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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - A New Year
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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, several notes.  The following is a sex story.
A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters
and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is
properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility
for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's
hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility.  Wow !  Don't
get me started.

   All my stories are total fantasy.  They are fiction, made up.  MSU (made
shit up).  I started this effort in several forms before deciding on "The
Chronicles" for a direction.  Yes !  Willy is back !  Willy establishes his
creed with Carlos Santiago and begins planning an assasination.  Micky
Rincon finds himself on the team.

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination...The characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for background and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Chronicles of

   Willy Tamarack

   A New Year

   (MF+ MF oral fist anal)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Forty-nine

   The party ramped up as soon as the four of us came down stairs.  I was
impressed that nobody asked about what went on up stairs.  Not even about
the "smoke off." Anyway, there was plenty of weed on the bar and half of it
was mine, lots of purple and orange stuff.  This was going to be fun.

   Carlos had a drink in his hand when he came down the bar with Trina in
tow.  She looked stupendous !  Her tits were like small watermellons.  They
jiggled with her every movement.  I had a hard time focusing on Carlos and
that was always dangerous.  He was pouring me a slug of Jack Daniels.  She
was standing next to him.  Her blouse so sheer her breasts appeared nude. I
could easily see her nipples, large slugs of meat.  She was also very
stoned.

   Carlos pushed the drink toward me.  We were at the end of the bar and
Carlos had his back to the rest of the party.  "So tell me about the
Russian.  And don't try to bull shit me, Tamarack."

   I mentioned the Russian earlier for one reason only, to establish my
street creed with Carlos.  I still didn't think he took me seriously.  This
was a mano-a-mano thing.  He'd been after me for years but never been able
to corner me.  I wanted to keep it that way.

   "You mean, Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski ?  The Agency paid me a half a
million to erase him.  It's always rewarding to do contract work for the
government." This was total bull shit !  Well, the guy's name was correct.

   "Fuck you, Tamarack !  What agency you talking about ?"

   "Don't believe me, do you !?" It was more of a statement.  "And it's the
Central Intelligence Agency, Carlos.  Heard of them ?  It's always good to
work for the guys in the white hats.  You remember Carmen Starks, don't you
?  You showed up at her place a couple of times, looking for my weed."
Carlos looked confused.  What did this have to do with the Russian ? 
Tamarack was taking a swallow of Jack.

   "An air conditioning truck was on the way to the Russian's place to fix
his air conditioning one early morning as I remember.  Carmen and serveral
of her friends intercepted the truck.  I think there were five girls in
all. All naked in the middle of the street and the truck stopped on a dime.
Erin, a guy named Dale Haggerty and I substituted for the real air
conditioning guy.  We tied up his guards and then smoked Elija and his
right hand guy, Stephan.  Unfortunately one of my wives, Carol Tamarack,
who was living with the scumbag, was killed in the exchange.  Call Carmen,
she'll tell you about the air conditioning truck.  She doesn't know shit
after that...Well, except for the fire works." Tamarack took another slug
of Jack.  Carlos was shocked into silence.  He couldn't throw the bull shit
flag on a thing Tamarack said !

   Carlos remembered the very hot looking Hispanic girl, who was one of
Willy's girls.  She advertised it.  The weed she produced was out of this
world.  Carlos had her followed for months and never came close to finding
out how she scored her dope.  She quit distributing about the time the old
man disappeared and was now working as a manager in one of the better
resturants in one of the better hotels on the Strip.

   Tamarack was flirting with Trina.  Carlos moved away from them and dug
out his cell phone.  He spied Snake and Colleen Gilbert dancing out by the
pool with several other couples.  Carlos moved toward the pool.

   I decided to wait inside.  I was sure this was going to cement me to
Micky Rincon's friends.  It would make my bones, so to speak.  I decided I
wanted that protection.  Forget the distributing, a total pain in the ass.
Just grow.  The legend was already established.  These people would push my
brand name.  It would bring more money.  After all it was a business.

