted out of his cock head and landed on a part of her dress. Hard to tell from this angle where it hit. The projectionist switched monitors and rewound. He looked at the scene from another perspective. Yea ! This one was better. Her mouth was back on his cock and she was sucking on his softening cock. When the woman finished, the guy stuffed his soft pecker back in his slacks. He didn't bother helping her up. She was busy putting her tits back into her bra and dress. "Same time next week, Mr. President ?" The guy laughed and mumbled something then turned and left. The young lady got to her feet, ran a comb through her hair and then looked at it with one of those little compact mirrors. She left the scene and the camera zoomed in on the seal of the President of the United States. A small blob of semen was resting at about the three o'clock position. The projectionist sat back and pressed reverse. He wanted to see how it looked from beginning to end without getting lost in the cutting and pasting. Sometimes you think you got it right but when you watch the whole thing, it looks like shit. He torched up a joint...Figured this was going to bring him about a hundred grand. The actors were amateurs and hardly knew they were being taped. The cum shot had to be done three times but that wasn't usually a problem now that he figured out how to stretch them a bit. An eighth of what he used in the beginning...And they're hard as steel...For about an hour...And cum by the bucketful's. He pressed "PLAY" and watched the President of the United States take a phone call. The President quickly got up and headed toward the camera. The camera panned the room, finally locating them in a vestibule. It zoomed in as the young lady went to her knees. This was going to be fucking great ! It actually looked like the oval office. It'd taken some bread to build but was worth every penny. The man looked up and standing next to him, with a hand on his shoulder, was the grim reaper. "Looks good, buddy...Looks real good..." ***** CHAPTER ONE ***** I sat watching T.V...The Clinton Impeachment Hearings...I was rolling a joint. Time out from editing. Some of these things could take days to do. I always felt they were better when I was fucking stoned as shit but sometimes Carol and Erin disagreed. Some representative was going on and on about Bill Clinton, The President of the United States. I listened for a few moments, figured the guy had his head up his ass and then torched up the joint. You know...With a few changes, Bill could have had it made. As good as he is with people, he could have made a killing in 'Nam. Hey ! It was a people's war. Towards the end...No one was in charge...Many of us were checking six, making sure we weren't the last one to buy the farm. I was sometimes the same way...Who wouldn't admit that they didn't want to be the last mother fucker to die in Nam ? Who wanted to sacrifice all for those not sacrificing at home ? Anyway...Then he could have inhaled with pride, daring someone to throw the first stone. And the women thing...Shit ! Did many say a word about Kennedy, the war hero...And even now, the only reason people are talking about him is because of Clinton ! And Thomas Jefferson...Give me a fucking break ! Anyway, Bill aligned himself with the anti-war faction...Not a bad move. The real faction...Not the leaders but the faceless masses who accomplished so much to change the face of the nation...Ended the draft, shrunk our involvement in the war to just about zero and in the process smoked lots of dope and fucked around a lot. Probably more significant...Changed the sexual mores and politics of the United States more than any event in history. Guy goes to war for a year in 'Nam, leaves his family, brother, sister, wife, honey, past girl friend and most important his male friends, those he's really bonded with...Comes home and finds a whole new world...Their attitudes radically changed on a number of issues...Sex, drugs, career aspirations. He feels left out, can't catch up...Probably happened a number of times during the 60's. No parades...No kissing lovelies...Everyone is out making their way but he's kind of left behind...Two or three years of his life gone...Many shrugged it off and made up the time...Many didn't. But, I digress. Back to Bill...Nothing but a politician all his life and yet his net worth keeps going up...How does he manage to do that ? Public service is not supposed to make you richer...I think that's what got him in trouble but never mind...Just about all U.S. males should be indebted to Bill for his deeds or misdeeds. For the last ten years or so men have been on the defensive. The slightest remark could get you in hot water, in the office...At the company picnic...Just about any place where men were in competition with women. There seemed to be no let up in the risk...You might say something that would offend...Make a pass at a lady and the next thing you knew she was complaining about some sly remark that rolled off your lips. She was offended and you were out of a job or promotion. Oh ! It probably wasn't that bad. The press, I'm sure, had a lot to do with building up those events just like they swarmed Clinton on the cunt thing. The fuckers didn't have the balls to admit they fucked up on the Jennifer Flower's story. She was a nobody...A cabaret singer...Well, assholes, that's