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Author: Frederick T.
Title: You a Wise Guy ?
Part: 1 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (rape, violence)
Language: English
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@(C) 1999 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do,
they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the
people live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it
here as anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should
treat each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"You a Wise Guy ?"
Part One
(rape, violence)
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 young lady was very good looking with a terrific body and wasn't
wearing a thing. Her breasts were about the size of cantaloupes with very
prominent nipples poking out of areolae the size of silver dollars. She was
taking a drag off a marijuana cigarette although it looked more like a small
cigar. Her lungs were full of smoke and made her breasts push out of her
chest more grotesquely. They were very large. Her long, dark hair fell down
around her shoulders but wasn't long enough to cover her breasts or nipples.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, consciously
or unconsciously, the old man didn't know. Her cunt was totally shaved with
just a small patch of trimmed, dark hair up on her mons. The old man was
staring at what appeared to be moisture forming on her cunt lips. He looked
up and found her staring at him.
He smiled at her and noticed her glancing at his crotch. He had a reltne
in his jeans, felt light headed, all the blood having left his brain for his
groin. It hurt it was so hard. The young lady was again staring at his face
but he noticed her legs were now opening and closing. He'd heard that was a
form of mental masturbation. He laughed a soft laugh and lowered his head to
the view finder.
She was perfectly framed and kept opening and closing her legs. He took a
shot every time her legs spread and zoomed right in to get a good shot of her
cunt lips, fat and so inviting. His free hand grasped his cock and stroked it
a bit. They hardly ever noticed right away, especially after they'd smoked
some of his weed.
This one was quick and almost immediately let one of her hands slide down
her flat stomach and play with the hair on her mons. The old man kept
snapping away while slowly pulling his zipper down. He always felt it turned
them on if he played with himself and they were always amazed that his cock
never got soft...Well, not until long after he'd plowed it in and out of them
for what seemed like hours but that was probably the dope.
She was teasing her plump cunt lips with her fingers and he was stroking
his bare hardon. He noticed her hips start to wiggle around on the mattress
and figured that in just a few minutes the shoot would be over and she'd be
sucking him. After that he planned on eating her clean shaven cunt until she
begged him to fuck her. They almost always did. The old guy prided himself
on his ability to eat pussy and would often go at them for twenty, thirty
minutes...Until their orgasms were coming about every two or three minutes.
After that, fucking them was almost a let down...Almost.
She'd hooked her heels on to the bed railing, was arching her hips and
cunt up off the mattress...Had a finger in herself and the old man figured she
was just about to cum. He stepped away from the camera and dropped his jeans
then ripped off his "T" shirt. He moved toward her.
The young lady's eyes were slits, whether from the dope or her excitement,
he didn't care. He had his hands in her hair, was drawing her face to his
engorged member...
"Hey ! What the fuck is going on ? Why...You mother fucker...You're a
dead man...Fucker !"
The younger man rushed across the room, his hand going for the gun at the
small of his back, under his coat. The naked, old guy was much quicker than
he looked and through the window while the younger man struggled to get at his
gun. Kneeling at the window, the young guy could see a shadow moving off
through the desert. He aimed and squeezed off a shot...Saw the dust kick up
just to the left of the running figure. He steadied his aim but before he
could fire again the old man disappeared into the darkness.
The old man had sprinted for almost a hundred seconds and was gasping for
breath. The desert air was cool but sweat was pouring off him. That was
fucking close...And the gun shot was too close...Way too close. He slowed to
an easy trot and figured the young guy would never catch him now.
The mound came out of nowhere and he tripped over it. On the other side
was a shallow grave and as the old man got to his knees, found a body lying in
it. The corpse had long, graying hair; was wearing a blue nylon windbreaker
with khaki shorts and blue topsider tennis shoes.....