   I hope I didn't fuck up Carmen's evening.  Shit !  She was almost thirty
now.  I wondered if she finished her degree ?  She had plenty of money to
do so.  I watched Carlos talking on his phone.  There were lots of people
down by the pool.  Most of the ladies wore sweaters.  Casey was dancing
with Amanda.  I didn't see the young lady he was with at Christmas.

   I turned to Trina and asked.  "And when are you going to show me those
lovely breasts of yours ?" I leaned forward and blew my warm breath on to
her cleavage.  I straightened up and offered her another hit of weed. 
After taking a good drag off the pipe, she put her hand on the bar to
steady herself.  I ran my hand up her bare arm to her shoulder.

   Trina Sanchez felt herself floating above the crowd.  She could see
Carlos down by the pool.  That slut Gina was pulling on him to dance. 
Carlos was pushing her away.  She wanted to dance nasty for this old man.
He was still staring at her breasts.  So bold about it; even with Carlos
around.  It turned her on.

   *****

   Carmen Sparks looked at her phone again.  It was a text message. 
Subject: Willy Tamarack.  The past flashed through her mind in just an
instant.  She looked at the rest of the message.  "Call me now.  Carlos."
She tried to recall a "Carlos." All that was so long ago.  She stopped
selling when she graduated from UNLV's hotel management program.  Plus he
disappeared again.  It was so easy in college but she couldn't see bringing
"dealing" into her professional life.  So she walked away.  She remembered
Carlos now.  The dark skinned Cuban, a dangerous man Willy used to tell

them.  What could she tell him about Willy Tamarack now ?

   She turned the floor over to her assistant manager and made her way to
the employee's restroom.  She graduated five years ago this December. 
Hadn't seen him in at least that amount of time.  She pressed dial.  It was
ringing.

   He answered with, "Is this the Carmen Sparks who used to deal for Willy
Tamarack ?"

   "Yes it is and I haven't seen him in over five years."

   "Yea.  I know that.  How's the gig working out at the new place ?"

   She was surprised he knew where she was working.  But then he was able
to get her phone number.  "I'm happy here, Carlos.  Come one night and I'll
comp you and your guest."

   "I'll take you up on that offer, young lady.  Now tell me....." He
talked for several minutes.  Carmen remembered every second of it.  How
exciting it was.  Running around naked in the middle of the night,
hijacking the air-conditioning truck.  And then all the explosions.  The
girls could feel them; they were so close.  Twenty minutes later they were
leaving the area as the cops and fire engines, with their lights going bat
shit, flew by them going in the other direction.  Never even saw Willy that
night.  But she knew he was behind the fire works !

   *****

   Carlos closed his phone and looked around the pool.  There she was,
Tamarack's wife, with Rusty.  Carlos looked back up at the Hacienda.  He
could no longer see Tamarack or Trina.  Micky Rincon pushed two women right
in front of him.

   "Come on, Carlos.  A mother-daughter team.  How can you pass it up, man
?" He was drunk.  Carlos pushed by him and cut in on Rusty.

   "Take a walk for a while, Rusty." And while Rusty was Snake's personal
pilot and a good party guy, he didn't fuck with Carlos or Casey, for that
matter.  He knew their history and realized that he'd never be an inside
guy with this group.  But that was okay with Rusty.  He wandered away from
the pool, back toward the bar.

   Carlos marched Erin Tamarack to the other side of the pool away from all
the dancers.  While dancing with Rusty, Erin had noticed Carlos walking out
of the Hacienda and wondered what the phone calls were all about.  She
looked him right in the eyes when he turned her around.  He didn't appear
pissed, but concerned.

   "Tell me about the Russian." Carlos demanded.  Erin smiled up at him.

   "Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski.  Willy's other wife, Carol, first met
him around Saint Petersburg, Russia, formerly the U.S.S.R., when the three
of us were doing a little contract work for the C.I.A in the late nineties.
He emigrated to the states and set up shop right here in the 'Vegas Valley,
organizing arms sales and living the good life.  He was hot for Carol so
the fucker drops a dime on Willy's grow house up near Mt.  Charleston.  DEA
burned it to the ground with Willy in it.  Pissed Willy off so he got even
a couple of years later.  The Russian's place burned for days.  We watched
it on TV after high tailing it up to Bryce Canyon to met up with some
agency guys.  Then we flew off to Mazatlan and set up Willy's farms. 
That's all I know, Carlos.  Willy can fill you in on the details."

