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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: More Juice !
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF oral) (MF MF+ oral anal) (MF reluc oral) (MF oral) (MF
M+F+ oral) (M+F FF oral) (MF oral) (Mf MF oral) (MF+ bi MF oral Fsolo) (MF)
(MF MF+ oral) (M+F+ oral)
Language: English
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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of 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.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Las Vegas - The City of JUICE.  The
mobsters coined it but left it to the politicians.  The politicians used it
to enrich the usual suspects.  Their families and friends for sure.  Some
claim it's dead after the recent conviction of several county commissioners
for taking bribes.  They're wrong.  JUICE is alive and well.  Sometimes
it's money.  Sometimes it's sex.  Sometimes it's just an introduction.  The
currency is immaterial.  It's called JUICE !

   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 back ground and time line purposes only.

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

   More Juice !

   (MF oral)

   (MF MF+ oral anal)

   (MF reluc oral)

   (MF oral)

   (MF M+F+ oral)

   (M+F FF oral)

   (MF oral)

   (Mf MF oral)

   (MF+ bi MF oral Fsolo)

   (MF)

   (MF MF+ oral)

   (M+F+ oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Chapter One

   Washington D.C - January 2005

   Anderson Davies compared the two charts.  The graphs were almost
identical yet the dates were a year and a quarter apart.  The charts
graphed all the encrypted email traffic being transmitted from the Las
Vegas area through a commercial satellite to a bank of servers that were
dominated by porn sites.  The first was dated Jul-Sep '01.  The second was
of the same data, dated Oct-Dec '01.  And today's, dated Oct-Dec '04.  The
data all showed the same characteristics, the only abnormality was the
terrorist attack.

   He looked at the data especially right after the 11 September disaster.
It made sense.  The lull after the events of 11 September coincided with
the drop off in traffic through the Las Vegas Resort Corridor.  The drop
off of encrypted email traffic was just too coincidental not to notice.  He
wished that he had followed up on it more closely but the events of 11
September focused all effort on traffic coming out of the middle-east.

   He had filed the charts when he noticed the similarities.  He fully
intended on following up to see if he could pick up a pattern.  Anderson
had been sure that it would revert to it's pre-eleven September pattern
just as soon as the hotels filled again after the disaster.  All the data
confirmed it.  He noticed it today only because he was digging around in
his files for something else entirely.  He ordered the third chart today
when he remembered what it was that drew him to the traffic in the first
place.

   First, all the traffic was encrypted.  He'd tried several algorithms but
nothing had fallen out for further analysis.  Anderson figured the messages
were encrypted using a one time pad, probably sent out with the first
message of the day.  All transmissions were burst transmissions both to and
from the satellite.  Any of them could be the "one time pad" being sent.

   Point number two: All the packets were of differing sizes.  Into the
satellite at so many kilobytes and then out of the satellite either in
smaller or larger sizes.  No two packets were the same size.  It was next
to impossible to follow the traffic.

   Third, it was impossible to determine who was sending it as all the IP
addresses were being stripped before they were sent.  The people running
this operation, whatever it was, were IT professionals.  Another reason he
was concerned.

   Four, the porn server farm was located out of the country; in a country
with very lax banking laws and a reputation for looking the other way when
it was in their interest.

   "Ring...Ring...Ring"

   "Anderson Davies."

   "Sir, you've got a three-thirty upstairs.  Current threat assessment
numbers.  Remember ?"

   "Yes.  Thank you for reminding me, Miss Jones." God !  He'd love to fuck
the shit out of Miss Jones, a very young, black woman with just a
tremendous butt.  Made his wife's ass look like Hoover dam.  He laughed as
he gathered up his assessments and shoved them into his briefcase.  He left
his office without even a sideways glance at Miss Jones, who was typing up
some report that another analyst had given her earlier that afternoon.

   It wasn't until four-thirty that Anderson got to update the senior staff
on the numbers coming out of the threat states.  Pakistan was number one on
the list with almost fifty percent of the encrypted stuff.  Saudi Arabia
was number two.  These numbers were held to be of the most sensitive
nature. Anderson's reports to the senior staff were getting to be "just
more of the same." Progress is being made but we need more Arabic and Farsi
speakers.  Pashto would be nice also.

   But none of that was available in any large numbers so that it was
almost impossible to do any real time surveillance.  What could he promise
? He could promise nothing.  Signals intelligence was not going to cut it.
The jihadis got wise after Tora Bora.  No more open communication.

   That Al-Queda was shattered was believable but shattered into what ? 
The pieces couldn't be picked up, swept away.  Pakistan gave them sanctuary
and they continued to plan death and destruction for the west.  After all
the west refused to believe that almost all Muslims wanted this.  Take
honest votes in any of these countries and you would find the west held in
very low esteem, especially the United States.

   The treasury section chief followed Anderson.  Anderson was wishing the
meeting would just come to an end, hardly paying attention.  The slide
lingered on the screen and then was gone.

   "Back that up." Anderson barked.  Unusual for a section chief.  Usually
only the senior staff barked orders.  Everyone in the room was staring at
him.  "Sorry.  Go on..." The graph was identical to the ones he'd seen in
his office earlier.  The ones that graphed the encrypted email traffic to
the porn sites via commercial satellite 1608A from Las Vegas.

   "Small Money Transactions - West Coast" was the title and the dates
spanned Oct-Dec '04, the date of his third snapshot.  He was excited.  The
meeting couldn't go by fast enough.  The treasury section chief sat right
next to him.  They were both here long enough to know that something like
this was unusual, a break through !  Anderson Davies had noticed a pattern
of some sort in someone else's data.  This was exciting !

   Tom Bender was waiting for him out in the hall.  Anderson's boss had
pulled him aside and was cautioning him about speaking out in future staff
meetings.  And, "couldn't you find something more to say beside we need
more translators." Bender was laughing to himself.  He was often on that
end of the conversation as "the bosses" try to self promote themselves. 
Sometimes you wondered what the goal was ?

   "It was the small money transactions wasn't it, Anderson ?" Tom wasn't
quite sure.  Years ago there was a senior staff member who would go back
and forth with a slide or two and drive everyone nuts.  Maybe Anderson was
just spazing out ?  You never knew here in Washington, D.C.

   Anderson was nodding his head up and down as they walked quickly to his
office.  Shortly after that, Tom Bender left Anderson Davies' office.  He
came back very early the next day and the two of them spent most of the
next three days analyzing traffic, both encrypted email and money
transfers, out of the southwest United States, specifically Southern Nevada
and Southern California.  Within the first hour they figured that those
generating the traffic were breaking the law.  Although they couldn't come
close to proving it.  These people just had to be doing something illegal.
The encrypted traffic almost mirrored the transfer of small funds, those
under ten thousand dollars.  Those that didn't need to be reported to the
federal government.  Now, they just had to prove it.

  
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   "Snake" Edwards shut down the computer and packed up his laptop.  He
grabbed his coat and headed for the elevator.  It was just before midnight
on a cold January night in Las Vegas.  He thought about Jay Richard's email
in the elevator on the way down.

   The Canadian Coast Patrol, in conjunction with the U.S.  Navy, was
upgrading all it's coastal fleet.  He wondered how that might affect the
"Yachtsman's" plans this fall ?  He'd have to arrange a backup source just
in case the "Yachtsman" couldn't move the hemp.  Maybe backup
transportation would be a better plan ?  It would be next to impossible to
come up with the quality that Jay continued to produce year after year.

   He was in a Camry, heading north on I-15 through the spaghetti bowl and
then west on U.S.  95 to the newest suburb of Las Vegas - Summerlin.  The
streets were empty when "Snake" drove into the suburban Smmerlin area.  He
passed two police cars and noticed their attention.

   A lot of California money was moving here.  People, who made a killing
in California real estate, bringing their gains here to Southern Nevada,
attempting to do the same here.  Property values were going through the
roof.  The cities and county were already close to doubling their spending
in less than three years.  That out stripped growth by over a hundred
percent.  Soon taxes would catch up and then Southern Nevada wouldn't look
so inviting.

   And corrupt.  Clark County ?!  Home of the gambling, oh !  Excuse me,
gaming capital of the world.  All that free money just running around town
burning a hole in everyone's pocket.  All of this just re-enforced the idea
that it was time to unload the property.  He noted several of the better
connected LLCs selling properties.  He'd started this week; unloaded a very
large tract that earned him four times what he paid for it.

   "Snake" sold the property in question to a rich Californian who'd been
here on and off for three years, studying the market.  His wife just
arrived last month.  She'd visited many times before but this time it was
kind of permanent.  About fifteen years his junior with bleached blonde
hair but a nice body for a middle-aged woman.  Nothing like Colleen but not
bad, a little more meat on the California woman.  She came on to him very
heavy at the party last week.  He considered it might have been to
influence the sale.  He really didn't care.

   He'd find out in a moment.  Her phone was ringing.  It was a little
after twelve-thirty in the a.m.  Forth ring and she picked up.  "Snake"
knew her old man was out in California on business.  He also knew her old
man was fucking the shit out of his personal assistant, a twenty-something
young lady, in California.

   "Sarah.  It's "Snake" Edwards.  Was in the neighborhood and thought I'd
drop by for a drink.  What do you say ?"

   There was a long silence.  Maybe she didn't remember him ?  Hard to
believe after the way she came on to him.

   "Did you know my husband was out of town or did you just get lucky ?"

   "Well, darling, this is Las Vegas...Isn't it ?  Gotta be luck.  You
gonna treat me to a drink ?"

   "I'm not really dressed to entertain..."

   He cut her off with, "I'm sure you look ravishing, Sarah." He was
thinking of her long, yellow hair.  She was a good sized woman who hadn't
let the middle-aged bulges attack her, yet.  Early forties, he figured,
with a very nice rack, good padded butt too.  He was getting a woody just
thinking of seeing her naked.

   Chapter Two

   "Snake" pulled right up in front of their home.  He stored his laptop in
the trunk; then locked the car and walked up to their front door.  Sarah
Richardson was her name.  Her husband was Doug.  Gonna make another million
flipping houses and building strip malls here in Southern Nevada.  On and
on; the mother fucker never shut his mouth.  He gave his woody a squeeze
and rang the bell.

   The door opened almost immediately.  Sarah backed into the entryway as
he entered.  It was dark but he could see she was wearing just a robe.  He
wondered what was under it ?  He loved fucking other men's wives.  He moved
on by her into the den.  His cock felt strong.  Sarah followed.

   The bar was lit so he went straight towards it.  He noticed that she was
already drinking a glass of wine.  Her yellow hair brightened up the room
when she entered.  The robe was a pale pink and she had matching slippers
on, with heels.  It made her about five-five, he figured.  He filled a
glass with about two fingers of "Jack" and dropped in a few ice cubes.

   She was sitting on the couch, toying with the stem of her wine glass. 
Her knees were bare, the robe riding up on to her thighs.  "Snake" walked
over and put the coffee table between them.

   She looked up at him.  "He has his work and I have my life.  It's worked
for fifteen years and two children."

   "And what is your life like ?"

   "It sucks in 'Vegas.  I can't stand the place and I've been here for
almost a month."

   "Maybe you're not meeting the right people ?"

   She smiled up at him.  "And just who am I supposed to be hanging out
with ?"

   It was his turn to smile.  "Let me top that off for you." "Snake" took
her glass and went back to the bar.

   He already knew she was seeing a boy friend back in Orange County.  The
"Yachtsman" did a pretty thorough investigation, including pictures of her
coming out of a motel with a very young man.  Maybe early twenties ?  He
drove so he was over sixteen, right !?