who he hits on. He wasn't stupid ! Nobody in their right mind hits on an educated woman...A lawyer, a doctor...Those women are professionals, have connections...Maybe, feminists...Feminists seemed to want little to do with the average, common women, who works an eight hour shift along side her male counterpart. Yea ! Every once and a while they'd champion the cause of a common woman but most of the press covered the Anita Hill's and the poor women Bob Packwood molested. Shit ! The press let their liberal drawers hang out of their pants for so long...And then when Monica Lewinsky showed up...Paid Clinton back in spades for their shitty, fucking reporting in the first place. I was rather shielded from all of it in the service. Not too much of a chance that Sgt. Whitouski would make too much of a sly remark or an off color joke...And for the most part, those were the women I served with in the early years. Officer or enlisted, it made no difference...Sharp, confident, good looking and most of all competent. They got the job done. Whatever it was. You worked hard and played hard. Places like Kunsan. Osan. Clark. Yokota. Kadena. I once heard that you ran twice the risk of getting the clap from a Clark AB wife than from a local girl downtown...Anyway...Not many complaints out there...But I digress...The Bill Clinton defense will now wash all those sins away. You can lie about sex and get away with it...All your life !!! It's a personal matter...None of your business...Even in the office...I mean...The Oval Office, now ! What a concept ! ***** CHAPTER TWO ***** I looked for the box and slid the video into it's container. The representative droned on and on. Jesus ! I'd been working on this for weeks. Four cameras now bracketed the bed in the small cabin bedroom. They were not very conspicuous and if you searched, you could find them. Most people in the bedroom never had the desire to search around. They were usually too busy...Well...I'm not sure busy is the right word. That was movie number one...That was a busy video. Carol and a high school boy's basketball team. Carol got the idea from Vicky, I think...Was spending a lot of time with her. Lunch...Shopping...Drinks. One day Carol comes up to the cabin a day early and tells me about this friend of Vicky's...Her husband arranged for her to be mock raped by three guys on her fortieth birthday. Carol wanted a boy's basketball team. I assumed she meant five black guys but the basketball team idea was pretty nifty. I sent out some feelers but wasn't close to scoring until I found an article in the paper about one of those high school boy's basketball tournaments. A pre-season thing...Looked to be the perfect place to score my love's desires. I was settled at the hotel and waiting for two o'clock. I was to be sitting out by pool number three and wearing a hawaiian shirt...Looked like a fucking tourist. Should be stripped down and catching rays. Legions of young men of all colors moved back and forth in front of me. A large group was approaching. A young kid ran ahead and tripped over the lounge chair next to me. He almost sprawled across my chair, then was up and gone. After the crowd surged by, I found what looked like a cocktail napkin stuck in the webbing of the chair. On it was written "2165." I was not familiar with that room number. I hoped it was in this hotel. I remained sitting, reading a book and only left after the pool area was deserted. I ambled off toward the lobby. Keeping my head on a swivel...Not noticeable but I didn't miss much. I'd been practicing. There was one of those room maps at the entrance..... .....The guy was huge...Well, tall anyway...About six-six. Fuck ! He dwarfed me. I sat on the bed. He looked like a gangster...Baggy jeans...Wife beater "T" shirt. I was sure I was letting stereotypes get the better of me. On the other hand, maybe this was a stupid idea ? Maybe, Carol was right ? I should start carrying a gun. All the air force ever trained me to do was escape and evade. I thought I'd used that training rather well in the past...But it's hard to escape and evade when you're locked in a room with a guy ! Anyway, what's this fucker going to do...Shoot me ?! I kind of doubt it. He wanted to get laid. The furthest thing from his mind was shooting me. He looked anxious, paced the room while I sat on the bed. He finally blurted out. "Your add...A no shit real add ?!" I followed up with, "You're not with any type of law enforcement are you ? Or maybe doing a favor for some law enforcement types...Are you ?" The guy tells me he'll ask the questions. I get up and head to the door. He beats me there and blocks my way. "Maybe, I was a little edgy there. How about sitting down and I'll let you explain the thing...And no ! I have no connection at all to any type of law enforcement and I want it to stay that way. Can you make me feel good about that ?" I broke out in a big smile and dragged a joint out of my pocket. I held it up for him to see. He nodded. I lit it and passed it to him. He sat down in a chair across from the bed and I began. He had a big smile on his face when I finished. He stared into my eyes. "They have to be from the same team ?" "Nah...All-stars are ok." He seemed to think that over while taking a huge hit off the joint. "Fuck ! This dope is mother fuckin' bad." I laughed. He joined