   Carlos' brain was in overdrive.  He felt weak, turned abruptly and
walked away from her.  Erin Tamarack watched him go.  Willy had Carlos
spooked.  A very bad feeling for a guy in Carlos' position, a security guy,
a hunter.  She figured he would go straight to Snake but he didn't and
instead disappeared inside the Hacienda.  Erin wandered around the pool and
back to the party inside.

   Chapter Fifty

   The music was loud in the bar but the larger crowd was out by the pool,
dancing.  Erin picked up a margarita off the bar and took a hit off a pipe
laying near by.  It was Willy's stuff.  She immediately tasted the
difference.  She scanned the sparse crowd in the bar.  Carlos had
disappeared.  So had Willy and Trina.  Erin made her way across the room
and behind the bar.  She slipped into the hall and fit her card into the
slot.  The door opened and Erin eased into the room, closing the door
behind her.

   Trina Sanchez looked toward the door when the light flashed into the
room from the hall.  She was naked as a jay bird on the bed and lying back
on her elbows with her legs spread over the edge.  Her tits were jiggling
around like large bags of jello as his head moved around between her legs.
Her areolae were large dark circles with nickle sized slugs for nipples. 
Her tan thighs were flexing as the mouth between her legs sucked her brains
out through the hole between her legs.  This old man could eat pussy.

   I rose between Trina's legs.  Erin was already out of her skirt and
blouse.  She looked hot in the matching white bra and panty set.  The
panties didn't quite cover the dark thatch of hair that covered her cunt.
Trina was starting to dance on the fingers I had fucking in and out of her
waxed cunt.  Her crotch was bathed in juice.  This was one juicy Lucy !  I
thought of another of my wives.

   I buried my face back between the Latina's thighs.  I could feel Erin
climb on to the bed.  Trina started moaning a moment later.  She could no
longer control herself.  She felt plugged into a light socket that was
pulsating at a different frequency.  The old man, between her legs, was
using his fingers, mouth and tongue like the best woman she'd ever had. 
His wife was sucking on her tits wearing a young girl's bra and panty set.
It was erotic.

   Trina started bucking her cunt back against the fist that was now
fucking in and out of her.  The old man's wife was down there with him,
spreading her legs wide.  They both started eating her.  One of them was
eating her ass.  Now a dick was being pushed into her mouth.  She eagerly
sucked on it.  It was hard and hot in her mouth, fucking in and out between
her lips.  A fist was in her cunt and she had a cock in her mouth.  She was
starting to have orgasms.  She was being sandwiched by flesh.  There was a
cock in her but it was hard to tell where, her mouth, her cunt, her ass ?

   Trina was crying out.  I was on my knees behind her, spreading her ass
apart.  Erin had lined my cock up with her asshole.  I was in her, but she
was far from tight.  I could imagine Carlos driving this huge, black cock
in and out of her ass.  I started fucking her.  Erin had her head between
my legs and was licking my balls as I drove my cock in and out of Carlos'
girl.  It always feels good to bone another guy's girl.

   She was riding him.  His cock was in her ass.  His wife was squating
over his face and he was eating her cunt.  The wife was leaning forward and
sucking on her tits.  Trina was going to cum again.  She leaned back and
drove her anus on and off the cock she was fucking.  Trina was out of her
mind.  Sweat was rolling down between her breasts to her belly.  The woman
was licking her belly, her breasts were bouncing off the woman's head.

   I was wiped out and climbed over on to the other bed.  Erin remained
with Trina.  They were both asleep.  I crashed and had no idea where Amanda
was.  I smiled.  But one thing I was sure of, Carlos was upstairs making
phone calls.  The sound of the party was almost background noise, just some
music.  I was asleep in under a couple of minutes.