   "Snake" turned and brought her wine back across the room.  "I know lots
of people.  I'll have some of the girls, you met last week, give you a call
and show you around.  Come on, Sarah.  'Vegas is becoming a world class
shopping mecca and you live here." She was swallowing a sip of wine. 
"Snake" imagined her mouth wrapped around his cock.

   Sarah Richardson took another swallow of her wine.  She drank more here.
She didn't like gambling and missed all her friends in Laguna Beach. 
'Vegas sucked but Doug told her to treat this guy special.  Her husband
never described "special" but she knew what he meant.  She just wished the
guy was younger.  These old guys were just not up to the task.

   Sarah slid off the couch and moved to the bar.  She could feel his eyes
follow her.  This was going to be easy.  She'd be done in a hour or so,
then get a good night's rest and call Doug tomorrow morning.  The light
from the bar was sure to outline her body for him.  She turned.  He was
moving toward her.  She could see his excitement in his pants.

   "I imagine you're a very popular lady back home." He was very close to
her.  She smiled just before he reached for her breast.  She froze, staring
into his eyes as his hand weighed her right breast.  "Natural, very nice.
From California you can never tell.  Just like here in 'Vegas." Her nipple
was erect and he rubbed his thumb against it.  Her other nipple erected. 
He was turning her on.  This didn't often happen with "Doug's friends."

   "Snake" was on a roll.  He put his drink on the bar and took her wine
glass out of her hand.  His hands went to the tie around her waist.  He was
still staring into her face.  Her robe came open.  She was naked under it.
He dropped his gaze to her breasts, nice big melons of breast meat with
fifty cent sized areolae.  They were a prominent brown on her white skin
and her nipples were like little fingers sticking out.  He took her left
nipple between finger and thumb and gave it a good squeeze.

   "You have nice tits, Sarah." Her belly button was a deep crevasse in her
lower belly and below it was a dark triangle of curly pubic hair.  His hand
slowly slid down her belly and right into her hair pie.  For the first time
she moved.  His fingers discovered that her vagina lips were shaved and her
vagina was wet.  Two fingers easily slid into Sarah's juicy cunt.

   Sarah's eyes clouded a bit and her mouth opened like she was going to
say something.  She didn't as "Snake's" fingers started doing the splits in
her cunt.  Her knees bent a bit as his fingers started fucking in and out
of her.  She grasped his arms with both hands just moments later.

   "Let's find someplace to have sex, Sarah.  You do want to have sex,
don't you ?" "Snake" had pulled his fingers out of her and was pulling her
along with her robe sash.  He backed into the master bedroom and flung her
toward the giant bed in the middle of the room.  Her nakedness flashed in
and out of his sight as he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his loafers.
His cock was tenting his slacks.  She was looking at it.  He flexed.  His
dick jumped in his slacks.

   Sarah felt naked on the bed but was still partially covered with her
robe.  She had underestimated this guy totally.  He was going to fuck her
brains out.  Sarah shrugged off the robe.  Her tits swung back and forth.
He was staring at her breasts.  She kicked off her slippers.  His cock was
jumping in his pants again.  It looked huge.  Sarah was getting very
excited.  She leaned back and shook her tits from side to side.

   "Snake" threw his head back and laughed.  His shirt was off and his
pants were on the way to the floor.  His cock was making a very big bulge
in his jockey shorts.  The jockeys were on the way to the floor and he was
stepping out of them.  His cock sprang up and bounced off his belly.  He
stroked it and held the foreskin back, making his dick head resemble a
snake's head.

   Sarah just stared at his cock.  Even young guys weren't this forward and
that was after several dates.  On the first date guys usually ate out of
her hand, especially Doug's friends.  His cock head was unbelievable. 
Truly unique.  She spread her knees and was sure he could see her shaved
cunt.  Maybe 'Vegas wasn't so bad after all.  Regardless of the age, this
guy had a very nice, long cock.  It had been a while since she'd come
across such a nice package.

   "Snake" was naked and up on the bed.  He knee walked toward her, his
dick bouncing up and down.  She was mesmerized by it.  He walked up close
to her face.  His hand running up her thigh and into her snatch.  Two, then
three fingers slid into her cunt.  She arched her back.  "Snake" bent his
cock to her mouth and pressed it against her lips.  They opened and
accepted his meat.  His fingers were mixing around in her cunt.  Her hips
were moving back and forth on the sheets.  Her mouth was gobbling his cock.

   Sarah was embarrassed at how out of control she had gotten but with his
fingers rooting around in her cunt she was unable to stop him.  Her mouth
was full of his cock.  She was eagerly sucking on it, sliding her lips back
and forth on this guy's meat.  She'd never been this out of control with
any of Doug's "friends."

   "Snake" ripped his fingers out of her cunt then pulled her legs around
to the edge of the bed.  He stood on the floor and hovered over her.  He
fit his cock against her cunt lips and leveraged about five inches into
her. Her legs were splayed and rose up into the air.  "Snake" filled her.
She screamed out.  Not loud but it filled the room.  "Snake" started
fucking her and didn't quit until she was fucking back at him.

   Sarah was sweating and could hardly stop thrusting herself against the
nice long cock that was fucking in and out of her.  She was grabbing her
ankles and thrusting her ass up to accept the cock that was driving her
crazy.  Her breasts were sliding back and forth on her chest.  She was
crying out.

   "Oooohh !  Fuck !  Yea.  Yea." The wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh
filled the room.  "Jesus !  Fuck !  Oooh !  Oooh !  Oooh !" She couldn't
stop cuming, having orgasm after orgasm.  His cock was filling her with
every thrust.  This was the best sex she'd ever had !  God !  'Vegas was a
fucking great place to live !

   "Snake" shivered three or four times, ejecting five or six shots of warm
cum into her clinging cunt.  He arched his back and quivered as his cock
spazamed in her cunt.  She was gasping for air.  Her legs were falling down
to the floor.  He stood and pulled out of her.  Her legs remained spread,
her cunt a gapping hole with gray spunk dribbling out of her.

   "Snake" stepped away from her splayed legs.  His cock was dangling down
on his balls.  "Tell Dougie boy he needs to ante up a hundred "K" to get
the zoning issues taken care of.  I need it by next week.  No excuses. 
Tuesday at the latest.  Remember that, honey.  I'd like to have you out to
the lake some weekend.  It'd be a real blast.  Maybe the next time hubby is
out of town." He was pulling up his jockeys.  Next came the slacks.  He was
fitting his feet in the loafers.  She was still laying on the edge of the
bed with her legs splayed, "Snake's" spunk draining out of her vagina.

  
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   The Mexican coyote had been staring at the dim flash light bobbing up
and down as it moved through the desert.  He thought he could make him out,
taking a piss.  A real strange one.  Knew the desert and could travel very
fast with a light load, mostly water, but a weird one just the same. 
Broken english mixed with spanish.  But his cash was good.

   "Craaaaaaaaaaaaccccccckkkk !" The Mexican coyote crumpled to the ground
knees first and then his head hit the desert floor.

   The man picked up the coyote's pack and dumped it's contents out.  He
took the water and the money; repacked the coyote's pack, lifted it to his
shoulder and was off.  Putting distance between the shot and himself. 
There could be others out here doing the same thing, entering the United
States of America illegally.

   The man, who called himself Osama Azzam, took a ten minute break after
ninety minutes of forced march.  He was very tired but figured he could
make another ten kilometers tonight before the heat would force him to find
a place to take shelter.  As he moved through the desert, he thought about
the first time he realized his brother was not coming home from the United
States.  He remembered the rumors insinuating that his brother had been
instrumental in helping the martyrs prior to that glorious day and then
never heard from again.

   Azzam traveled east from his home and spent almost a year in Pakistan,
looking for someone who had word about his brother.  It was very high up in
the base, someone in the know.  His name only tolerated because his brother
was martyred for the cause.  He'd seen their camps and had passed the tests
he'd had to pass.  He'd proved his desire and ability were up to the task.
And they knew he was good.  He'd spent his early years in south America
just like his brother.  And the younger brother could speak more than
passable Spanish, too.  So just like his brother he moved into America from
that border.  And it all worked so far.....

   .....Osama Azzam crawled up the side of the ravine.  He peeked over the
top and could see the United States of America.  He rolled to his back and
held up his GPS receiver.  The technology placed his position just three
quarters of a mile south of the border.  He pulled the cell phone out of
his back pack.  When the phone was answered he spoke three lines from the
Koran.  "Allah Akabar" was the answer.

   Azzam quickly scrambled over the top of the ravine and started to trot
toward the border.  He saw the vehicle about twenty minutes later heading
toward the border from the north.  He immediately hit the dirt and started
to crawl to the nearest depression.  He was frantically trying to remove
the gun from his back pack.

   The vehicle came to a stop about two hundred meters from where Azzam was
huddled in the ditch.  He had not come this far to be turned back.  He'd
killed the Mexican coyote the first night out.  It was easier than he
thought it would be.  From then on, he was on his own.  But that wasn't
exactly true either.  He had a state-of-the-art GPS receiver and three
batteries.  He also had the cell phone.  He only knew one number.  His
transportation was on the other end of that number.  They were going to
pick him up and transport him to the airport.  That was the plan but he was
prepared to make his own way.

   The vehicle was stationary, idling, but nobody had gotten out.  Azzam
was still in the ditch.  He got out the phone again and dialed the number.
When it was answered, he rattled off some Arabic.  The lights of the
vehicle blinked on and off three or four times.  Azzam rolled to his side
and saw the lights of the vehicle going on and off.

   He jumped up and started running toward the vehicle.  The doors in the
rear were unlocked.  Azzam climbed into the darkened back of the vehicle.
After slamming the doors shut, he pounded on the sidewall and the van
immediately started to move.  The suitcase was easy to find.  He took his
time dressing as the van bounced along the desert floor.  He packed his old
clothes into the suitcase.  He looked American when Azzam studied himself
in the mirror with the flash light.  The ride started to smooth out and the
speed increased.  His phone rang.  It was the man or men in the front
telling him that they were over two hours away.

   Azzam laid on his back and took several deep breaths.  He was asleep in
just moments.  Uninterrupted rest, something he hadn't had for over a week
now.  But a very dangerous part of the journey was accomplished.

   When the van came to a halt he came awake immediately.  Azzam heard
those in the front get out of the vehicle.  He waited for thirty minutes
before slipping out the back of he van and walking quickly out of the
parking lot.  He dropped the suitcase into the first dipsy-dumpster he
found and headed straight to the terminal.  His reservation was there and
paid for.

   Chapter Three

   The yacht "Viper" was low in the water.  The "Yachtsman" had ensured
that the yacht was loaded almost exactly as it would be coming out of Jay's
farm in British Columbia.  Well it wasn't really the farm but the small
inlet and dock they used to load "Viper." It was about three miles up the
inlet and some of the passages were quite shallow.

   A storm had just come through last night and the wind was gale strength,
straight out of the north and very cold.  White caps as far as you could
see.  "Viper" was sailing right along at close to twelve knots and there
was no thought of rigging for the electric motors.  They were covered with
plastic tarps and taped so they wouldn't get wet.

   "Yachtsman" and Jill Olson were soaked to the bone.  Both were dressed
identically.  Gray, full body wet suits underneath bright orange sweat
suits.  The sweat suits were soaked.  There was water every where.  The
cabin was closed up tight and both of them were topside.

   Jill was steering and Mike was on the top rail leaning like a fool with
a full weighted harness on.  His weight was allowing them to muscle through
waves but was bringing a good amount of the wave over the boat.  The sky
was clear and the wind must be close to thirty knots.  They'd been sailing
under these conditions since they left the confines of Newport Harbor. 
Mike was having second thoughts about being an all weather sailor.  Shitty
weather sure raised the risk.