me. "They'll be plenty of that for the whole team. You don't mind if I video...Do you ?" He was taking another hit. His eyes opened wide at the mention of video. "You mean like TV ?" I nodded and he thought about that for a few seconds. "Any rules ? Like, things we can't do ? Shit like that..." "Once she figures it out...I think you'll find her pretty cooperative. Enthusiastic is probably a better description...But, I don't want her harmed...No beating the shit out of her...The three major sports are ok..." He seemed puzzled. "...She loves it in the ass...And of course oral and regular intercourse." He smiled a very bright, white smile. "The guys I was thinking of are rather..." He paused. "Hung ?" I filled in the blank and continued. "She likes large cocks...The bigger the better." He smiled and went to the phone. I could hardly hear him but was able to pick up a couple of words..."Yea !" and "Cool" was about it. I was in my car and about a mile away before I started feeling good about it. J.J. kept telling me that back East I'd have been deluged by now. J.J. and I often had silly little arguments about the East versus the West. Anyway it's all set...Next Friday night at the cabin, dressed in colors. I was getting hard thinking about it...No heavy force or hitting her. I was scared about that part...No way I could hold off five high school kids. J.J. assured me it'd be cool ! That should have warned me right off. Some force was protecting me, maybe ?? But who ?? Maybe Carol's mysterious phone calls ?? After a week of farming, I left the cabin Friday at two and picked up the team at a 7-11 in North Las Vegas. They were pretty handsome guys and I was sure Carol was going to have the time of her life. Three of the guys were well over six-six or so but two of them were rather small in my estimation...Not any taller than I am. They were all sitting in the back of the van, smoking their brains out. From the compliments coming over the seat, they were very impressed with the reefer. Soon they were laughing and giggling. We were parked down the street waiting for Carol to leave work and head for the cabin. This was the tricky part as sometimes she told me she was coming up but then sometimes she didn't make it. Erin was in California, visiting her sisters. I saw Carol walk through the parking lot and get into her car. My heart started to beat faster. I followed at a conservative distance. The sun was going down. I breathed a little easier when she got on 95 and dropped a little further behind her. The van was filled with marijuana smoke. I was stoned and I hadn't even had a joint, yet. I torched up one of my cigars and told the team it wouldn't be long now. I could barely see her turn off the highway and head for the cabin. I doused the lights and coasted down the dirt road. The team was stoked and again I whispered my instructions. I was sure I was wasting my time as I could hardly remember what I wanted them to do. The lights in the cabin were on and I imagined Carol changing in the bedroom, wondering what the kneeler was for ? ***** CHAPTER THREE ***** All five of them piled out of the van but only two headed for the stairs to the deck. All five of them wouldn't fit and the initial capture would be easier with just two. I headed for the side of the cabin and hot footed it up to the deck from the hill side. I reached the decking just as the guys started to climb the stairs and turned on the video camera I was using for this part of it. Shit ! I could hardly see anything it was so dark...Just shadows. They were on the decking and knocking at the door. I could see Carol moving through the cabin, going to answer the door...Imagined her wondering who it was ? She was still dressed in a skirt and jacket, probably a blouse on underneath. I almost laughed when she yanked the door open and out came, "You asshole, Willy..." The two black teenagers pushed into the front room and I heard them cut off a yelp from Carol as one of the guys grabbed her around the mouth. I was on the decking and getting it all. Carol was struggling a bit but one of the tall black kids had lifted her up off the floor...It was all over but the shouting. The other three team members were taking the stairs two and three at a time and I followed them into the cabin. Carol was being carried to the bedroom and the guy following was already taking out the velcro straps. Fuck ! This was great ! I detoured to the closet and switched on all the videos, then got back to the bedroom door as the first two were strapping her to the kneeler. She was screaming and yelling like all get out. "What...What...You mother fuckers...Think you're doing...Cut that shit out...Let me go...My husband's going to be here any minute...Oh ! What the fuck are you doing ?" She was bent over the kneeler, her ankles strapped to the base with her arms stretched to the floor. Some of the guys were already getting out of their clothes and the tall kid who carried her into the room was running his hand up underneath her skirt. Her ass was wiggling around like it was on fire. "Shit...Fuck...This is some hot pussy !" I panned the group and found three very hard cocks pointing out of very dark groins. Two of the guys were stroking themselves and let me tell you, they had very long, hard cocks in their hands. The guy with his hand between Carol's legs, dragged the