   *****

   Carlos leaned his head back and drained the beer bottle.  He got up and
crossed the room to his bar.  He bent to get another beer.  The party was
almost a non-event now.  Carlos had seen Snake and Colleen Gilbert come up
stairs over an hour ago.  It was well past one a.m.  The phone rang. 
Carlos ran to get it.

   "Yea, I'm here." He listened for over four minutes and drank all of his
beer.  He was on the way for another.  No weed tonight, especially that
fucker, Tamarack's.  There was just something about it that he couldn't
quite put his thumb on.  "How reliable is this ?" Carlos listened for
another two minutes and then flipped his phone closed.  He got up to get
another beer.  He wondered where Trina was ?

   He'd talk with Snake tomorrow.  Casey, too !  Maybe even, Yachtsman ? 
There was no longer any doubt.  He was more than convinced now.  Tamarack
led a three man team that had taken out the Russian arms dealer.  There was
surveilance video of them posing together with their weapons as the arms
dealer's home started to explode into flames in the background.  The feds
told the locals to back off.  It was a federal case and they'd handle it.
But the investigation ended less that three weeks later.  National security
was the reason cited.

   Carlos got up and crossed the room.  He looked out over the lake.  In
the black night, he could barely see the place Tamarack pointed to earlier.
He wondered if Tamarack was really going to live and grow there ?  And what
about the Mexicans ?  He'd have to say that Tamarack just might have the
ability to pull this off, especially if he had the backing of the C.I.A. 
And Carlos' police captain friend was pretty sure that Tamarack had some
kind of government protection.  His military records disappeared and all
mention of his name in all governement agencies, especially the D.E.A., was
wiped clean the same day the Russian's place went up.

   *****

   When Trina woke, she was on a couch in the bar.  Music was still playing
and she could hear people splashing in the pool through the open door.  She
couldn't remember how she got here.  The last place she remembered being
was Tamarack's room.  She was naked then.  She was naked now.  Trina got up
and made her way upstairs to Carlos' room.  She hoped he was there.

   She knocked on his door.  The buzzer sounded almost immediately.  Trina
pushed into the room.  Carlos turned from the bar and stared at the naked
T.V.  weather woman.

   "And where have you been this evening ?" Carlos laughed.  "Do you know
you're naked ?" The Latina was still stoned as shit.  She started laughing
and told him in Spanish that she didn't know where her clothes were. 
Carlos bet they were in Tamarack's room.

   "Go get in bed, Trina." Carlos patted her bare butt as she walked by him
toward the bedroom.

   *****

   Amanda Fisher was sitting on his face.  She still had her clothes on but
obviously wasn't wearing any panties.  Casey Swartz was licking her cunt
like a windshield washer blade.  Mister Swartz was naked, lying on his bed.
Earlier he had Amanda suck his cock.  Snake told him she sucked cock like a
pro.  He wasn't wrong either.  She swallowed every drop of his load.

   Casey pushed the young thing off his face.  Her cunt was a slash of wet
flesh, dripping with cunt butter.  "Get out of your clothes, girl." To be
honest Casey couldn't remember her name but that wasn't going to stop him
from fucking her.

   His cock was spongy as he watched the the skinny brunette step out of
her skirt and begin to pull off her blouse.  She was nude below the waist,
her plump, waxed cunt lips clearly visible at the juncture of her thighs.
She didn't look over fifteen.  Now she was naked, her breasts hardly mounds
on her chest with tiny, light brown areolae.  Her nipples were like pencile
erasures.  Casey grabbed his cock and started pulling on it.

   The little bitch crawled up on the bed and sounded like a ten year old
when she asked, "Want me to take care of that for you, daddy." Casey rolled
to his back; her mouth descended on to his cock head.  Moments later Casey
was hard as stone and watching the young thing's mouth slide up and down on
his dick.

   Amanda took her mouth off his cock and replaced it with her hand.  She
started jerking him off.  She formed a large loogie of saliva and dribbled
it on to his cock head as she jerked on his cock.  Her hand started jerking
him faster.  Amanda was ready.