   "Yachtsman" was observing Jill.  The expression on her face was total
concentration, steering the line he'd given her.  They were wearing watch
caps; both their hair cut close to the skin, maybe three eights of an inch
long.  Mike's was a sandy gray while Jill's was a dark stubble that turned
Mike on to no end.  And she could wear a different colored wig every day if
she wanted to.

   They'd been at it for over three hours and were nearing exhaustion. 
Mike knew that he could turn around and sail almost without effort back
into the harbor.  Maybe an hour out.  It was time.  They were both wearing
wireless comm gear that allowed instant communication.

   "Viper two."

   "Two."

   "Get ready to come about on my count.  Heading one two zero."

   "On your count.  Heading one two zero."

   "Three, two, one.  Now !" Jill turned with full left rudder and the
"Viper" began to come about.  Mike guided the sail through until it was
set. He could feel the acceleration almost immediately.

   "I feel it, `Yachtsman." Jill screamed over the sound of the ocean.  The
ride had smoothed out and they were really moving.  Mike was letting out
the spinnaker and jamming the pole into it.  He moved aft as soon as the
sails were set.  He sat next to Jill.

   "I've got the tiller, Jill."

   "You've got the tiller, Mike."

   "Get us some whisky and a joint, girl."

   "Aye.  Aye.  Captain !"

   Jill used a soaked towel to wipe off the excess water from around the
hatch door to the cabin.  She eventually opened it and disappeared
immediately.  The door slammed closed.  It was over ten minutes before she
appeared topside.  A bottle of "Jack" in one hand and a huge pipe in the
other.  "Yachtsman" was already working the lighter out from under his
wetsuit.

   He grabbed for the pipe and got the lighter to it.  The smoke felt
wonderful filling his lungs.  Jill was sitting next to him, taking a swig
off the bottle of "Jack." They traded several times and Jill made trips
below to fill the pipe two more times.....

   .....Three days earlier they'd laid off San Diego harbor and waited for
the U.S.  Navy to go to sea.  "Yachtsman" read about the exercise in some
base newspaper.  He couldn't remember the name of the exercise.  They
brought the sail and mast down then rigged up the electric motors.  The sea
was calm but the visibility was horrible.  Jill was steering.  "Yachtsman"
was down below working with two laptops.  One was a GPS map of everything
within ten miles of him, in fathoms.  Very useful if one wants to keep on
sailing in shallow water.  The other was a presentation of surface traffic
within ten miles.

   "Steer zero one eight."

   "Zero one eight."

   They were almost silent with the electric motors running.  Just a little
more noise than in full sail.  Making ten knots right at one of the U.S. 
Navy's finest.  Mike had his radio set to the nautical emergency frequency.
They'd call when they picked them up on radar or visually.  Mike was hoping
for the latter.  The front of the yacht was a bumper of hopefully radar
absorbing material.  The guy who sold it to him said that the stuff was
used on the stealth.  Yea, well you know how that shit goes.

   "Steer zero two five."

   "Zero two five."

   Mike had also installed several fuzz busters set to the most likely
radar frequencies used by navy search radar.  So far only sweep radar was
being directed at them.  No one had locked on to them yet.  And it was
another five miles before the bells and whistles started going off in the
bowels of the "Viper." The Navy just locked them up.  Inside three miles of
the vessel and Mike was very stoked.

   "Come right to one one five.  Now !" There was urgency in his voice.

   "Right to one one five."

   Just seconds later.  "Unknown vessel eight miles off San Diego Harbor.
This is the U.S.S.  Vincennes.  You are about to cross the bow within a
mile.  Alter your course to the east."

   Mike didn't believe they'd ever get a visual.  The electric motors were
purring like crazy and making quite a froth behind the "Viper." He'd moved
up top side and was peering into the gloom with his binoculars.  He
couldn't make out anything.  They were running away from the Navy at a
little over ten knots.  They practiced emergency evacuation after that
encounter and spent three hours in the raft after diving over the side,
letting the "Viper" drag them around.  It almost got scary.

   Chapter Four

   "Snake" Edwards raised his glass and proposed a toast.  "May 'Vegas
smile on you like it has on me.  The house always wins here and you now
play with the house.  Shalom !" "Snake" knocked back a good swallow of
"Jack." This had been a tough sell.  And for the next forty-eight hours he
wanted them thinking about other things rather than backing out of the
deal. Real estate was much more risky (the top was nearing) and the
political climate was changing.  There were two of them with their wives.
He'd been charming them since the first time they met, three months ago.

   "Don, take a look at this view, honey." Donna Swanson called to her
husband.  Don Swanson wandered over to the window.  It was a tremendous
view.  The tag on the back of the door said a thousand a night.  They were
getting real VIP treatment now.  And they should.  They were plunking down
some big bucks here in town.

   Corey Evans wandered over to where Don was looking out the window.  His
wife meekly followed.  Her name was Vivian and she hadn't said a word since
they all met for breakfast.  It was just before one.  You had to sign them
before the clock started ticking.  Forty-eight hours and the money was
yours.  "Snake" was anxious.

   Corey separated himself from the other three and headed for "Snake," who
was spreading out the paperwork on the coffee table.  "Snake" was signing.
"Right here, Corey, and it's all yours." The deal would net "Snake" six
times what he paid for it just five years ago.

   "Aaahh.  You were saying something about a signing bonus ?"

   "Snake" looked up at him.  "Yea.  I did mention that, didn't I.  Well,
how do you two plan on getting away from your wives or do they play too ?"
"Snake" laughed to himself.  He wouldn't fuck this guy's wife with his
dick. But he knew some that would love to fuck her.

   "Maybe you could arrange some shopping and dinner...A show for the
ladies, maybe ?"

   "Sure thing, Corey.  Pick you up at nine.  And don't worry about the
ladies.  They'll be well taken care of."

   Corey bent and signed the contract.  When Don saw Corey sign he was
quick to follow suit.  Corey was the "man." "Snake" would make sure that
Corey Evans got his brains fucked and sucked out of him for the next two
days or so.  He used his phone to send a quick message to "Bonerboy."

   The reply came back in under a minute.  "Bonerboy" would love to escort
"Snake's" clients for some dinner and shopping, maybe a show later ? 
Daniel Haefner jumped up off his sofa and was in and out of the shower in
under ten minutes.  Thirty minutes later he was walking through the lobby
and into the gaming area of the casino.  He was headed to an alcove bar. 
"Snake" was there with them.

   "Ahhh...Daniel Haefner, I'd like you to meet Vivian Evans and Donna
Swanson.  I just closed a big deal with them and their husbands and
promised the ladies some superb shopping.  I certainly hope you can spend a
little time with them."

   Daniel bowed at the waist.  Donna was very impressed and if Vivian
wasn't with her she'd probably be making an ass out of herself flirting
with the guy.  She was still quite slim and attractive whereas Vivian had
let herself go a little.  Her hips and thighs were quite plump well, okay,
fat.  She was still a good looking woman but that wouldn't last long.

   Daniel slid into the booth and "Snake" disappeared into the crowd.  The
cocktail waitress arrived and the drinking began.  Vivian was glad that her
husband was going to be away for the evening.  She could drink as much as
she wanted and he wouldn't be bugging her with his inane comments about
just about everything.  She wasn't very happy that Daniel ordered for them
all but the margarita she got was very good.

   Donna moved a little closer to Daniel.  Let that lush Vivian sit by
herself.  Daniel was telling her about the great shopping at Caesar's Forum
and she was even getting interested.  Some nachos showed up and Vivian
filled her mouth with as much as she could without looking like a pig. 
Daniel attempted to get Vivian interest in shopping.  She wasn't.

   "I came to Las Vegas to eat at the buffets.  Daniel, take me to the best
buffet." Daniel sprang out of the booth and then helped the ladies out. 
They were off to the best buffet.  Donna was pissed.  She wanted to stay in
the bar.

  
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   Colleen Gilbert was still working.  It was past midnight.  The hours
these people kept were just crazy.  It didn't seem to bother her husband
though.  He was burning the candle at both ends most of the time.  She was
finding herself not able nor willing to keep up.  She hadn't been out to
the "hacienda" in months it seemed.  Her husband was always talking about
going out and partying with the "big cocks."

   She almost never saw "Snake" but spent the majority of each day with
Casey.  It's not that she didn't like him.  She just didn't care to fuck
him although she was sure she had at some time in the past.

   Gina was also spending a whole lot of time away from home, college long
forgotten.  Her daughter was going out most evenings, starting about the
time she got home.  Nine...Ten o'clock in the evening.  Colleen hardly knew
where she was half the time and was keeping her fingers crossed that she
was staying out of trouble.  And her daughter hardly ever answered her cell
phone.....

   .....Gina's cell phone was off right at the moment.  Her evening started
when Tyler and Gloria Hopster picked her up at home a little after eight.
They drove around for about an hour before driving right into the garage of
this house down in Green Valley.

   The garage door to the kitchen was open and Carlos was standing there.
As soon as the vehicle was clear, Carlos lowered the garage door.  The
three women walked into the house.  There was another guy in the house and
he was wiring some cameras to computers that were located in the hall
closet.

   Gloria Hopster was really stoked.  She hadn't worked a gig like this in
years.  Her cut was over three grand...For one night.  She carried her bag
into the master bedroom and through it to the master bathroom.  The two
youngsters were trailing behind.  The clients would be here some time after
nine.

   "Come on, you two, get your butts in here and get showered.  No time for
fucking around !" Gloria laughed at her pun.  She noticed that Gina was a
little tight.  Tyler was trying to loosen her up a bit.

   "It's no different than partying with `Snake' and the `Yachtsman' and
all those.  Shit, Gina !  You're fucking your mother's husband.  This is a
piece of cake."

   Tyler was out of her top and working on her jeans.  Her titties were
bare and bouncing around, nipples erect.  She wasn't wearing any panties
either and her shaved mons pouted at the juncture of her thighs.  Gina
couldn't help but look.  It always turned her on, seeing Taylor naked.  She
quickly shed her shift and naked, followed Taylor to the shower.  Her
breasts were a good cup size bigger than Taylor's and her areolae and
nipple much more mature looking.  She left a good patch of pubic hair on
her mons but you could easily see her cunt lips, plump and pouty.

   Gloria had showered at home and was busy putting on her make-up. 
Another professional arrived with another teenager in tow, a skinny little
thing with pointy tits.  Both the pros laughed.  The other stripper started
putting on her make-up.

  
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   "Snake" was driving around aimlessly.  Carlos was out there somewhere
checking his six.  The two in the back were slightly drunk and totally
unaware of where they were.

   "You're not kidding us about the pussy are you, `Snake' ?"

   "I don't kid about pussy.  A couple of strippers and three teenagers. 
More pussy than you two could fuck in a week." He laughed.

   "We'll see, Mister Edwards." It was Corey.  Don was more of a perv, the
quiet type who was going to go ballistic...Turn into an ass bandit.  He saw
Carlos at a cross street with his lights off.  "Snake" turned into the
cul-de-sac and pulled right into the garage.  As the garage door came down
"Snake" spied Carlos drive by the property.  "All Clear."

   "Come on, studs." "Snake" was getting out of the car.  Corey was ahead
of him and at the door to the kitchen.  "Snake" hoped the girls were
dressed and ready to go.  After all it was Gina's first party and sometimes
new girls didn't do to well.

   The girls were ready.  Gloria and the other stripper were dressed in
playboy fashion with bare breasts being offered on a half bra.  Gina was
dressed as a cheerleader.  Taylor and the other girl were just dressed as
sluts.  None of the teenagers were wearing any underwear.  Well, the
strippers were strippers and started dancing.