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
Rich Clark was sitting in the upstairs bedroom. He'd been watching the
tape for a little over an hour...Just got it yesterday...The guy who gave it
to him said it was the best gang bang video he'd ever seen...The guy had to
know it was his wife...Shit ! Maybe he really didn't ? Rich didn't care as
he counted the eighth different guy fucking her...Usually two...Sometimes
three at a time. The cunt was an animal. As pissed as he was, his cock was
hard as rock as he watched Connie sucking, fucking and taking loads of
cum...Up the ass, on her face, in her cunt.
Somebody knew it was his wife and arranged for this guy to offer him the
tape...He was positive. Who sent him this shit ?? Fuck ! He'd never seen
his wife so brazen, so sluttish. Yea ! He knew she liked to fuck but it was
always to please him...Get him more pussy...He was the only one to really get
her rocks off but here she was yelling and screaming for more cock and not one
of them was his. His temples hurt, blood pumping though his head.
He heard the garage door open and then close a few minutes later. The
bitch was home. He stayed in the chair and continued to watch as a black guy,
with a cock about as long as his, pumped what seemed like a quart of semen on
to his wife's face. Her mouth was open, trying to capture the guy's load.
She even leaned up and captured the guy's softening pecker with her mouth, to
suck and lick it clean. The blood was surging through his body. He heard
Connie walking up the stairs.
When Connie poked her head into the study she knew it was time. She
recognized the room and even the guy fucking her doggie style. God ! He had
a nice cock. She remembered him flooding her intestines with semen and then
there were two more after him. She tried to protect herself but Rich was all
over her, beating her with his fists, driving his knee into her groin...Her
stomach. She fell to the ground but the beating continued and finally the
bliss of unconsciousness over came her and she passed into "never never" land.
Rich was beat. The bitch didn't even try to fight back...Hardly tried to
protect herself. The cunt ! He was sweating like a pig but still had a
hardon like a crow bar in his jeans. He ripped off Connie's jeans and rolled
her to her stomach. It was dry. He had to force it in but better to hurt her
with and Rich wanted to hurt her. The cunt ! The next morning he threw her
out on the lawn after forcing every perversion he knew on her. Let the bitch
die fucking guys to feed herself. He was starting a new life if he could just
get the board of directors to forget about the half million they thought he
embezzled from the company.
*****
Almost everyone at the gate was staring at the woman who appeared to be
crippled as she walked off the plane. She was wearing a big floppy hat and a
scarf attempting to cover her face but that couldn't hide the beating she'd
taken. Carol rushed to help her but Connie pushed her away and walked by
herself as they moved through the concord. Neither of the women spoke.
They were in the Camery on the way to the condo. When Connie pulled off
the hat and scarf, Carol sucked in her breath. Both eyes were black and blue
and there were several bruises on her cheeks. "How bad was it, Connie ?"
"Fucking piece of cake, Carol...What the fuck does it look like ?"
"Don't worry...It'll be worth it...Your husband have any clue about the
sting ?"
"Fuck you, Carol...Is that all you can think about ? The fucker half
beats me to death and all you're worried about is the money angle...You cunt."
"Fuck you, too. You agreed to this...I didn't force you...You could have
backed out at any time and spent the rest of your life with him..."
The next morning, Carol put Connie up in a very exclusive private clinic.
She was getting the very best of care. When Carol visited, Connie always
asked about Willy but Carol put her off with. "Shit ! We can't let him see
you like this. He'll go crazy. Hey ! Did I tell you about the job I've
lined up for you ?"
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
"Where'd you find this ?" The man was wearing a warm up sweat suit and
sitting back behind a big desk. The room was dark and the air conditioner
kept going on and off, like it wasn't working properly. "And when are you
going to get the fucking air conditioner fixed ?"
The other man was sitting in a comfortable, stuffed chair across from the
desk. "Shit ! Boss, it's January...Only going to be in the low seventies
today...But the air conditioning guy will be here in an hour. And I got the
tape from Jay, Elija. He says it's the hottest thing going. You recognize
some of the guys in it ? Some of them are our guys !"