   "I'm going to fuck you, daddy." Casey remained motionless as the
teenager climbed over him, grabbed his cock and forced it right into her
butt hole as she sat on him.  It was like his dick was in a vice grip.  He
could feel her squeezing him.

   Amanda was up on her feet, squatting over his cock.  She placed her
hands on his shoulders and started pumping her butt on and off Casey's
cock. She was like a machine, her anus plunging on and off his cock.  She
knew he wouldn't last long.  His hands grasped her hips and he started
assisting her.

   Casey was beyond holding off.  He was ready to blast off and here it
came.  The head of his penis exploded and pumped spurt after spurt of hot
cum into her bowels.  She was still fucking him.  He couldn't keep up with
her.  He'd fucked a lot of teenagers in his life time but this little bitch
was way out there !

   Amanda collapased on top of him.  They were both sweaty.  His cock was
the perfect fit for her asshole.  Snake had been too big but still she'd
let him fuck her senseless.  She could feel his cum dribbling out of her
anus.  His cock had shrunk out minutes ago.  She chewed on his shoulder.

   "Go to sleep, you nympho." She started licking his shoulder.  He spanked
her ass very hard.  Amanda rolled off Casey and padded to the bathroom. 
When she returned, he was asleep.  She dressed and let herself out of the
room.

   Amanda poked her head into the bar and found it empty.  The tiki torches
were still burning but the door to the pool and lake was closed.  Amanda
found her key card and opened the door to their room.  Willy and Erin were
asleep.

   I felt the door open, saw the light flash into the room and sat up
immediately.  Amanda stepped into the room.  "How'd it go, Amanda ?" She
quickly closed the door.  The room became dark again.

   "Just like you said, Willy.  I think I'll be back.  How was the T.V. 
lady ?"

   I laughed and lit a pipe.  A few moments later I squeaked out.  "Pretty
hot." Amanda was hitting off the pipe.  "What time is it ?" I asked.

   "About four, I think." Amanda was out of her clothes and climbing into
the other bed.  "Night, night, Willy."

   Chapter Fifty-one

   It was almost noon before Erin and I got into the shower.  We packed and
dressed.  Amanda continued to sleep in the other bed.  I preceeded Erin by
a couple of minutes and had the grill warmed up before she arrived.  The
bar was empty.  I noticed that the helicopter and the ski boat were still
anchored at the Hacienda.

   Erin was sitting on one of the couches, watching a rerun of the New
Year's day parade in Pasedena on some local channel.  I was more interested
in the Rose bowl game.  I figured most everyone else was still sleeping.  I
had eggs, onions, peppers, ham and bacon cooking on the grill.  The
tortillas were already warmed.

   The door behind the bar opened and Carlos stepped behind the bar.  Trina
followed him.  Her clothes, from last night, were neatly folded and laying
on the end of the bar.  I looked up and caught Carlos' glare.  I stared him
down.  Trina started mixing a pitcher of bloody marys.  I smiled at him and
he sat at the end of the bar.

   He was drinking a bloody mary when I pushed a plate of eggs and
tortillas down to him.  He started eating.  "You get a hold of Carmen ?" He
looked up at me and just stared for a moment before nodding his head.  I
tossed some more eggs on the grill.  Snake and Colleen Gilbert entered the
bar and I could hear several voices in the hallway.

   In just moments I was cooking for more than a dozen.  Booze was starting
to flow; some even were smoking bowls.  I was sure Carlos had not spoken to
Snake.  It was obvious.  Snake had not a care in the world and was one of
the ones smoking a bowl.

   The party petered out after the Rose Bowl game ended so Erin, Amanda and
I got on the first boat out with Perry and Mandy Hooter.  I drove and the
rest of them piled into the Camry.  Three hours later later we were driving
into the garage of our Lake Las Vegas home after dropping the Hooters off
in Green Valley and picking up some more supplies.