   Corey's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas.  Don just stood and stared.
All the girls were in the kitchen and the blender was going like crazy. 
Margaritas all around.  The teenagers were handing drinks to the partners
of the Evanson LLC.  The party had started.

   Chapter Five

   Mister O.  Azzam moved down the isle of the crowded jet with just the
briefcase that he found in the back of the van.  It contained several
thousand dollars in cash and several identities.  Going through security
was painless but he could see how the Americans hated it.  It made him feel
proud that his brother had something to do with the events of 11 September
2001.

   The flight was on time and soon they were airborne.  Tucson - Las Vegas.
An hour and twenty minutes.  Azzam used the time to rest and catch up on
his sleep.  Upon arriving, the Las Vegas airport was a mad house with
thousands of people coming and going.  Azzam was sure that no one would be
able to follow him through this human obstacle course.  He was in the taxi
queue when he decided to take the free transportation to one of the "Strip"
hotels.

   Thirty minutes later the van pulled right into the front of the hotel on
the "Strip." Azzam had never seen so many lights and bells and whistles. 
He thought the airport was insane.  This was unimaginable to Azzam.  People
were bustling around and the crowds were thick with people of all
nationalities.  Azzam was positive he could melt into this insanity and be
lost for a long time.  He departed the van with his briefcase and headed
for the "Strip" sidewalk.

   In less than a minute he was comfortable that no one would notice him.
He was wearing western jeans with hiking boots, a not un-American way to
dress.  The "T" shirt he was wearing underneath his collared shirt
advertised some national chain of eateries.  The jacket was tan and very
warm.

   Azzam relaxed and moved through the crowd with ease.  He had the
directions to his destination memorized.  The bus was even waiting for him
and he started running to make sure it didn't leave without him.  The map
in his mind told him that it would be a while until the bus dropped him off
at his destination - Boulder Highway - Way across town from the "Strip."

   It was one of those places that rent rooms for the day, week or month.
He had a reservation for the week.  He paid in cash and registered under
the name Frank A.  Rogers.  He went to his room immediately and started to
map out escape strategies should that become necessary.  After an hour of
walking around the parking lot and visiting the local McDonalds for dinner,
he was comfortable in his surroundings.

   He slept for eighteen hours and woke feeling rested and alert.  He set
out at dusk and found a grocery store, stocked up on some food and then
returned to his room.  After storing the food he set out to obtain
transportation.  He opened the secret compartment in his briefcase and
removed several envelopes.  His Nevada driver's license was in the second
envelope.  The first contained a cashier's check for twenty-five thousand
dollars.  He was ready to shop for transportation.

  
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   Donna Swanson came out of the bathroom naked.  Daniel Haefner was
sitting on the bed with his back up against the wall.  He was also naked
and stroking his hard cock as he watched her in the bathroom doorway.

   "Come on, Donna.  Climb on and ride it, honey." She wasn't as drunk as
she had been earlier when he damn near raped her just after they entered
the room.  God !  His hands had been all over her.  Under her clothes, in
her underwear, on her naked skin.  Then before she knew it; she was on her
back on the bed and his dick was in her, fucking in and out of her.  She
was crazy with her legs up over her head, grabbing her ankles.  She still
had her shoes on.  She'd never acted this way with her husband.

   She couldn't help but look at his cock.  It was hard and much bigger
than her husband's.  She stepped into the bedroom.  Her nipples started to
erect.  She had just washed his cum out of her pussy and it was tingling.
He held out his hand and she took it.  He pulled her to him and then his
mouth was on her and she knew she'd do anything he wanted.

   She was straddling him and his cock was hard, up inside her.  She was
sitting up and he was staring at her tits.  They were small and had areolae
that were too large for them.  Her nipples were tiny and very hard at the
moment.

   "Come on, baby, move that ass." Daniel was just laying there.  She
wanted him to move his cock in and out of her like the last time.  He
spanked her butt.  She clenched up and Daniel clenched his ass.  She really
gave him a good squeeze.  Daniel spanked her again.  She started to move.
"That's it, honey, fuck my cock." She was moving her ass back and forth,
pumping Daniel's cock in and out of her snatch.

   In five minutes, she was riding him like a pro.  Thrusting her butt on
and off his hard cock; she was up on her feet, bouncing her butt on and off
Daniel's pubic bone while driving his dick deep inside her belly.  Sweat
was drooling down her neck and between the small mounds of her breasts.

   When she came several moments later she fell on to Daniel's chest, her
cunt still impaled on his cock.  Daniel reached down and ran his finger
down the crack of Donna's butt.  Her puckered anus was spread wide and
Daniel's finger slipped right into it.  One, two, three inches of finger
penetrated Donna's rectum.  Her cunt tightened up like a vice.  Daniel
drove his cock up into her and she started to cum again, humping her cunt
on and off his cock.  He was drenching her vagina with semen, shot after
shot after shot.

   He rolled her off of his chest and got to his knees.  She was on her
side and breathing rapidly.  Daniel moved to her rear and poked his just
hard enough cock back into her.  She was gushy as he stabbed at her.  Her
head was jerking around and her butt flesh was damp with her passion. 
Daniel stopped fucking her a few moments later.  She was passed out.  He
got into the shower and left twenty minutes later.

  
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   Corey Evans had a headache like he'd never had before.  There were two
teenagers in bed with him.  The sun was streaming through the sliding glass
door across the room.  There was a blue pool out there and the sun was
reflecting off the water and into the room.  The teenagers were naked. 
Shit !  So was Corey.  His cock was still coated with cum and other fluids
from last night.  His crotch was a mess.

   He rolled out of bed very slowly and made his way to the bathroom. 
Tyler sat up as soon as Corey left the room.  She padded into the front
room and brought back the baggie of cocaine.  She was cutting up some lines
on one of the night stands when he came back into the room.

   Corey just stood in the doorway.  His cock jerked while watching the
naked girl prepare the cocaine.  The other girl was still sleeping.  He'd
fucked them both last night.  And one of the strippers !  Don was a wild
man and fucked one of the strippers out in the front room with everyone
watching.  Corey vaguely remembered getting a blow job while Don banged the
fuck out of the blonde with tits the size of large melons.

   The girl looked over at him while rolling up a dollar bill.  One of the
lines went right up her nose.  "This will get rid of your headache, Corey.
Then I'd like some more." She licked her lips, staring at his cock.  She
saw it twitch.  He was ready.  This was the best sex this guy will ever
get. He'll want today to last forever.

   Corey came over to the night stand and took the dollar bill.  He got
down on one knee and sucked the line right up the snoot.  His head jerked
back and the pain spiked then dived for zero.  Tyler was groping his cock.
It was getting hard.  Corey stood and knew the teenager was going to suck
his cock again.  She was out of this world.  He must have cum in her mouth
two or three times last night.  Her lips were around the head of his cock
and Corey pushed more into her mouth.  She gobbled it up.

  
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   Daniel called him to report that Donna had been a very satisfied
customer.  He didn't think she'd be up before five or so this afternoon. 
"Snake" told him to call her at four.  Daniel rang off and set his alarm.

   "Snake" was very happy indeed.  Gloria had phoned earlier and reported
that the party was a tremendous success.  She didn't imagine either of them
would be ready to do much of anything for several days.

   "Snake" laughed.  "How'd Gina do ?"

   "Super, `Snake'.  Like a pro.  They loved her.  That Corey hooked up
with her in less than half an hour.  The video is great.  I'm the only one
who didn't get laid." She laughed.

   "Snake" looked at his watch.  It was coming up on six, just getting
light out.  He could go out and clean up after the party boys.  They
wouldn't see the outside of those bedrooms until late tomorrow.  There was
plenty of good snatch there.  Instead he called "Yachtsman".  He answered
on the second ring.

   "You read the stuff I sent you, right ?"

   "Yea, `Snake', I read it and have taken appropriate action.  I'm
positive it can be done.  The girl and I have played tag with the real
thing and I'm confident in the confusion that I'm going to create, we'll be
able to score.  I still pray that I never have to use it but it was worth
the bucks unless you've got better transport lined up.  I know you don't.
It would cost twice what my toys cost and you'd still lose some." He was
defensive.  That didn't make "Snake" feel too confident.

   "Relax, `Yachtsman'.  I just want you to be prepared.  I don't want my
whoring buddy to have to spend any time away from the party.  Has Jay heard
any rumors ?  That community up there is pretty tight.  You going up this
summer as usual ?"

   "Don't worry, Jay will keep on top of it.  Maybe going a little earlier
? Got some friends down here who want to get away from things for a bit. 
The girl and I plan on taking them along for amusement."

   "Snake" imagined Jill and "Yachtsman" fucking and sucking with another
two girls all the way up north.  He started to get a hardon.  "Hey, that
Daniel has done a great job on some sales up here.  You taught him well. 
We ought to get together soon, `Yachtsman'."

   "That we should, `Snake'.  Over and Out." The connection was cut. 
"Yachtsman" climbed to the dock and walked about a hundred feet, stood on
the end of the dock and tossed the phone as far as he could.  He could
hardly hear the splash and couldn't see a thing as it was still very dark
out.

   "Yachtsman" entered the cabin after returning from his walk.  He didn't
like cell phones even if you could throw them away.  You couldn't encrypt
plus they could triangulate your position and really narrow down a search
pattern.  Satellite phone was the way to go.  They were just a little too
bulky.  The boat had one and "Yachtsman" was pissed that "Snake" refused to
use it.  Shit !  It was scrambled.  Totally secure.  What was this cell
phone shit ?  "Snake" must be fucking some cell phone bimbo !?

   "Yachtsman" peeked into the captain's cabin.  Jill was curled up over in
the far corner.  The buxom blonde was where he left her when he answered
the phone.  They met her in a bar down in Laguna Beach last night.  She
liked boats.  She also liked to fuck, claimed she'd never done a girl
before.  That was okay with "Yachtsman".  She, Maggie was her name, sucked
his cock while Jill sucked and licked her nice hairy pussy.  Maggie was
married but having a ladies night out.  Well, Jill was a lady, kind of.

   "Yachtsman" smoked a roach left over from last night.  He could remember
Jill starting to suck on the woman's tits.  God !  They were huge melons of
tit flesh but also quite enhanced.  Hey !  They were still fun to suck and
play with.  He remembered dropping his shorts and stroking his cock while
Jill worked on Maggie.  Both her tits were now out in the open and her
blouse was open to her waist.  Jill just popped Maggie's tits out of her
cups, the bra remained strapped under her breasts.  It pushed her tits out.

   Maggie had small areolae for the size of tits she was now sporting,
quarter sized tan ones with small nipples.  "Yachtsman" kept stroking. 
Jill was working on getting Maggie's pants open.  They were now frenching.
He was hard as stone and didn't believe for a minute that this wasn't set
up by Jill.  Lately, she was bringing home all sorts of entertainment.  He
hardly ever had to go hunting any more.  He imagined after a while he'd
have to hunt a little on his own to keep the skills sharp.  But, for the
present, he was content to let Jill supply the willing flesh.

   After Jill got Maggie's jeans off, he walked across the room and shoved
his cock into her mouth.  She took as much as she could.  "Yachtsman" felt
her gag.  He pulled a little out and then she began sucking him off.  Jill
was on her knees between the woman's thighs and sucking on her dark haired
twat.  The hair was phony, too.  "Yachtsman" didn't care, Maggie whoever
gave great head.

   Chapter Six

   Washington D.C.  - July 2005

   Anderson Davies and Tom Bender had several charts tacked to the wall of
the motel room.  They had tried selling their theories around their
respective offices but got no where.  Bender had a friend in the
clandestine services.  Well, Tom wasn't really sure what the guy did but he
set up this meeting.  The contact was over an hour late.