kneeler to the center of the room and yanked her skirt up over her hips. All she had on was panty hose and they soon ended up stretched around her thighs. "Look at the hair on this bitch !" It was one of the small guys and he was sporting the fattest cock I'd ever seen. He moved over to Carol's bare ass and ran his hand into her bush. "Shit ! The bitch is hot for it...Her cunt's already wet." With that he poked his fat cock in between Carol's butt cheeks and grabbed a hold. It took him a few moments and a couple of adjustments but once he started fucking her; it was impressive. I moved in for a close up with the hand held and watched his fat, black cock fucking in and out from between Carol's ass cheeks. She was screaming to beat the band and finally turned to see who was assaulting her ass. When she caught sight of me, her eyes got real wide and the screaming abated a bit. If you asked me it sounded like she started to get into it...The screaming turning into moaning and I was pretty sure she was going to start egging the guy behind her on but then one of the tall black kids pulled up a chair and pulled her by the hair until her mouth was full of cock. The other three were sitting on the bed, passing some reefer back and forth when the guy fucking her came. He bellowed and groaned as he pumped his seed into her. I moved in for a close up and watched him pull his cum soaked cock out of her. Number two, another tall guy...Fuck ! With a foot long cock, taxied right up and buried himself in her swollen, red, cum slick cunt. I had a hardon like I hadn't in a long while...Yea ! Right, Willy ?! I turned and filmed Carol's head bobbing above the guy she was blowing. Really he had both hands on her head and was guiding her hungry mouth up and down on his cock as he sat in front of her. I could tell she was into it now and didn't need to be restrained but the rules said the first round, she remained tied to the kneeler and I wasn't about to change them now. Everyone was way too stoned for any rule changes. The guy, Carol was blowing, started cuming about the same time the guy behind her did. I got some good shots of Carol spitting what seemed like a quart of cum out of her mouth and held up number four so I could get a shot of her cum drenched pussy. Her pubic hair was matted with jizzim and some of it was dribbling down her thighs. Number four was another small guy but he had a real long pecker and wasted no time driving it into her. She was cuming and filling the cabin bedroom with shrieks of joy and that turned the team on even more. They were egging on the guy fucking her and then one of them shouted out. "Hey ! Fuck her in the ass...Don't want to wear out her cunt !" Carol lifted her head and turned to the guy behind her, "Yea ! Come on, stud...In my ass...Big boy !" The kid couldn't pull his cock out of her cunt fast enough. The first two times his cock slipped up the cheeks of her butt as he tried to plug into her ass. She was wiggling her ass around and that wasn't helping him. He scored on the third time and I watched as Carol's entire body tensed up as the guy pushed his cock into her bowels. She came a few minutes later. "Oooooohh ! Fuck...Fuck...Aaaagh...Yeaaaaaaa ! I'm cummmming...Fuck me ! Harder...Faster ! Aaaaagh !" The guy behind her was a blur, pumping his meat in and out of her anus and I was up close and personal, getting some terrific footage. Number five was standing off to the side and ready to go, stroking about an eight inch slab of dark meat. When the guy in her started to cum, I could see his gray spunk dribble out from around the cock he had buried in her ass. She was still cuming and thrusting her ass back at the guy. When he pulled out, I got a great shot of her wide spread anus, cum dribbling out of it. Her cunt was below it and still coated with jizzim, her pubic hair now more a light color rather than dark as it was drowning in lots of semen. Number five forced his cock into her cunt for a while and then started alternating between her asshole and cunt. I kept the close up going until he filled her anus with another load of teenage spunk. The first two to take her were ready to go again and as soon as number five was done, untied her and the five of them started to strip off her clothes. There were several "ooooh's" and "aaah's" as Carol does have a pretty terrific body for a forty year old. She was over on the bed on her back with one of them between her legs and he was just fucking the shit out of her. Carol was fucking back like a banshee and filling the bedroom with a torrent of profanity that would make anyone blush. The rest of the team were really turned on and even though they'd all had a piece of her, three of them were sporting rather impressive hardons and ready to go. The guy on her rolled off and her legs remained spread wide as the next took his place. Her cunt was gapping, a steady stream of semen draining out of her. Her legs were up around this guy's shoulders and I sat on the floor and filmed a little of his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. Her anus was visible amongst her drenched pubic hair, still squeezing out some cum. The second round lasted much longer than the first and I was afraid they'd fuck Carol to death. I didn't see how she could keep going and tried talking to a couple of the guys but they were so stoned