"I don't give a shit how hot it is. I want the fucking thing fixed
today...No fucking excuses." Elija paused for a few moments, staring at the
TV. The sound was turned down but the gang bang was still going strong. The
two of them had watched it for almost fifteen minutes before turning the sound
down. "You sure this is the Tamarack broad...And who's the other bitch ?"
"Positive...And the other broad...You're not going to believe
this...Tamarack's high school girl friend. You remember that sting we heard
about last Fall...that thing in California ?"
Elija just nodded his head. The guy across from the big desk continued.
"Well, guess what...It was this broad's husband who got burned...Gave five
hundred g's to some guys posing as political fucks...Were going to grease his
company for some import-export shit and then disappeared with the money...A
couple of months later the husband receives a copy of what we're watching in
the mail or something ? He kicks her out on her ass after beating the shit
out of her."
The man behind the desk looked up toward the ceiling. "Stephan...How deep
in the shit is this Tamarack guy ? And is it any good ?"
"Shit ! Boss...He's small time. Teeny bopper crowd...Goes to some of
their parties...Gives it away free most of the time but I've heard he's got a
couple young cunts working the high schools and the stupid fuck lets them keep
most of the money. He manages it in some account for their college education.
There's quite a buzz about this college shit...Still he's small time...But
it's quality weed. Also heard he's made some movies...For Jay. Teeny bopper
stuff mostly...Again, small time...But real popular and high quality. He
edited the video we're watching is what I hear."
"He edited the shit we're watching ?" Stephan just nodded his head, his
eyes glued to the screen as Carol Whitouski Tamarack appeared to be screaming
for another young stud to fuck her. Her body was covered with who knows how
many loads of jizzim. It was in her hair, dribbling down her breasts and
flowing out of her cunt like a river. In the background the other broad, at
least ten years older, was on her knees taking a guy doggie style while she
alternated between two hard cocks with her mouth.
"And this is Tamarack's wife ?" Again, Stephan just nodded...His eyes
still glued to the TV. "Stephan...Pay attention." Stephan looked over at
Elija. "Get the word out...I want to meet this Tamarack guy and the broad. I
don't care how it's set up...But I want it to be a set up...Maybe, some kind
of favor for the fucker...Or better yet...He does us some kind of favor. He
still shooting our girls...Right ?"
"Yea, Elija...Good work, too. But I think he's fucking just about
everyone of them...And they're always flush with dope after one of his
shoots."
"Who gives a fuck about that...God ! These women are animals...Any of our
guys fucking the Tamarack broad regular ?"
"Not sure, Elija...I'll check on it."
"Then...What are you waiting for Stephan...Get on it...Now !" Stephan
jumped up and headed for the door. Elija just stared at the screen. Two
black guys were sandwiching the Tamarack broad and it appeared she was
screaming for more. Elija had a hardon like he hadn't had in quite a
while...And he was a guy who didn't go without for long. He reached for the
phone and then fingered his rolodex for a bit.
"Drug Enforcement Agency...Special Agent Montana's office. Mr. Montana is
out of the office. At the tone please leave your name and a number where you
can be reached. All information is kept in the strictest confidence."
"Beeeeep."
"Elija here...Give me a call as soon as you can."
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
It was a Taco Bell over on the West side. I was sitting by the front
window and waiting for J.J. He was late as usual. I think he does more E&E
than I ever do ? I finally picked him up across the street. He was alone and
I was relieved Gee Gee wasn't with him. She always wanted to run up to the
cabin and fuck all day. Now, Gee Gee was a grade "A" fuck but it was the
familiarity thing. Jesus ! I'd been fucking her since...Shit ! I could
hardly remember ??
J.J. stood in line and ordered as I munched on a burrito. He finally
wandered over after picking up about three dozen of the hottest hot sauce
packets Taco Bell offers. Shit ! I'm surprised he could shit without his
asshole hemorrhaging blood. He took a couple of bites of his burrito, dabbing
each bite with tons of hot sauce.