   "Buuuzzzzzzzzz.  Buuzzz." Anderson jumped up off the bed and rushed for
the door.  He felt stupid going to this extreme but they weren't going any
where doing nothing.  He looked out the peep hole.  It was a woman in her
late thirties.  Dark hair with dark glasses.  He opened the door.  She
burst into the room.

   "Close the door please." She was across the room and drew the curtains
tighter.  The room went from the shadows to just plain dark.  She sat on
the other bed, across from Tom.

   "Could I get something to drink ?" It was a command.  Anderson got her a
can of coke.  She looked up at him.

   "I'm Anderson Davies and this is Tom Bender..."

   "I know who you are.  I wouldn't be here if I didn't.  Let's get on with
it.  I'm doing this as a favor to a college but do have some interest in
'Vegas."

   "Are you planning on mounting an operation..."

   "What are you talking about ?" She looked back and forth at them. 
"You'd read about it in the newspaper." It was a put down.  "Now what is it
that you find so interesting in 'Vegas ?"

   Less than five minutes later Mindy Weathers was shucking off her jacket
and tossing it on the end of the bed.  She walked to the charts that
adorned almost one whole wall of the motel room and studied the dates and
the amount of money and encrypted traffic.

   Anderson studied her as she perused the charts.  She was a good looking
lady.  Probably ten years or so younger than he was.  Her skirt was tight
around her butt.  He wanted to go over, bend her over and shove his cock up
her ass.  What a cunt !  Aren't we all on the same team here ?  She looked
over at them.  Both of them sitting on the bed...In their place.

   "Who first noticed the pattern ?"

   "I did." Anderson answered quickly.  He was ill at ease with her.  She
was so good looking it was intimidating.

   "Good work, Anderson.  Excellent work.  Sorry for being such a bitch but
a lot of these meetings I go to are just plain bullshit." She sat on the
bed across from them and held out her hand.  "I'm Mindy Weathers.  DEA. 
Special agent.  We've had our eye on 'Vegas for a while.  Lots of good shit
ends up there to service the hotel guests.  This isn't nickel dime shit so
I'm very interested in what you have."

   Anderson noticed that there was a lot of breast meat stuffed into her
dress shirt.  It had a good jiggle to it when he shook her hand.  They
jiggled when Tom shook her hand.

   "Is there any way to...?" She stopped and looked around the room.  "Did
you have the place swept ?" Tom burst out laughing but Anderson felt like a
stupid fool.

   "No.  Sorry, that was stupid." Mindy rose and took his arm in her hand.

   "Don't worry, Anderson.  I know of a safe house near here that we can
use for the next several months.  I've got some ideas that I'd like to pass
through the two of you.  Please, let's keep this among ourselves until we
can string more of the data together.  I never thought of the money aspect.
That was very good work, gentlemen.  Where do we eat ?  My treat."

  
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   It was still like an oven out there.  The lights of the strip seemed to
intensify the heat.  But inside it was cool and dark.  Colleen Gilbert
stared at the monitor, flickering with money transfers that were occurring
all over the Las Vegas Valley.  It was growing into a sizable snowball. 
That's what "Yachtsman" called it.  Once you got the snowball rolling you
just slowed it a bit and watched the skim dribble off into any number of
accounts.  The slower it rolled the more skim there was as the interest you
made on that amount of money was staggering.

   Colleen leaned back and watched the screen change.  It was near one in
the morning.  She'd been at it since before noon.  Casey was on her
constantly about this run.  It would last for several more hours but was
now almost out of her control.  Shortly, the snowball would explode all
over the southwestern United States then eventually filter back into Las
Vegas.  But that was hours from now.

   She smelled marijuana.  Casey was standing in the doorway.  They had
been moving money like fools for the past several days.  Neither of them
had left the bank of offices on the invisible floor.  All their meals had
been brought in.  They napped on the couches.  Carlos left, for who knew
where, a little over an hour ago.  Casey was alone with her and horny.  He
hadn't fucked Colleen since the Veterans day party.  Shit !  That was
several years ago.  And he wasn't sure she even knew.  She must have fucked
a dozen guys that evening.  Shit !  He fucked her daughter, too !

   Rumor had it; Colleen was always horny.  Casey knew her husband was a
regular out at the "hacienda".  Her daughter was making a mint entertaining
a very exclusive cliental.  While they were waiting for "Snake" at work one
night, Carlos let slip that he had fucked the woman several times.  He'd
probably fucked her in this very office ?

   Casey was getting a hardon.  He flexed and felt strong.  Why not ? 
Everyone else was fucking her.  Carlos mentioned that she was fucking
Rusty. Casey had fucked her daughter several times.  Now that cunt was a
hot fuck !  He walked into the room.  She was still watching the screen. 
He put the joint into his mouth and began rubbing her shoulders.  She
didn't flinch but leaned back into the massage he was giving her.

   Casey took the joint out of his mouth and pressed it to her lips. 
Colleen took a good rip on the joint.  She figured this signaled the end of
work.  She was exhausted.  Casey's hands felt good on her shoulders.  She
hadn't been home in several days and had no idea what her husband was
doing; besides fucking her daughter and several of her friends.  He had a
harem at the house most of the time.  He employed half of them at the store
and she was sure he was fucking them all.  She wasn't truly sure about her
daughter ?!

   Casey left her for the bar.  She missed his hands on her shoulders.  She
wished "Snake" was here.  God !  If Carlos...What an animal.  He'd kill her
tonight.  She hardly ever saw Mike Minter anymore.  Casey was back with a
drink, his hands on her shoulders again.  She alternated between her drink
and another joint.  She was floating in just a few minutes.

   Casey's hands left her shoulders and moved to her breasts.  Her nipples
were hard in moments as his hands cupped and massaged her tits.  She
displayed no resistance.  Casey's dick was getting harder.  He flexed and
imagined her mouth wrapped around his cock.

   Colleen felt his hands on her breasts.  She didn't care.  She wanted the
attention, even if it was Casey.  She couldn't ever remember fucking him
alone but was sure she'd fucked him at one of the parties she'd been to. 
Well, most of them she couldn't remember.  She always seemed to remember
her husband wandering around with some young girl the same age as her
daughter.

   Colleen pushed her head back into Casey's crotch.  She could feel his
bone rubbing against the back of her head.  His hands became more
aggressive with her breasts.  They were unbuttoning her blouse.  She was
excited, her nipples very prominent in her bra.  Casey's hands were working
on her breasts and she was eager to have sex.

   She swiveled the chair around and now was face to face with Casey's
hardon.  It was tenting his slacks.  Colleen got her hands on his fly and
now his slacks were coming open.  He was small compared to the rest but she
had heard the stories about Casey's perversities.  He used women.  But
then, maybe she wanted to be used ?  Her mouth was around his cock and he
was pushing it further into her mouth.

   His hands were in her bra, pinching her nipples.  Colleen was beyond
caring who was groping her.  There was a cock in her mouth and it had been
a while since she'd had the pleasure.  Her head was bobbing, her lips
sliding on and off his cock.  She liked the size.

   Suddenly Casey grabbed Colleen's head with both hands and started
fucking his cock in and out of her mouth.  Saliva was drooling out of the
corners of her mouth, her eyes were watering.  Casey kept fucking his cock
in and out of her mouth.  He was close and wanted to cum on her face.  She
was now back to sucking him like a whore.  His hands were still in her
hair. He pulled her face away and stroked three or four shots of hot semen
on to her face.  Two in the right eye, the others dribbling off her right
cheek.

   Casey stepped away, his cock hanging out of his slacks.  "Get naked,
Colleen.  I've waited a long time for this, honey." Colleen struggled to
get out of the chair.  Casey was backing out of the office.  She knew he
was going to fuck her on his couch.  She followed, wiping his cum off her
face.

   Casey was sitting on the couch, pulling his slacks off.  She dropped her
skirt in the doorway.  She was hungry for whatever he wanted.  He was
smiling at her.  Her panties were bunched up in her crotch.  She hadn't
trimmed in weeks.  She felt hairy.  She left the panties in front of the
couch and then dropped her blouse and bra in the same place.  He had his
dress shirt open and his hairless chest was pale in the unlit office.

   She got up on to the couch on her knees and bent to suck his cock.  His
fingers found their way to her butt and he was soon fucking two fingers in
and out of her cunt and one in and out of her asshole.  She was beyond
helping now.  Her ass was wiggling around as her head bobbed over his
crotch.  Casey was hard and straight when he pulled her face off his cock.

   "Climb aboard, honey." She scrambled up on to her feet and lowered her
ass over his cock.  Casey grabbed her hips and pulled her on to his cock.
"Dance on it, Colleen." Colleen danced.  She was horny and sweaty in just
minutes, bouncing up and down on Casey's hard cock.

   Casey pushed her off of him just a few minutes later.  He climbed over
her and swatted her ass with his bare hand until she had it sticking up in
the air.  He kept swatting her until she was spreading her butt cheeks
apart.  He pushed his cock into her bowels and when he was fully seated,
spanked her ass hard.  She damn near pinched his cock off, her reaction was
so intense.  He started rutting in her and didn't stop until he drained his
cock in her butt.

   Chapter Seven

   Frank A.  Rogers, aka Osama Azzam, eased into the parking lot of the
rundown motel.  He'd been moving every couple of weeks.  Living up and down
the Boulder Highway then alternating downtown for a couple of weeks.  There
were a lot of places you could stay where nobody asked too many questions.
This joint was located in downtown Las Vegas, far away from the famous
"strip." He'd been checking out the area for several days both on foot and
in the vehicle.  Lots of unsavory characters hanging around at all hours.
He saw that the staff was changing as he pulled into the parking space so
he wasted little time getting out of the truck and heading toward the
office.

   Maria Lopez was signing in her cart.  The hotel was strict.  Her
supervisor was inspecting it before she was allowed to clock out.  She
noticed him right away.  It was the way his eyes shifted around, never
looking in one direction for long.  He also looked familiar, very similar
to the man she had identified back in 2001.  That identification was worth
almost everything to Maria Lopez.  It started her on the path to
citizenship after living in the Estados Unidos for fifteen years.

   Azzam was standing at the desk.  He was hoping that this was his
brother's last contact address.  All he had was a description, something
his brother wrote in one of his letters.  Six months had passed since he
entered the USA illegally.  He'd visited countless places like this.  It
was in God's hands; his brother may have left nothing ?

   He told the clerk that his brother had been killed in a traffic
accident. The clerk doubted that anything would be left after that long but
he'd check.  It took forever.  He noticed the Mexican woman and wondered
how long she had been standing there ?  She wasn't staring at him but had
made eye contact with him twice.  He wished the clerk would hurry up.  She
was picking up a bundle of towels.

   The clerk was back.  "Yes, sir.  This was left by your brother.  It was
found on the shelf in the closet.  At least that's what the tag says.  If
you would sign here."

   Azzam bent and signed the slip of paper.  He took the shaving kit and
quickly departed the office.  After throwing the shaving kit into the
passenger seat, he took one last look around.  He hadn't seen the Mexican
woman since she took out the towels.  He eased the Ford 150 out into
traffic and immediately turned off the street the hotel was located on.

   Maria was standing at the edge of the building.  She was staring at the
receding pickup truck.  It was just like her brother's only tan instead of
white.  December registration but she couldn't make out the plates.  Heavy
duty tires.  He was gone.  She reached into her uniform pocket for her cell
phone and paged through her contacts.  There he was.  Just "Carlos." He
told her to call him directly if she ever noticed anything suspicious. 
This certainly fit that description.  The guy took a shaving kit away with
him.  She was sure it was owned by the one she identified years ago.  Why
didn't she think of checking that ?