   *****

   Micky Rincon was making his way toward the passenger pickup area at
McCarran International Airport.  It was crowded.  Lots of people heading
home after a New Year's in 'Vegas.  He'd just seen Ashley, Adell and Libby
off, on their way back to SoCal.  He glanced at his watch and slowed his
pace.

   He stopped at one of the stores along the concourse and window shopped.
Two minutes later he continued on toward the bagage claim area.  He arrived
at the passenger pickup area at the precise time and saw the dark blue
Camry passing through the crosswalk.  Micky turned right and headed toward
the curb.  The Camry was slowing.  The back door on the passenger side was
already coming open.

   Micky slid into the back seat and before he slammed the door closed, the
Camry was moving again.  His wife was driving.  The old man was sitting in
the back.

   "Relax, Micky.  It's about the same distance to our place as the
hacienda.  Just no boat ride.  What a party, huh !  Hey !  How come you
always get the helicopter ride !?" I was in a good mood and high as a kite.

   Micky sat back.  "Yea.  It was super.  I think they like you, Willy.  I
know Snake does.  He can't stop thanking me for hooking you two up."

   "I'm not sure Carlos shares that sentiment." Erin called into the back.
"Move up here, Willy, so I don't have to yell."

   I moved forward and climbed over into the front seat.  Micky leaned
forward on to the back of the front seat.  Erin continued.  "Carlos corrals
me last night just as Rusty is making his move to get in my pants, while
everyone is dancing.  You should have seen the look of fright on Rusty's
face when Carlos came and got me.  Anyway, he asks me about the Russian. 
After I finish sketching out the story...Oh !  Fuck !  He's got that
thousand yard stare, Willy.  You've hit a home run, honey."

   Micky Rincon had no idea what we were talking about but exclaimed, "I
find that hard to believe.  Don't fuck with Carlos.  He's is a killer. 
Don't kid yourself here, Willy.  I know that for a fact."

   "I know that too, Micky.  What we're talking about all happened a long
time ago, after you left that summer.  At one point I suspected your father
dropped the dime on me because I hid you and lied to him about it.  But the
facts are, one of my wives got involved with this Russian gangster.  Turned
to the dark side, so to speak.  So this Russian asshole drops a dime on my
place up in Lee Canyon.  The D.E.A.  shows up and blows it all away and I
have to leave town for several years."

   We were on the Two-fifteen, heading east.  I was taking a drag off a
joint.  I handed it back to Micky.  Erin was doing about seventy-five just
to keep up with traffic.  We were approaching the "Hender Bender."

   "So when I get back, Erin and I plus a friend of ours smoke the
Russian's place.  Burned for a couple of days.  Big news item.  You were
off defending the country at the time.  And I thank you for that, Micky.  I
mean that.  I know what service to our country means." Micky Rincon was
stunned to silence but didn't know what to say anyway.  "So, I tell Carlos
the whole story New Year's Eve.  He spent most of the evening hitting up
his sources, I'm sure, trying to confirm what I told him." I take another
hit off the joint and handed it to Micky.

   "Several months ago a whole bunch of guys with automatic weapons show up
at my farms in Sinaloa, Mexico.  They ripped off my people for over three
tons of quality weed.  Then chased my family out of Mazatlan, tracked them
to Salt Lake City and gunned them down in the street." What is now a roach
was back in my hand.  We were past downtown Henderson and heading out to
our Lake Las Vegas Villa.  That's what I called it, anyway.

   "They also gunned down a friend of mine, right here in Henderson !  And
tried to rip off his weed.  I'm sure they're still looking for me and
Erin." Micky was taking a drag off the roach.  We were turning into the
Lake Las Vegas property.  Soon we were driving past the casino/hotel.

   "So it's payback time.  I plan to lure several cartel fuckers up here
and assasinate them.  I need a sniper on the team." Micky laughed out loud.
Erin was turning onto the property.

   "You serious, Willy ?" Micky asked after several moments of silence.  I
was taking a drag and just nodding my head up and down.  The garage door
was coming open.  Inside the garage, Amanda was standing by the doorway to
the kitchen.  I threw the roach out the window.  Amanda started the door
down as soon as the Camry was inside.