I didn't think they had a clue what I was talking about. After number seven or eight...I wasn't sure...I lost count...Carol rolled over to her knees, spread her ass apart and yelled for someone to fuck her in the butt. I guess I underestimated her endurance. I went and sat down in the front room, figuring I had enough close ups. Several of the last loads were not quite up to standards, just a couple of squirts. I felt the team was running out of semen. ***** CHAPTER FOUR ***** Several of the young guys came out and sat in the hot tub so I wandered back into the bedroom. Carol was on top of one guy, riding him while sucking off one of the others. It didn't look like she was having much luck with the guy in her mouth. The bed was a mess of pecker tracks so I panned the bedding for some ending shots. Carol saved the best for last and tired to suck off all five while kneeling in the hot tub, the team surrounding her as they passed several joints around the circle. It was obvious to me that only one or two of them were going to produce anything worth filming but I did just the same. I caught some mediocre shots of one of them dribbling some spunk on to her tits. The best part was just getting some shots of her tits...They looked great, high up on her chest...Apple size, large apples at that, with real dark areolae and her nipples never seemed to get flaccid. The boy's basketball team had had it and after cleaning up in the hot tub, they dressed and were ready to go back to town. It was like after the big game and most of them were drained and too tired to even talk but the excitement of the evening was contagious and soon the five of them were high fiving each other and jumping around like all kids do when they're turned on. On the other hand, Carol just sat in the hot tub and waved as they trooped down stairs. One of them ran back up the stairs and said something to her but I was too far away to hear anything. I told Carol I'd be back in a couple of hours and drove the team back to 'Vegas. When I got back to the cabin, Carol was sound asleep. She slept for a little over fourteen hours. I was in the weed room when she woke. She crept up behind me and threw her arms around my middle. "Thanks, Willy. That was super...Really great." I turned and we kissed for a long time. We spent the rest of the weekend viewing some of the footage. Carol was anxious I get started on editing and told me she knew someone who'd be real interested in distributing it. I figured it was her new friend, Stephan and was surprised when she said it was Jay. I had a rough cut done by the following weekend and had Carol and Erin up to view the product. Erin appeared subdued during most of the preview but Carol was visibly excited. I thought it was pretty good ! When the tape ended, Carol stood, stripped off her clothes and dragged me to the bedroom. Erin followed and we spent the rest of the night quenching our hunger for each other. We polished up the film a little and on Sunday night previewed it for Jay and his wife, Charlie. Jay was stoked beyond belief and couldn't believe the sequence of Carol strapped to the kneeler...Thought it was some of the best he'd ever seen. We settled on a rather large sum and he paid us in cash before we left. Where the film ended up, I have no idea but Carol was trying to talk Erin into doing one...She thought the blonde hair would be even better. Erin was very cool to the idea and I don't think it went any further than that. I spent most of my time at the cabin, tending the crop as every time I traveled into town I felt I was being spied on...Maybe, followed is a better description. I was always very careful and would often drive about a hundred miles to get where I was going. I never caught anyone following me after that night with Lucy. Shit ! Maybe, it was her old man but I really didn't believe that. I'd traveled almost to Tonopah before turning back to town, stopping every twenty miles or so to squirt any pursuers out in front of me. I'd spent about three hours one morning going over the van and the SUV to make sure there was none of those tracking devices attached under the chassis or bumper or whatever. I was pretty confident the vehicles were clean. I arrived at the condo about eleven and smoked a little reefer before taking a nap. The girls wouldn't be home until after six so I figured I'd treat them to dinner after I hit an late afternoon matinee at the movie house. It was Christmas Vacation and there were a lot of kids lined up to get in the theater. After getting my ticket, I stood in line for some candy. As I was fishing around for a couple of bucks, I purposely dropped a joint on the floor. After paying, I moved off toward the theater and was stopped by a very nice looking young lady. I figured her to be fourteen...Maybe, fifteen. She was looking around like she was up to something and was very obvious. I figured she might be stoned already, turned and walked away. I entered the theater, taking a seat in the rear. The young lady sat a seat away. I stared at the usual advertising shit they show before movies, figuring it was just a coincidence that the young lady was in the same theater I was. It wasn't. "Aaah...Mister...You dropped this in the refreshment line." She was looking straight ahead but holding her hand out toward me. The joint was lying in her palm. I pushed