   It was ringing.  She looked at her watch.  It was five-thirty in the
afternoon and very hot.  It was the hottest part of the day.

   "Carlos here.  Who's speaking."

   "Senor Carlos, es Maria Lopez..." She spoke uninterrupted for almost a
minute and a half.  It was very organized for a woman who had but a fifth
grade education.  She was breathing quickly when her narration ended.  She
hadn't repeated a single statement either, very unusual.  Carlos was
impressed.

   "Senora Lopez, are you still at work ?"

   "Si, Senor Carlos."

   "Please hold on this line.  I'll be right back.  Si ?"

   "Si, Senor Carlos."

   Carlos put her on hold and called down to the garage.  "Frankie, I want
you to take the limo and head downtown.  I'll get you the destination in a
couple of minutes."

   "I'm on it, boss."

   Now back to Senora Lopez.  "Senora Lopez, Carlos here.  This is what I
want you to do..." Carlos went on for several minutes.

   Maria put her cell phone away and moved out on to the sidewalk.  She had
missed her bus but Carlos said he would arrange for her to get home.  He
also said that he would pick up her husband.  Maybe she could talk Pedro
into taking her out to dinner ?

   She walked slowly and followed Carlos' instructions exactly.  She was
excited.  She knew this meant that she would get a big reward, especially
if they caught him.  The last time it was worth a green card for both her
and Pedro.  Plus !  They got five thousand dollars !

   Carlos had arranged for the artist to be picked up.  Frankie was going
to coordinate the rendezvous and get the drawing on the net as soon as
possible, followed up with wanted posters.  He sat on the couch in the
reception area before going to see "Snake".  He wished the "Yachtsman" was
here.  He liked to run his briefings by him before giving them to the
group. "Yachtsman" was an action man like Carlos was and was a good
sounding board for his ideas.  Carlos stared at the TV.

   Trina Sanchez was just finishing up the weather forecast.  Carlos
couldn't take his eyes off of her.  He'd met her over a year ago in one of
the "strip" night clubs.  A hot looking, young Hispanic woman with a huge
bust, tiny waist and great ass.  He wanted to fuck her the first time he
met her.  He saw her a couple of times after that but nothing ever came of
it until he found out she was interested in an opening on the evening
weather for one of the local television stations.  The rumor was that the
station execs thought her tits were too big for television !  In 'Vegas, no
less.

   Regardless, Carlos made it happen.  He knew the right people and better
yet had provided services for the same.  A couple of hints and Trina
Sanchez was getting a start on the morning news which in this town is
watched by just about the same number as the evening news.  It was a start.
Carlos attended her first broadcast.  Now she was doing stand-ins for the
evening weather.  He'd have to give her a call.

   Carlos snapped back to the here and now.  He stood.  He went over the
facts and was ready with rational for each move that he'd made.  He pushed
into "Snake's" office.  He was on the phone.  Colleen was with him.  Her
stunning good looks always made him look twice.  She was becoming a good
team member and was a super fuck to boot.  "Snake" motioned for him to sit.
He did.  Should he brief "Snake" with the woman here ?

   "...Commissioner...Commissioner.  I'm just trying to arrange for the
zoning I was promised when the property was first purchased.  Remember,
dear, you're a member of the same LLC as I am.  Plus all the extra
dividends that seem to accrue.  You and your husband are doing quite well.
So let's get this behind us and concentrate on getting you re-elected. 
I've heard some rumors that you may be seeking higher office."

   "Snake" listened for a few moments and then burst out laughing.  "You
know I'm always willing to help the right people.  Money is drowning this
town.  I doubt you'll have to resort to my resources.  Hey, dear, are you
going to the raffle this weekend ?"

   "Snake" listened for a moment or two.  "Well then I'll see you there. 
Good of you to call, Commissioner.  Love you, dear." "Snake" hung up the
phone and immediately looked over at Carlos.

   "What do you got ?"

   Carlos spent five minutes briefing the two of them.  "Snake" made no
move to stop him so he plowed on and outlined the action he'd taken.  The
woman got up while he was still speaking and moved to the bar.  Carlos
watched her mix two very generous Jack Daniels on the rocks.

   Carlos finished talking.  Colleen handed him one of the drinks and then
moved over by "Snake".  "Snake" took the drink out of her hand and raised
it high.

   "Fucking `A' great job, Carlos !  Blow jobs all around." Colleen started
laughing.  So did Carlos.  He also took a long swallow of "Jack".

  
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   Azzam let the pickup speed up once he was across the dam.  He was on his
way to Phoenix and could see the lights of 'Vegas in the rear view mirror.
He was imagining dimming some of them.  His brother hadn't made it out of
that hell and he was going to make it his.

   He drove all the way without a stop and chose a motel on the outskirts,
south of the metropolitan area.  After registering, he parked the pickup in
the back and reconned the area around the motel thoroughly before he went
to his room.  He had a different ID for every phase of the mission.  He was
John Roberts today.  He forced himself to rest before he inspected the
shaving kit.  This was now the most dangerous part of the mission.  Finding
a support group inside the United States.  The brothers who helped him in
southern Arizona were not to be used again.

   Those in Afghanistan assured him that his brother had on his person,
written, coded instructions for safe houses and "brothers".  But these
assets would probably be compromised.  Today the "base" was much more
fragmented.  Most cells were totally wiped out.  Some cells were little
more than rumor.  Those in Afghanistan were sure that the americans were
rounding up innocent muslims and throwing them behind bars just to stir up
unrest and prejudice against the muslim faith.  Unfortunately, most of
those picked up did have terrorist connections.  It's hard to hide the
electronic trail that communication over long distances entails today.

   What those in Afghanistan didn't understand was that today's america was
very much different than the one they attacked in 2001.  Foreigners were
being watched.  Foreign vacationers were not as plentiful as they were in
the nineties.  Who wanted to be strip searched just because you take your
family to see the Grand Canyon or Disneyland ?  Azzam was pleased the
Americans did this to themselves.  But he was also glad that he wouldn't
have to use air travel to complete his mission.

   Chapter Eight

   Out at Sea - August 2005

   "Yachtsman" was at the helm.  Jill was down below, sleeping.  Their two
guests were sunbathing in the nude out in front of him if he cared to look.
But he'd seen it all before, in more intimate circumstances.  "Yachtsman"
fired up laptop number one and waited for the system to come up then
searched for the satellite; got a lock then google mapped the area they
were headed to, looking for patterns.  The radar was in full three-sixty
sweep mode.  One sweep per minute, plenty enough for out here.  They were
well out to sea and would come into the marina from the northwest.

   The girls would be spending the year on the farm.  Jay's helpers from
this harvest would leave after these two got settled on the farm; most of
the harvesting and all the packing and storing had been completed.  These
two would be spending the winter studying how to become farmers and then
working on the farm during the spring and summer.  After the harvest next
year they'd be off with their ill gotten gains.  Fifty "g's" was a lot of
money to these girls and would allow them to start new lives just about
anywhere.  It was never a challenge, finding willing, young women.  They
were plentiful, especially on the west coast and in 'Vegas.
To: "Snake"
From: "Yachtsman"

   Smooth sailing so far.  Another two weeks at least.  Keep you advised.

   "Yachtsman" spent a little over ten minutes looking over weather reports
and tide information.  Wind forecasts looked promising.  They might arrive
a little earlier.  A low pressure system was coming south out of the Gulf
of Alaska but he was sure it would be repelled by the dominant summer high
over the western United States.  Smooth sailing ahead.  He fired up lap top
number two and set up some computer simulations.  He also lit up a great
big joint.  One of the girls up front, as if she smelled it, got to her
feet.

   She had lovely tits.  Almost softball size and firm as her thighs.  They
bounced very little as she moved aft.  Sandy was her name.  He couldn't
remember her last name.  Cathy was the other one.  Sandy was tall and
stacked.  Cathy was short and flat, nice nipples, though.

   "Sandy, how about getting me some tea ?" She just nodded and disappeared
below.  Fuck !  It had taken him three days to get them to keep the hatch
shut at all times.  He'd run several exercises with them, you know, if the
boat started taking water or a huge storm just happened to catch them. 
That sort of shit.

   Jill came topside with his tea.  "Sandy's racking out a bit.  She's
going to keep me company tonight." Yachtsman looked at his watch.  It was
eighteen hundred hours.  He was off in two hours.  He shut down number two
computer and brought up the satellite on number one.

   "How about taking the helm while I take a piss ?"

   "Sure."

   He stood down wind and dropped his trunks.  His stream arced into the
ocean.  Jill was taking a hit off his pipe and paging through weather
reports.  "Yachtsman" smiled.  He'd taught her well.  The best crew he'd
ever had.  The others were adequate but he always feared a true emergency
with them.  Jill was different.  He jumped down onto the deck and stretched
a bit before he took over the helm again.

  
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   A man and woman were sitting in a government issue, unmarked sedan
parked down the street from Clark County Commissioner Tiffany "Tiffy"
Packard's three million dollar estate.  It was over two acres and
surrounded by a forest of trees.  The Commissioner had arrived home just an
hour ago.  The agents watched her drive by in her brand new Mercedes.

   A cell phone rang in the sedan.  One of the agents answered it on the
second ring.  "Carpenter."

   "Bring her in." The call ended.

   Karen Carpenter spoke.  "Let's go.

   The other agent started the car and they slowly rolled forward toward
Commissioner Packard's estate.

   "Tiffy" was on the phone when her youngest daughter burst into the room,
immediately followed by the two agents.  "Sorry.  I'm going to have to go."
The commissioner hung up the phone and stood.  She was a small woman,
barely reaching five feet.  Her blonde hair was bleached and cut short,
framing a very attractive face with pouty lips and deep blue eyes.  The
eyes were helped along with contact lenses.  She was a trim woman with
small breasts and a nice fanny.  Her political power came from somewhere
but no one was quite sure where; back east was the guess ?  Her looks
helped.

   "Tiffany Packard ?" It was Agent Carpenter.  "Tiffy" nodded her head. 
She suspected they were government.  "Please answer verbally, mam." She was
positive now.

   "Yes, I'm Tiffany Packard." Her husband was still at his office,
probably fucking that new medical records technician he hired last month.
She looked at her watch.  One of the agents was coming toward her with
handcuffs.  Tiffany Packard broke out in a sweat.....

   .....The room was small and filled with stale air.  It had a very close
feeling that made her feel unclean.  It was also overly warm and she was
perspiring.  Her underarms were damp.  She could smell herself or maybe it
was fear ?

   The door opened.  She stood.  "Why haven't I been able to call my
attorney ?  I refuse to speak with anyone unless my attorney is present."

   "Sit down, Commissioner.  You get but one chance on this one.  You make
the wrong choice and you'll be sitting in a prison cell long after your
kids have graduated from high school.  You'll be a real old lady by then,
Commissioner."

   Fear coursed through the blonde county commissioner standing across from
the federal agent.  He saw the guilt written all over her face.  She was
going to break right now.  These politicians were all the same, weak.  "Sit
down, Commissioner." She meekly sat and lowered her face into her hands.

   The questions started slowly but then all of a sudden there was three of
them.  All men and they were relentless.  Over and over with the same
questions.  Her scripted answers stopped sounding logical long ago but she
continued on, playing only for time.

   There was no way she could account for the vast amounts of cash that
moved through her campaign accounts during the last election.  She couldn't
explain it because she didn't want to tell them that she got it in a paper
shopping bag.....

   .....She remembered the first time.  The call came a little after
midnight.  Her husband wanted to know who it was ?  She had to tell him to
shut up twice.

   "I'm sorry I didn't hear you.

   "Pay attention, Commissioner.  Valet park your car at the Belagio.  I'll
pick you up there.  One A.M.  Be on time." The phone went dead in her ear.