With a mouth full of beans, he asked, "How'd the girl scouts work out ?"
"Great ! How was the dope ?"
"As usual, the fucking best shit I've ever smoked. God ! Some of these
young things get so fucking stoned they can't find their cunt with both
hands." He laughed as he swallowed a mouth full. "Gee Gee will be happy you
liked the girl scouts...She went to a lot of trouble getting the uniforms and
coaching the girls. Glad it worked out, Willy."
"Thanks, J.J. What you want to see me for ? I'm the one usually asking
you for a favor."
"Shit ! Willy you always come through with the best dope in the valley.
Been a lot of guys asking about it...I tell them I get it from California.
Cool ?"
"Thanks."
"Anyway...I got this problem..." He went on for about ten minutes. Las
Vegas was attempting to change it's image and there was quite a controversy
about it. Many of the casinos were catering to families...Trying to make Las
Vegas just another vacation destination...Theme parks at some of the
hotels...Amusement rides for the kiddies. The county had recently passed a
law against passing out hand bills on the strip. Now, most of the hand bills
advertised escort services or come to your room shit...I wasn't into that and
couldn't give a fuck what the county did...But lots of other people made their
living doing it. Was ok with me...It's a free country.
Anyway, J.J. didn't quite advertise that way...Hard to be passing out hand
bills advertising..."Hey ! Want to fuck a fifteen year old ? Call..." But
J.J. was involved with that underground in Las Vegas...After all there wasn't
much you couldn't get in 'Vegas even though prostitution was technically
illegal. He had lots of contacts and I was sure most of them were people who
I really didn't care to meet.
"...So...I know these guys...Carol knows some of them...Doing some favors
for her 'cause you're taking photos of their girls...Don't ask me what,
Willy...That's another thing entirely. But anyway, these guys do me a favor
every once and a while and they want a little pay back..."
He went on to describe what he wanted me to do. I wasn't hot on the idea
at all but could hardly refuse J.J. I'd have to talk with Carol about who
these guys were. Shit ! They could be the fuckers following me but I doubted
it.
I finally track Carol down at work and we agree to meet at the condo. She
bursts in, excited as all get out. "Willy...Great...You're going to do my
friends a favor."
"Aaah...Why didn't you ask me ? Why go through J.J. ?"
A long pause. She probably thought I was stoned. I was but that had
little to do with what we were talking about. After several minutes of
silence, I stoked up the bong and we got real stoned. I had to drag it out of
her and didn't get the whole story until late that night.....
.....And that's how I ended up in the closet that night. I'd wired the
room earlier and was to work the equipment while some big man politician
fucked the shit out of a fifteen, sixteen year old teenager. At least that's
what I figured ? There was only to be one copy and I had two cameras wired to
one VCR with two hotel TVs as monitors. I figured I'd cut and paste as I
went, taking the best angles as they came. I was to deliver the film to J.J.
the next day. Shit ! If it was a set up I didn't want to see the fucking
thing again.
I'm about half crashed, having just smoked a bowl of reefer and finished a
nice meal. I had the sound turned up on the TV to wake me when the action
started. The opening door jerked me awake. I pulled a chair over to the VCR
and switched cameras. An older man had just walked into the room. He looked
around like he was checking the place out. I was glad I spent some time
hiding all the shit.
The guy made a phone call but I couldn't make out enough to figure what he
was saying ? I sat back to wait for the entertainment.
Cindy Gorestine slowly made her way down the hall, looking for room 21215.
She could never figure out the hotel numbering systems. Cindy had graduated
last Spring from one of Las Vegas' many high schools and decided to work a bit
before going to college. Well, it really wasn't her decision...Her parents
didn't have a dime to their names, lived from pay check to pay check. No way
she could scrape enough together to even attend UNLV. She was working in a
fast food joint and still living at home when one of her friends mentioned
that she should start dancing for a living...The money was great and you got
to meet some guys with $$.
