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From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "Welcome to America !"{Frederick T.}(no sex)[5/5]
Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 00:11:04 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Welcome to America !
Part: 5 of 5
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (no sex)
Language: English

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

                               !!! WARNING !!!

    The following narration is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  You have been warned !  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 events introduced in some of my 
earlier writing.  If you like this story you might also like some of the 
stories at <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Frederick_T/www/>.  Located there is a synopsis 
of every story I've written...Like a road map...Pick and choose as you like.  
Characters who appear in earlier works will be identified the first time they 
appear in "The Stories."  And all of the characters are mentioned in the 
synopsis at the previously mentioned url.  It should go without saying; any 
resemblance between the characters in this story 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

                            "Welcome to America !"
                                  Part Five
                                   (no sex)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                             ***** EPILOGUE *****

    The convenience store had been under surveillance for almost thirty-six 
hours.  Three agents on site in under eight hours...Ten agents now...Some on 
foot...Some in vehicles.  Somebody, at the last minute, decided they wanted to 
do a little more than just talk...They wanted more of a debriefing and then 
they just...Just might discuss some options.  If the information was top 
grade...Well, maybe, just maybe, a deal could be made ?

    The communications were patched together at the last minute but the 
satellite hook-up was working at top speed.  There had been a lot of discussion 
earlier, on how many to expect ?  Some said it took at least five or six to 
neutralize the mansion...There were only three bodies and they had all been 
identified.  There was a good list of the comings and goings at the mansion 
out in the desert.

    Well, there was that last bit, just before the fire started.  A vehicle 
started flashing it's head lights out into the desert from right in front of 
the mansion...And then the three figures, out in front of the vehicle, almost 
posing with their arms around each other's shoulders...The weapons clearly 
visible, being pumped up and down above their heads.  After the vehicle 
disappeared, there was just the fire.....

    "...Got a vehicle approaching the store.  A Toyota van...Getting the 
plates now...California..."  The reception was super.

    "It's him...I'm sure of it."

    The radio again, "...False alarm...There's only two of them and they're 
way too old...An old lady is helping an old man into a wheel chair..."

    The old couple disappeared into the convenience store.  "Want us to send 
them in ?"

    "No !  Hold off...But run the plates."  It wasn't nearly time yet.

    "Well...What do you think ?

    "Did you read his file ?"

    "Fuck ! No !  He's just a fuckin' doper...Did you ?"

    "Yea...He often does some pretty strange shit."

    From the back seat.  "The car's registered to an Elaine Tamarack !"

    "I want the van followed...Three cars...Front and back.  We've got you 
now, fuck head !"

                                    #####

    At the rear of the store, I got out of the wheel chair.  My mother was 
laughing her ass off.  My dad was chuckling.

    "Sure hope we can look as lame as you two when we leave this pop stand..."

    My dad interrupted mother's remark.  "Thanks, son...For letting us meet 
Luci and Pablo...Dinner was just superb !"  We were embracing.  Erin was 
hugging my mom.

    It took a few minutes and then they were making their way to the van.  
Erin and I moved to the convenience store office.  I owed the owner a good chunk 
of change and after settling up; we sat down to wait.  Twenty minutes to go.

    At ten minutes to three a Dominguez Bakery Truck pulled up in front of the 
convenience store.  The way the truck parked, at an angle, just about ruined the 
view of the front entrance for about ninety degrees.

    Dale looked like a fool in the uniform.  "How's the truck drive ?"

    "It'll get us there.  Hank was pre-flighting when I left.  Luci and Pablo 
are aboard...Along with all our other shit.  I just hope you got this all 
figured out, Malibu ?"

    "Don't worry, Dale...I can damn near feel them out there myself.  They 
were shittin' their pants when the Toyota pulled up."  Erin was way amped.  So 
was I.

    "Erin's right...They've split their forces.  They're going to feel like 
idiots stopping my mom and dad.  Mortimer is going to ream their asses good."  
I started laughing.  "Ten minutes 'till kick-off.  Get the employees tied up."

    They were five minutes late.  A rental car with lots of power.  They 
weren't taking any chances.  There were two of them and they were dressed to 
rumble...Jeans, sports shirts and sport shoes.  One of them was carrying a gym 
bag.

    Dale was over stacking some bread.  I was dressed as a clerk, behind the 
counter and reading a newspaper.  Their heads were on a swivel when they 
entered the store.  If they'd split up a bit it would have been a lot harder 
but they didn't and came straight toward the counter.

    Right on cue, Erin stepped out of the freezer bare ass naked and yelled.  
"Anybody in here wanna fuck !"

    They both turned as one.  Too late now, guys.  Dale was standing behind 
them with the AK dangling from his shoulder.  When they looked back at me, I 
had the other AK lying on the counter top.  Threatening them but not quite.  
Dale pointed to his ear so I motioned Erin forward.  She was working her jeans 
back on but was topless.