her hand away from me and whispered, "It's yours." She whispered "Thanks" and watched the movie. When it was over, I stayed to watch the credits scroll...After all isn't that what old people were supposed to do ? She was at a bank of phones in the lobby, I figured calling someone to pick her up. I hit the head and when I got out she was gone. I wandered out into the parking lot and passed her sitting on the curb. I'm not sure she noticed me. When I drove by the theater, she was still sitting on the curb. I slowed and as I did she got to her feet and waved. I came to a stop and she hustled around the van and jumped in the passenger side. "God ! I thought you'd left." I chuckled. "Wana go smoke your joint ?" I smiled and accelerated out of the parking lot. Doug elbowed Larry and said quite matter of factly, "Wake up, asshole. He's driving away." Larry came awake abruptly and immediately lit a cigarette. "Fuck you, Doug...Where is he ?" Doug pointed and the two of them watched the guy pick up the young girl and motor out of the parking lot. My concentration on the young girl is probably the reason I didn't pick them up earlier. We were just turning on to Green Valley parkway when I noticed a vehicle about three cars behind me cut off another car moving into the left hand turn lane. It followed us to Highview and when it turned left with us I decided to fuck with them. I was torn between ditching the girl to concentrate on the car following me or ditching them and getting really fucked up with the darling young lady sitting next to me. The young lady sitting next to me won out. I accelerated to about fifty and coasted down the hill toward the condo and Valle Verde. Just short of Valle Verde, I turned right and worked my way through some residential area until turning South on Valle Verde. I accelerated again and finally ended up in the parking lot behind the Mormon Stake house up by Warm Springs. I was pretty sure I lost them but wanted to make sure they didn't pick me up accidentally just wandering about. The young lady was oblivious to my twists and turns and sat quietly in the passenger seat. After all we were going to get stoned and that was a very illegal activity in the Great State of Nevada. I could tell she was anxious to smoke the joint. She kept playing with it. I leaned over and popped open the glove compartment. Just inside was a fat sack of weed with my traveling bong lying next to it. "How about packing the bong. You can keep that for later." I kept a good look out and after she had the bong packed, pulled out and threaded my way through Foxridge on the way to...Well, where the fuck was I going to go ? If I went to the condo, the fuckers following me would probably pick me up again and the cabin was a long ways off. Just yesterday I'd done a photo shoot for that friend of Carol's out by Nellis. An abandon house with some real shitty furniture. I was pretty sure I could get back into it. I laughed. The first couple of shoots I did for this guy were in pretty descent hotels...I figured those young ladies yesterday were a bit underage and we were doing it at the shitty house because of it. "I'm Willy. What's your name ?" "I know...I'm Terry." I was paranoid now and just pulling onto the freeway, heading North. "How do you know my name ?" "My sister pointed you out when we were getting our tickets...Said she'd seen you at a couple of parties in Green Valley. She told me about this." She held up the sack of weed. I just nodded. I'd been attending quite a few parties and not only in the Green Valley area. My paranoia abated a bit. I got off the freeway at Charleston and motored up on to Sunrise Mountain. This piece of shit house was near where Gary lived and had a terrific view of the valley. I told her to wait in the van and hurried around to the back. The sliding glass door was easy to open and I moved through the house, making sure nobody else was there. I opened the garage door and drove the van into the garage. We were sitting in some real dilapidated patio furniture and the bong was cooking off like crazy. Both of us laughing and giggling, pointing out weird cloud shapes. The sun was low on the horizon and both of us had slant eye, looking into it...Yea ! Right ! We were fucking stoned as shit. Terry was laughing uncontrollably. When she started coughing, I slapped her back a couple of times. The sun disappeared and the lights of the strip started to twinkle in the distance. We started goofing on the lights and I packed another bong full. "What time do you have to be home, Terry ?" I must have thought ten minutes before I got it out and her answer took almost as long. "My parents are out of town...Won't be home until..." Sounded good to me. ##### Meanwhile back in Green Valley...Doug was driving up and down streets without any rhyme or reason. Larry was pissed. "Why the fuck didn't you stay closer ? Fuck ! We had him. He was probably going to sell some dope to the teeny booper...Could have nailed him...And you fuck it up." "Shut up, Larry. We're just supposed to shadow him and find out where his farm is...Not bust him. Wayne's got a little surprise in store for this mother fucker. The only thing we've got is the condo and Wayne's sure he's not growing dope there...Had the cops scope it out with infrared...Too cool." 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