Her friend was dancing at a topless joint and taking home almost five
hundred a week. "Shit ! Cindy, with your body you could get a job, no
sweat." Cindy auditioned and was immediately offered a job. At first, she
was very self-conscious. Cindy had a very large pair of tits, probably the
biggest in her high school...And while she'd had her share of boy friends,
hadn't been exactly free and easy with her charms...But the dancing was ok !?
Great money and she kind of got a thrill out of all the men ogling her
breasts.
Her boss had offered her some after hours work and that's how she ended up
in the hall, looking for room 21215. She'd done the after hours shit a couple
of times before and couldn't believe the tips she got. She laughed. One guy
even offered her a hundred dollars for her panties and then rubbed them all
over his face as she danced in front of him. She was getting to be a pretty
good prick tease and would sometimes have to stifle laughter watching the
guy's crotches. Jesus ! They always got tremendous boners in their pants and
she was sure they were in the bathroom jerking off the second she left.
Cindy knocked on the door.
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
I zoomed in on the bimbo when she entered the room. Nice looking young
lady but nowhere near the age I thought she'd be. More like nineteen or
twenty. I turned up the volume and heard the guy talking some shit. I was
hardly paying attention, my eyes glued to the young lady's bust. This thing
had a large set of tits in her blouse and I was getting excited about getting
to see them.
The young lady was staring at the stack of hundreds the guy had sitting on
the bed stand. It was an impressive stack and I was sure she was wondering
how much of it she'd get to leave with. I laughed and torched up the bowl.
The girl started to get out of her clothes and stopped with just her bra and
panties on...One of those "V" cut things, showing a lot of hip and probably
her entire ass...The bra hardly covered anything and I could see the circles
of her areolae through it, rather small for the size of her tits.
She was prancing around and the guy was hot for it. He was waving a
couple of hundreds at her and then the bra came off. Jesus ! Nice tits !
Like small watermelons with good shape and just a hint of sag. I was getting
a woody. The guy lunged at her and almost fell off the bed. She laughed and
so did I.
When he lunged again, he caught her panties and now was dragging them
down. I was too busy watching her panties come down to notice the look on her
face. It was pure fear and she said something that I couldn't make out. The
guy was rolling on top of her and that's when I noticed that she was trying to
get away from him. She screamed real loud. He rose up over her and belted
her right across the face. Her head lolled around on the carpet as he
stripped her panties off.
He was on his knees, dragging down his pants when she started to scramble
away from him. He grabbed her light brown hair and hit her again. I was now
standing, blood surging through my body. I looked at the door, wondering what
the fuck to do ?? When I looked back he was knocking her head back and forth
on the floor with his fists. When blood started dribbling out of her mouth, I
moved to the door.
I sprinted down the hall and rammed my elbow into the glass of the fire
alarm. A second later the hall was flooded with a very loud alarm. I
scampered back down to my room after pausing at his door to yell, "Fire !" as
loud as I could.
The TV was filled with the guy trying to get his pants back on. The girl
was still lying on the floor with a lot more blood coming from her mouth. Her
eyes were swollen shut and her neck was at a very unusual angle. I could hear
other doors opening and some voices in the hall. I went to the door to listen
and figured the people were just milling about trying to figure out what was
going on ? I looked back at the TV and just caught the guy exiting his room.
I stood by the door and waited until the sound died down a bit and then
made my move. There were several knots of people down by the elevators and
some at the other end of the hall, still just milling about. I entered the
room and went to the young girl's side. She was still breathing. Her breath
smelled like puke. I rolled her away from the mess she made and lifted her to
the bed. She hardly weighed anything. I gathered up her clothes and began to
dress her. The hall was almost silent.
I peeked out and found several people down by the elevators. I went back
to the bed and lifted the young lady over my shoulder. Out the door we went.
I walked as fast as I could, could almost feel the eyes boring into my back.