   I led Micky upstairs while Erin and Amanda rustled up some munchies. 
The drapes were pulled aside and the lake was spread out for almost a
hundred and eighty degrees right in front of us.

   "Wow !  Super view, Willy !  Better than Snake's !" I was packing a pipe
with weed.  The floor was littered with four or five air mattresses.  Most
were covered with sheets.  There was only one table and it was fairly low,
like a Japanese thing.  There was no bathroom up here.

   "The patio is just as good.  Down stairs...Oh !  Hey !  I'll have to
give you the tour.  Forgot you haven't been here." I was very stoned. 
Micky was still looking out the windows.  The girls were coming upstairs.
It was quite dark now and the room glowed in the flicker of two oil lamps
on the low table.

   "Micky, this is Amanda Fisher.  Not sure you met her the other night."
Micky looked over at the teenager and remembered her dancing with Casey. 
Ashley thought she was too young to be at a party like this.  He nodded to
her.

   "Hi, Micky Rincon.  I've heard nasty stories about you !" Amanda greeted
him.  Erin had a big smile on her face.  I started laughing.  Micky sat at
the table.  Erin threw a couple of bags of chips on to the table.  Amanda
was opening a can of coke.  There was what's left of a six pack on the
table.  The laptop was also there.

   "Micky, I'm deadly serious about this.  I need a sniper.  You in or out
?" I challenged him.  Micky was taking a drag off the pipe.  Erin was
munching on chips.  He exhaled before answering.

   "Like, we're just going to go out and do this ?"

   Erin answered him.  "Hey, Micky.  Didn't he just tell you the story
about how we smoked this guy who fucked us !?  This is going to happen. 
This isn't seducing old ladies and draining their bank accounts.  This is
evening the accounts.  Killing people.  You on board, sniper ?"

   Micky was handing the joint to Amanda.  They were all staring at him. 
He honestly didn't know what to say ?  Other than hiding out at this guy's
place for a couple of months over ten years ago, he didn't know shit about
Willy Tamarack.  Could this actually be going down ?  Even Snake didn't do
anything this crazy.

   I brought the laptop out of hibernation.  "And of course we're not just
going to go out and do it.  We've done a ton of planning.  You ever hear of
the six "P"s, Micky ?"

   "Of course I have.  Prior planning prevents piss poor performance.  That
saying is all over the military."

   "Well, then what are you worried about ?  After we finish the planning,
you'll be on board.  Add a little excitement to your seditary life since
you got out.  And don't worry about Snake.  He'll be on board and so will
Carlos, believe me on that one.  A future competitor is going to get kicked
in the balls and they won't have to do a thing except to keep their noses
clean." Another pipe was making it around the room.

   I brought up the first Google map.  It plainly showed the shopping
center and parking area with the neighborhood surrounding it.  I used the
mouse as a pointer.  "Okay, the anchor is The Mercado.  Just like a Smiths
or Vons but sells a lot more Mexican and Latin American food.  The rest of
the shopping center is a mish mash of small shops.  A bootery, flower
store, dress shop, one of their botanical stores which is like a pharmacy.
In the back is a outdoor cafe right across from the bootery.  Just three
tables but perfect for what I have in mind..."

   The briefing went on and on, for over an hour.  Micky was amazed at the
detail of the planning.  The chips and dip were gone.  The youngster was
asleep.  Erin was packing another bowl.  The old man was shutting down the
computer.

   "So does Snake have any idea what you're up to ?" Micky Rincon was torn
between his loyalty to Snake and his loyalty to a guy he hardly knew.

   "I'll be briefing him shortly, days before `D' Day.  But you should call
him as soon as you get back to the beach and tell him I'll be in touch
soon. Tell him I need some assistance from him and Carlos.  This is really
a three part operation and you know just one of the parts.  The other two
are just as important and will allow us to just disappear into the crowd.
You drive to SoCal and the hot Ashley and her daughter, Adell.  I come back
here with the girls and grow."

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   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Eighteen
   "The Six Peas"