   She jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.  Her campaign was in
dire straights.  In short, it was broke.  Her opponent was being bankrolled
by a consortium of developers who were disturbed with several of her votes
on the commission.  She tended to defer to the local boys on matters of
zoning and that put a lot of developers in a not so generous mood.

   She'd let certain groups know that she was in need.  That she would do
anything.  These were whispered conversations in the back seats of limos
after a late lunch.  She knew several groups of people who needed to have
certain zoning issues go their way.

   She was early and that was a good omen.  She didn't spend much time on
the "Strip" at this time of night and was standing at the curb when a drab
foreign compact pulled up at precisely one a.m.  She bent to look into the
vehicle.

   "Get in the car, commissioner." She quickly got into the car and off
they went.

   "Well, commissioner, you must be in the real deep shit if I'm the one
you turn to at this ungodly hour." Of course she recognized him but she had
no idea what he did for a living or that he was connected to these
particular zoning issues.  This was some big money here.

   "I don't recall your name, sir ?" This asshole could be an undercover
cop of some kind she thought.

   "We're way beyond that, Commissioner Packard...Tiffany.  Such a Las
Vegas name.  And `Tiffy,' just slutty enough for this town.  We've met a
dozen times and yet you forget my name.  And shit !  I've got a bag of cash
waiting for you at my condo.  One hundred thousand reasons to remember my
name, `Tiffy.' You'll pay for that, honey.  Fasten your seat belt."

   He took the next turn off the strip and now they were headed east on
Flamingo.  Several turns later, they were back on the "Strip" and then into
an underground garage behind one of the casinos.  He had a card for an
electronic gate and then they were descending to another lower level. 
There was a valet waiting for them and a single elevator.  The elevator
door was open.  There didn't appear to be any room for parking at this
level.

   "We're here, 'Tiffy.' Get that cute, little butt of yours out of the
car."

   She was going to say something but decided not to.  She needed the money
and didn't have it yet.  She'd give a few people a little heart burn over
this incident.  She followed him into the elevator.  There were just two
arrows for buttons - up and down.  "Snake" Edwards pushed the up arrow.  He
was going to enjoy fucking her.

   Chapter Nine

   The elevator door opened into a hallway.  "Snake" guided her to a door
that was opened with the same card he used to enter the private level of
the garage.  Tiffany really had no idea where she was but noticed the room
was well decorated, very expensive.  There was a large stand-up bar against
the far wall and a unbelievable large glass desk between it and where she
stood.

   The lighting was dim but she had no trouble finding the shopping bag
full of cash.  It was under the desk.  She lost track of where her host
was. She found him at the bar.

   "Drink ?" He called to her.

   "No thank you, whoever you are." She was getting her confidence back.

   "Cut the shit, Tiffany.  The only reason I'm here is because you said
you would do anything.  I was sent to find out what 'anything' meant.  And
then parlay that into collateral so that the money doesn't just disappear
into one of your off-shore accounts.  Capise ?"

   Tiffany Packard hardly followed what he was talking about.  But at the
mention of the off-shore accounts a chill ran up her back.  How did he know
about them ?  He was bringing her a drink.  She accepted the drink and not
really knowing what it was, took a sip.  It was bourbon.  He was
controlling the encounter and she still had no real idea who he was ?

   "What do you mean 'collateral' ?" He was staring right into her eyes
from less than three feet away.  It made her feel very small.  He was
smiling at her.

   "Well, what do you have that I might want ?" The smile was quite wicked
looking and Tiffany looked away.  "Take another sip, Commissioner.  I
believe we're going to have a bonding moment here in a short while.  What
do you have right here with you that I might be interested in ?"

   Tiffany felt another chill come over her then a flash of electricity
rushed up her spine.  Her nipples got hard almost instantly.  She turned
away from him.  He couldn't mean sex ?!  He just couldn't but what else did
she have but her body ?  She took a couple of steps away from him then
turned back toward him.  The distance was defensive.  She was beginning to
realize that if she wanted the money she was going to have to complete this
deal.  The distance made her feel stronger, closer to his height.

   "Come on, honey.  I want that cute little butt of yours on that couch."
He nodded toward the very long couch against the wall opposite the desk
then moved toward the desk and sat.

   Tiffany sat on the couch.  She couldn't help but notice that his legs
were spread under the desk.  It was all glass.  She looked up at him.

   "You know what it is, Tiffany.  It's what you and your husband no longer
do." She had goose bumps break out all over her neck and shoulders.  Her
nipples were totally erect and she couldn't hide them with her arms.  He
was smiling that wicked smile at her again.  She looked away.

   "That's not going to help you, Tiffany.  You don't get the money until
you do me.  You know what that means.  Word is you've done it before." He
just stared at her.  She took another sip of her drink.  How did this guy
know so much ?  Now he was grabbing his crotch.  She spied a boner in his
pants.  He must know she could see him.  Still, he was smiling at her.

   "Come on, Tiffany.  Get comfortable.  Kick off the shoes.  Lose the
skirt and blouse." She was flushed with perspiration.  There was no longer
any doubt.  He wanted to fuck her.  She would probably have to suck his
cock, too.  She looked away.  He laughed.  "You're going to like it too,
aren't you ?"

   He was out from around the desk and heading toward her.  He had a boner
in his slacks, a big one.  It moved when he walked.  She looked up at him.
He was standing close and towering over her.  She couldn't escape.  He was
opening his belt and now his slacks were coming open.  She tried looking
away.  He grabbed the top of her head and turned her face so that she had
to watch while he opened and dropped his slacks to the floor.  He wasn't
wearing underwear and was partially erect.

   Her mouth was close to the head of his penis.  Now his cock head was
against her lips.  She couldn't keep them closed and soon had about three
inches of hardening meat in her mouth.  "Snake" was getting hard very fast.
He pushed more of his turgid meat into her mouth.

   "Suck my cock, commissioner." He had a hand on each ear, pulling and
pushing her mouth on and off his dick and getting very hard.  She was
starting to sweat in her clothes.  Her cunt was getting very damp; inside
her panties was very humid.  Her mouth was full of his cock.  It was
assaulting her lips and mouth, her throat was feeling a poke with each
thrust.  She had never been used this way and could not think of a lover
who would spread a rumor that she loved to suck cock ?

   "Snake" was ready to fuck the county commissioner.  He wanted to watch
his cock poking in and out from between the cheeks of her tight ass.  He
was fully erect.

   "Come on, honey.  Time to do a little fucking." He was kicking off his
loafers and getting out of his slacks.  He was naked below the dress shirt,
his cock poking up, making a tent in the shirt.  "Word has it that you love
to fuck.  Get on your knees and get that skirt up over your ass,
commissioner." It was a command and Tiffany Packard was not used to taking
orders.  She didn't move but instead took a sip of her drink.

   "Cute, commissioner.  "Snake" closed the distance and dropped to his
knees at her feet.  His hands shoved her skirt up over her hips and there
she was with her pantied crotch visible to his view.  She struggled to push
her skirt down over her hips.  He just laughed.

   In one swift movement, "Snake" pushed her knees apart and forced himself
between them.  Her movements were becoming frantic.  Her panties were what
you would expect from a middle-aged wife and mother, plain white with a
little lace at the hip.  Her struggling was making her butt cheeks tense up
and her camel toe was right there.  "Snake" rubbed his fingers against her
lips.  Her panties were tight against her crotch, some brown pubic hair was
escaping from the crotch of her panties.

   Tiffany knew that if he got his fingers into her she was doomed.  Forced
or not when she was this wet, she'd be out of control in minutes.  She
wondered if her "secret" lover told him that ?  He was pulling the crotch
of her panties aside and now his fingers were in her pubic hair.  She could
feel his fingers against her vagina.  She was going to fuck him.  She was
sure now.  There was no backing out now.  A hundred grand for a piece of
ass.  She felt she was worth it.

   Her hips started moving about as soon as he slipped a finger into her.
She was not tight in any sense of the word.  That was okay with "Snake" as
he liked a woman who wasn't small down there.  The smaller they were the
less they seemed to like fucking.  In moments he had three fingers in her,
rotating around like a mix master.  She'd given up any pretense of
struggling and was eagerly undulating her hips around as he reamed her out
with his fingers.

   The commissioner was out of control.  She had her arms straightened out
against the cushions of the couch.  Her ass was half off the couch, her
legs spread wide.  Her crotch was naked and he was shoving fingers in and
out of her.  Her feet were on the ground.  He was on his knees between
them. She tried raising her head but couldn't because her legs were
thrusting her crotch up at his ravaging hand.

   "Snake" pulled his fingers out of her.  Her cunt was a mess of damp,
brown pubic hair and spread, pink cunt.  He stood and stroked his cock a
couple of times.  He'd lost a little of his hardon.

   "Sit up, Tiffy." She was still half lying on the couch with her legs
spread around his feet.  She struggled to sit up.  "Snake" grabbed her
blouse and pulled her up into a sitting position.  His other hand went to
the back of her head and in moments her mouth was full of his cock but not
before he pulled his foreskin back and showed her the "snake" head. 
"Snake" Edwards.  "Tiffy" Packard remembered as "Snake's" cock head ran
into the back of her throat.  "Snake" Edwards was his name.

   "Snake" had been fucking her mouth for a while now.  He had her stripped
down to nothing but her sandals.  He was sure Casey was getting some great
video.  The bitch didn't have a bad little body and did love to suck cock.
That fucking "Yachtsman" is always able to find the dirt.  He was close to
losing his load and pulled "Tiffy's" mouth off of his cock by her hair. 
His other hand was stroking his cock and it wasn't until the first burst of
semen hit her face that the commissioner realized what was happening.  Two
more shots splashed onto her forehead and then the crown of her blonde
hair. "Snake" yanked her face back to his cock and coaxed a few more
dribbles on to her cheek before shoving his cock back into her mouth.  He
could tell she was horny for more.  She was nibbling on him.....

   .....She had already answered this question several times and the answer
always seemed so lame.  The two in the corner were laughing.  She was
startled when the door to the room burst open and a man in a gray suit with
a green tie slowly walked into the room.

   "Commissioner Packard do not say one more word.  Gentleman this
interview is over and will be of little use to you as I'm sure my client
asked for her attorney to be present as soon as you brought her down here.
Please leave."

   He leaned down as the door was being shut and whispered to her, "`Snake'
sent me." He straightened up and took her elbow as she got to her feet.

  
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   The two agents strained to listen to the tape.  They had been at it
since the commissioner and her attorney left the room.  The tape had been
enhanced three levels and now the computer was going through it's magic.

   "I'm positive he said `snake.' I think it's the mfwic's (mother-fucker
what's in charge) call sign.  This is the break we've been waiting for. 
I'm betting my career on this one !"

   Chapter Ten

   British Columbia, Canada - September 2005

   It was past midnight before they slipped into the marina.  Both Jill and
"Yachtsman" were topside, wearing night vision goggles and dark sweat
suits. There was a mist and at times "Yachtsman" was primarily navigating
by radar.  Their speed was under two knots and almost silent as the
electric motors purred away.

   "All stop, `Yachtsman.' I've got a visual on the slip." The sound of the
electric motors dropped to zero.  Presently the slip was coming into view
for the "Yachtsman" so he called back to her.

   "Tally ho, Jill.  Get our guests ready." He could see her silhouette as
she moved down into the bowels of the ship.  As soon as he got the boat
lined up, he was up and moving forward.  Jay had lined the slip with over
fifty empty water jugs to cushion the "Viper." He just had to worry about
the bow of the ship as it coasted into it's home for the next several weeks
or so.  He was up on the dock pulling on a tie down.  Almost perfect.  Just
a slight jarring.  Jill was already leading the girls out and up on to the
dock.  The three of them disappeared in the gloom as "Yachtsman" tied the
boat securely.  He locked the cabin door and started removing his sweat
shirt as he walked along the dock to the parking lot.