About half way to the stairs I remembered the video gear. Fuck ! I wish I
wasn't so stoned all the time !? Yea ! Right, Willy !
I opened the stair well door and sat her down against the wall, moved back
into the hall way and sprinted back to my room. I loaded my back pack with
the VCR and moved next door to gather the cameras. In less than three minutes
I was sprinting back down the hall to the stair well. The hall was empty.
The young lady was struggling to get up and I squatted to help her. Her
fist flashed out and hit me right in the cheek. Fuck ! It hurt like hell. I
fell on my ass and held my hands in the air like she was holding a gun on me.
"Sorry about what happened but if you look closely...I'm not the mother
fucker who hit you. I pulled the fire alarm and we have to get our butts out
of here before people start asking questions. You can come with me. I have a
place you can hide for a while...Rest up and then I'll take you where ever you
want to go. Or you can go it alone ? Your choice."
She was massaging her neck and I just noticed that it was bruised and her
eyes were almost black. She was trying to focus on my face. I stood and
offered her my hand. Slowly, very slowly she reached out to grab it and then
we were moving down the stairs.
I kicked open a door to the outside and another alarm went off. The two
of us ran as best we could through the parking lot. I was disoriented and
wasn't sure where the SUV was ? I told her to sit between a couple of cars
with the back pack while I searched for the four by four. There was a large
crowd out by the front of the hotel. I steered clear and found the SUV right
where I parked it. I picked up the young lady and off we went.
I zigged and zagged for almost an hour before getting on I-15 and heading
for the cabin. My friend didn't say a word. I imagined she had quite a
headache and as we got on 95 North, she slumped against the door and slept
until we got to the cabin.
She came awake as I was lugging the back pack out of the SUV. She looked
scared to death. I held up my hands and almost whispered. "My name's Willy.
We're at my cabin...Nobody's going to bother us. There's a nice warm king
size bed inside and after I turn on the hot water heater, you can take a
shower and sleep as long as you like. I promise I won't hassle you...I'll be
sleeping in the loft...You can lock the door."
She tried to move and I could tell it hurt her. "Give me a second to put
this shit upstairs and I'll help you up." I took the stairs three at a time
and threw the video equipment on the bar. I was back down in just seconds but
she had struggled out of the SUV. I took her arm and finally had to put my
arm around her to help her up the stairs. I showed her the bathroom and threw
a clean "T" shirt on the bed. I was backing out the door, talking as I went.
"The hot water will take about three or four minutes."
It was a hoarse whisper. "Thanks, Willy...My name's Cindy."
***** CHAPTER FIVE *****
I woke early as usual and checked on the plants; torched up a bowl and
cooked a breakfast burrito. I checked all the cans, I'd strung around the
cabin and was in the "weed room" trimming a little leaf to roll some dynamite
joints with. She surprised me, was almost silent as she climbed down the
ladder.
"Is this what I think it is ?" I jumped and she started laughing. I wish
I could have laughed with her but her face looked like she'd gone fifteen
rounds with the "Greatest." The shock must have showed on my face. "Sorry, I
shouldn't have snuck up on you...I was afraid to go look at myself in the
mirror but your face..." That tapered off into silence and she started
crying. I went to comfort her but she backed away from me and struggled up
the ladder. I figured she needed a little time to herself; so stayed down
stairs, trimming leaf.
When I climbed the stairs, the bedroom door was closed so I started
rolling. It was a little after one before she came out of the bedroom. She'd
found some of Carol's or Erin's clothes and was dressed in jeans with a big,
heavy sweater on. It was still cold as shit up here. Jesus ! It snowed just
a couple of days ago. I started cooking her a breakfast burrito as soon as
she sat at the bar.
"I've got some errands to run this afternoon and probably won't be back
until dark. Nobody will bother you here and I'll lock the place up real good.
You can smoke a little reefer if you like...Might help you sleep ?" She
didn't answer.