    Erin relieved the agents of their ear pieces and communications gear then 
disarmed them.  She laid their weapons on the counter.

    "Well, I believe you two have a package for me ?"  I was motioning for the 
gym bag.  It was lying on the floor.  The younger agent picked it up while 
watching Erin fasten her bra.

    "They're quite nice tits for an old woman."  The agent turned several 
shades of red as he tossed the gym bag on to the counter.  I replaced the 
contents with what I ripped off from Elija's safe.

    "I'll trust that this is a fair trade ?"  I waited.  "Well...Is somebody 
going to answer that ?"

    "I thought we got to talk a bit."  It was the older guy.

    "Pretty much everything I know is in that gym bag...Right from the source.  
No guess work...His records...All I ever had was a hunch.  Just a `wag'."  The 
younger agent looked puzzled.  "A wild ass guess, sonny."  He colored again.

    "So I guess I'm going to have to trust you two that I'm getting what I 
paid for...All past sins forgiven and forgotten...A clean slate."  Erin was 
starting to tape their wrists.  "Well, that and the surveillance camera footage 
ought to make me sleep a lot better at night."  I laughed a little and watched 
Dale and Erin herd them into the manager's office.

    When they returned, I was already at the front of the store.  "Let's hit 
it, gang.  It much too fucking cold up here...Mazatlan here we come !  Dale 
wait until you see the surf..."

    The bakery truck was two blocks from the store before they sent in another 
agent.  Three vehicles left the convenience store two minutes later, speeding 
after the bakery truck.

    "Got sight of the truck yet ?"

    "No...Isn't the airport out this way ?"

    "Yea...Should be a couple of miles ahead of you."

    "We got that covered ?"

    "Way ahead of you.  Jake is out there with a vehicle.  They're toast."

                                    #####

    "Where's that guy going ?  And what kind of plane is that ?"  Jake was 
nervous.  He'd heard the pursuit on his comm gear and now this airplane was 
taxiing to the North.  "Where did that airplane come from anyway ?"

    "No sweat, sir.  The guy's just doing an engine run-up...He's warming them 
up on the way to run-up area.  Blows too much shit all over the place down 
here."  Jake Morrison relaxed a little.  They were getting close.  He looked 
over toward the highway and saw what looked like a bread truck zoom right by 
the entrance to the airport.  It was the first time he keyed his mic all day.

    "Got, what looks like, a bread truck speeding past the airport entrance.  
Airport secure."  Jake was very relieved now.

    Jake could actually follow the bread truck as it skidded into a left turn 
just beyond the airport perimeter.  The pursuit reported that they had the 
bread truck in sight.  Wouldn't be long now...The bread truck was no match for 
the horse power they had.

    Suddenly the bread truck was caroming off the road and into the grass.  It 
was heading right for the perimeter fence that surrounded the airport.  Shit !  
It was just three strands of barbed wire to keep the deer out.  The truck 
skidded to a stop just short of the fence and three figures rushed out of the 
truck.

    Jake had his glasses on them and watched as the two men spread the wire 
for the woman.  She was running on ahead as the men made their way through the 
wire...Across the mowed field toward the end of the runway.  The men were 
catching her now.

    Oh !  Fuck !  That airplane was taxiing on to the runway.  Jake screamed.  
"What the fuck is that guy doing ?!"

    The radio crackled a bit then out came, "Bryce Canyon traffic...Bryce 
Canyon traffic...Piper six tango foxtrot starting to roll for a South 
departure."

    "Stop him...What'd he say ?"

    "You're making too much noise for me to hear shit...Shut up for a moment."

                                    #####

    I was last.  Erin and Dale were already on board.  I climbed carefully 
into the airplane.  No sense fucking it up now.  It was a real nice Navajo.  
Pressurized, I noticed, as Dale slide the door shut.  Erin shouted, "Secured !"  
The plane lurched forward.  I had to grab hold of a seat.  Luci looked 
frightened.  Pablo was smiling, looking back at me as the plane accelerated 
down the runway.

    I heard Hank over the P.A.  "Welcome aboard Hemp Flight 001.  You all 
might want to grab hold of something."  I started laughing.  Approaching the 
parking area, we were about fifty feet off the ground, gear up and seemed to 
be moving right along.  Abruptly, Hank rolled her up on a wing and turned 
ninety degrees to the runway, away from the parking area.  We were quickly 
approaching rising terrain.  I squatted down a bit to get a better look out 
front.

    Another hard turn to the right and we were flying down a narrow valley 
that spread open in front of us.  Still no more than fifty feet off the 
ground...We were on our way to Mexico !

                                     end

                             !!! COMING SOON !!!
                               *** "Chaos" ***


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