She had a mouth full of burrito when my beeper went off. I picked it up
off the bar and checked the number. It was J.J. I'm sure he wanted to know
what the fuck went on last night ? It's not often a major hotel has a fire
scare and it's definitely not good publicity for Las Vegas.
"I've got to go...You need anything ?" She shook her head and I left. I
kind of wondered if she'd be here when I got back ? I stopped at the general
store and dialed J.J.'s cell phone. When he answered I said one word...Well,
really two. "Taco Bell."
I was down off the hill and cruising through the West side looking for the
same Taco Bell I'd met J.J. at a couple of days ago. I parked and wandered
inside. J.J. was already here, very unusual. I ordered some shit and went to
sit with him. He wasn't eating and as soon as I sat down, he started. "What
the fuck happened last night ? Jesus ! It's all over about the fire that
really wasn't a fire and as soon as I heard that...I figured you must have had
something to do with it." It wasn't a question.
I stared at J.J. a long time before answering and pretty much out lined
the whole thing, at least from my point of view. I neglected to mention that
the young thing was staying with me. It wasn't any of J.J.'s business.
"So he was beating the shit out of her ?" I nodded. "And you really
pulled the fire alarm ?" I nodded again. "Where's the cunt ?" I shrugged my
shoulders. J.J. looked off in the distance and then asked. "You got the
tape, right ?" It was on the floor and I nudged it over to his side of the
booth.
When the tape ran into his foot, he looked down. His eyes lit up like a
kid at Christmas and he looked up at me. "Willy...This is fucking great !
You got the whole thing ?"
"Not sure J.J. I was a little out of it watching this young thing getting
the shit beat out of her. I'm sure there's enough there to make your friends
happy but J.J., listen to me...Look me in the eye, buddy. No more favors for
your friends...All debts are paid...Last night was way to heavy for a peace
loving stoner like myself...Understand ?"
"Yea ! Willy, I understand. I won't ask again...Thanks...Sorry it turned
out that way...You sure you don't know where the broad is ?" I just nodded
while staring him right in the eyes.
He was eager to take his stash and book. I slowly ate my burrito and
watched him float through the parking lot. I finished my meal and wandered
out to the SUV. I stopped at the condo and found my friends parked in the
same place they were the other day, probably waiting for a return engagement
from the girl scouts. I laughed and scampered off toward the condo.
I left Carol a message on the chalk board that we hang on the refrigerator
and took off for the cabin. Cindy was sitting with her feet dangling in the
hot tub when I climbed the stairs. She waved and got up to meet me. A big
improvement and I figured she was feeling better.
It was overcast and the radio said there'd be snow tonight. Shit ! It'd
been in the low sixties in the valley. I wasn't sure about the snow, thought
the weather fucks were on drugs. Cindy wasn't very communicative but that was
ok. I torched up a bong and she was eager to take her turn. I also lit off
the hot tub and told her she could sit in it for a while before going to bed.
She looked at me like I was on drugs...I was !
I crashed early and rose early, too. I was doing a little trimming when
the beeper sounded. It was Carol and I left the cabin to call her. She was
talking a mile a minute when I cut her off. "Listen...Carol ? I'll be at the
condo about ten...Be there." I hung up and drove back to the cabin.
I left a note for Cindy and drove to the condo. I parked in the usual
place and after picking up a news paper, wandered through the green belts.
The headlines seared into my brain. A very prominent local politician had
just today announced his retirement from public office. The guy looked real
familiar.
Carol was waiting...A motor mouth, as usual. "Willy...Fucking fantastic !
Stephan thinks it's the greatest...Wants us to come out and meet some guy...He
wants to thank us personally. I've wanted to meet this guy for a long time.
That's why I was setting you up with the photo..." She came forward to
embrace me. I somewhat pushed her away.
I cut her off with. "You got the whole story, Carol ?" Her expression
told me she didn't but I was beyond explaining it to her. We got in the
Camery and drove out to this guy's mansion.
[Continued in]
"You a Wise Guy ?"
[part two]
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