   The van was running.  He could see the exhaust.  The lights were off and
he left them that way until he was out of the parking lot and moving east
along the shore road.  Jill was squeezed into the foot well on the
passenger side.  She got up and sat back in the passenger seat.

   "Good job, girls.  Won't be long now." "Yachtsman" called back to the
two in the rear.  He gave Jill's thigh a firm squeeze as he pushed the
van's speed up to forty-five.  Moments later the pungent smell of marijuana
filled the van.  Jill passed the pipe to "Yachtsman" before allowing those
in the back their turn.....



   .....Jay Richards was standing well away from the weed infested road
that led to the farm house.  He sat every once and a while on a flat stone
that just poked up through the forest floor.  He'd left the girls at the
farm but then neither of them wanted to hike the six miles to the gate. 
Jay liked the exercise.  Farming wasn't that hard once you got the
procedures down.  His was a small operation compared to some he'd heard
about up here.

   It was going on zero two hundred hours, an ungodly time for man and
beast.  The glow of the head lights appeared first.  Then just a few
moments later he could hear his truck.  No doubt it was his.  "Yachtsman"
was hardly moving as he turned off the highway.  Jay moved toward the dirt
track that led to the farm.  The truck was still about a hundred feet away
when he showed himself.

   Jay stood there still with his right hand behind his back clutching his
nine millimeter pistol.  In these times, if you're going to grow dope,
you've got to be armed, even in Canada.  The headlights on the van
immediately went dark.  Jay took a couple of steps forward and heard the
driver's side door open.

   "Yachtsman" threw the van into neutral and pulled up the emergency
brake. "Keep the girls in the van, Jill.  I'll be back in a moment." He was
gone.  Jill watched them throw their arms around each other about ten feet
in front of the van.

   "Fuckin' `A' `Yachtsman' great to see you.  Fuck !  Pattie and Megan can
hardly wait to see you.  Fuck you is more like it.  And what are the new
girls like, good heads on them ?"

   "Yachtsman" was always amazed.  It was like bringing him Christmas in
September every year.  "Come on, Jay.  Let's get to the farm.  I'm
starved."

   Less than thirty seconds later the dull gray van disappeared into the
mist.  All that remained was the pungent odor of marijuana.

  
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   She finished the evening weather telecast not five minutes ago.  Trina
Sanchez closed up her cell phone and set it down on her make-up table.  She
hadn't seen nor heard from him in three, four months.  She stood and
shucked off her suit jacket.  She hung the jacket on a hanger and put it
away for next week some time.  She'd had plans but would have to put them
on hold for now, possibly postpone them.

   She remembered what she told him after her first show.  He was there in
the studio with her parents and all her friends.  She could tell by the
company he kept.  Most of the station execs were gathered around him.  He
was chatting casually with them.  It was Carlos who "juiced" her into it.
She was positive now.  The call for the second interview surprised her. 
She had already written it off and was pursuing other employment.

   Carlos' name had been mentioned several times during the subsequent
interview.  They wanted her to make sure Carlos knew that his word made the
difference, although they never came out and said it.  She always wondered
if he did it just to get in her panties ?  Others had done so.  She
wondered if he had ?  Her friends said that she shouldn't get involved with
him.  He was a little too rough around the edges.  That's what excited her
about him, from the very first touch, the very first dance.

   He looked up at her as she left the set that first time.  The look said
he owned her.  And while she didn't run to him right then, she knew she
would have to thank him in a way that her family wouldn't understand.  When
she got to Carlos, she threw her arms around his neck and whispered in his
ear, "I think you own me for a while, Carlos." He squeezed her tight.

   Tonight was that night.  She was anxious about it.  Her boy friend,
really her fianc,, would never hear a word of this night.  How do you
explain that you need to have sex with someone else but that you don't
really love them ?  It was just sex; like it was just business.  She knew
she didn't have to but doing so would pay a debt and allow her to draw on
it later.  Without "juice" she would eventually lose her position and be
forced into something she didn't want to do.

   She threw her blouse into the hamper and stood there looking at herself
in the mirror.  Her breasts were encased in a very sturdy, white bra,
custom made just for her, but still her flesh overflowed the cups.  Her bra
held her breasts together forming a deep cleavage.  She slipped the
shoulder straps off and pulled the bra around so that she could unhook it.
Her breasts hung down on her chest, huge melons of brown meat.  Her areolae
were four inches across and a dark tan on her brown skin, her nipples large
slugs in the center of each.

   She rummaged through her dressing drawer looking for a sexier bra, her
humongous breasts swaying back and forth.  It was red and looked radiant
against her brown skin.  She was hooked up and into the bra in seconds. 
She left her jeans on, knowing that the black panties, she was wearing,
would be enough.  She selected a pull over that would cling to her and the
scooped out front would display her breasts to her best advantage.

   Trina looked at her watch and quickly ran a brush through her long dark
hair.  She'd have to hurry.  Minutes later she left her dressing room and
quickly walked to the parking lot.  She enter her VW bug and motored out of
the lot.  She was but ten minutes away from where she was told to meet him.
She drove right to the valet station and waited in her car.  One of the
young guys at the stand rushed past several vehicles in front of her and
opened her door.

   "Ms.  Sanchez, Carlos told me to expect you.  Please follow me to his
suite." He held out his hand and Trina took it.  He was ahead of her on the
way to the elevator.  Up they went.  They alighted at the tenth floor and
her escort knocked on room 1004.  It was a few moments before the door
opened.  Carlos was standing there.  Her escort backed down the hall.

   Carlos was wearing a Hawaiian shirt that had the top three buttons open.
It was several shades of green with a lot of leaf patterns on it and almost
turned his dark skin to a dark tan, almost.  Gray sweat pants finished up
the ensemble, topped off by huarache sandals.  His shaved head reflected
the light in the entryway.  He stepped aside.

   "Welcome, Trina.  I should have had you up a long time ago."

   Trina entered the suite.  It was huge with a bar against the wall to the
left.  She headed for the center of the room.  Carlos followed and watched
her butt move in her jeans.  His cock jerked in his sweat pants.

   "Get you something to drink, Trina ?"

   "Sure, Carlos.  Tequila, if you got it."

   Carlos laughed.  "Shit, hon.  About a dozen brands.  Call it."

   "You choose it, Carlos." And he did.

   They drank in silence for a moment or two.  Trina commented on his
choice of tequila and they started some small talk about how fucking hot it
was and so on.

   "The reason I called today...Well, it's a little embarrassing.  I was
getting ready to brief some associates on some recent business and was
composing myself when I saw you on the TV in the reception area.  I
couldn't tear myself away from the TV until you were finished.  We haven't
seen each other in a while.  So I called and ruined your evening.  I
apologize." Carlos took a drink of tequila.  Trina waved her hand in the
air.

   "Carlos, I owe you.  I know that.  You called.  I'm here."

   "Just watching you on TV tonight was enough thanks, Trina.  But I would
like you to do me a service." He paused.  She was sure he was going to ask
for something sexual.  Everyone told her that's the way he works.  He does
you a service and you do him.  They said his dick was the size of a large
salami.  She had a hard time believing that.

   She was staring at him from across the room.  He was sitting on the
couch.  She had chosen a stuffed chair.  Not once had he taken a look at
her cleavage, not once.

   "Working at the station you might be able to give me a heads-up if some
reporter decides to do a little sniffing around.  If an editor decides to
do a story involving some of the more esoteric services offered to the
hotel cliental.  As this part of the state resembles California more and
more, the political establishment will be forced to deal with these moral
issues eventually.  Look at the smoking issue.  Rumor has it there will be
two initiatives dealing with the issue on next years ballot.  Either one is
going to hit the bottom line of a lot of places and all those places pay
taxes.  Those taxes will have to be replaced.  The fight over taxes is
going to split the state right down the middle."

   Carlos stopped, took a sip and just stared at the young lady sitting
across the room.  "You okay with that ?"

   Chapter Eleven

   "Is that all ?" She was disappointed, more than disappointed; she was
pissed.  What was wrong with her ?  She knew she was hot.  Why didn't he
want her ?

   He was just smiling at her.  "Well...I'd love to watch you do the
weather topless.  Naked would be the better.  How 'bout it.  A little walk
on the wild side.  What do you say, Trina ?"

   The flush started in the pit of her stomach and rushed up around her
breasts, her neck and finally her face.  She was burning up.  Was he
serious ?  He was just sitting there on the couch, taking another sip of
tequila.  Her nipples were coming erect.  Her vagina began throbbing.  Did
he expect her to just get up and strip for him ?

   "Well...I guess that's a no, then."

   "I'll...I'll need a pointer, Carlos...To do it properly." It rushed out
of her; like she was going to flunk the test, trying to make up for past
wrong answers.

   Carlos smiled at her and let his knees fall open.  Trina was looking
around the room for something to use as a pointer.  Carlos realized that
she had no idea what he was thinking of.  He reached down and grabbed a
hold of his shaft and gave it a couple of good squeezes.  She was still
looking around.

   Trina saw him reach for his cock but didn't believe he'd grab himself in
front of her.  Then it dawned on her.  He wanted her to use his dick as the
pointer.  Her cunt was throbbing more urgently.  Her breasts were tender,
her nipples fully erect.  She knew they were showing.  Her crotch felt
damp.

   Carlos took his hand away from his meat and flexed it.  The sweat pants
jumped where his cock was and the young lady was mesmerized by his slab of
meat.  Trina knew she was staring at it but couldn't stop.  They, whoever
they are, were right about the size of his penis.  It was huge and made her
fianc, look like a grammar school kid.  She'd never seen nor handled
anything close to this size.

   She bent forward as she rose from the stuffed chair, grabbing the bottom
of her pull over.  As she straightened up she pulled her top off over her
head holding it in her hands, above her head.  She started moving the top
from side to side with her arms up over her head, swaying back and forth.
What she suspected a stripper might do.

   The red bra got the effect she desired.  His eyes were riveted to her
bra encased tits as she swayed back and forth.  She stopped swaying after
flipping her top over by his feet.  She shook her tits from side to side as
she wiggled out of her jeans.  She had to sit down to get the jeans off
over her sandals.  He was still staring at her tits.  His cock was much
more impressive, like a huge tent pole in his sweat pants.

   Trina rose to her feet in just her panties, bra and sandals.  Her hands
went behind her back and then her humongous breasts were dropping down
below her bra.  Her dark areolae and nipples moving about as she slung the
bra over where her top lay.  She thrust her naked tits out for him, holding
them up with her hands.  He was motioning her forward.  She took just one
step.  The size of his penis was almost unbelievable.  She knew she was big
down there but was still apprehensive.

   Enough of this Carlos thought.  "No more teasin', darling.  Time for
some sugar, baby." She bent over and put her hands on his knees.  His cock
was a huge lump in his crotch.  Lust had overcome her apprehension and now
she was eager to get his meat stuffed in between her legs.  She dropped to
her knees and reached for the waist band of his sweat pants.  He lifted his
hips and it sprang out as soon as she lowered his pants.

   Carlos kept his cock moving about with some flexes and the young
Hispanic woman was amazed with the size, he was sure.  He reached forward
and took her breasts in his hands.  He felt them, heavy, nipples erect.  He
ran his hands up to her cheeks and with a hand on each side of her face
pushed his cock into her mouth.  She gagged but Carlos backed off just a
little.

   "Suck it, Trina.  Then I'm gonna fuck that tight, little ass of yours
all night long, darling." He was pushing and pulling her face off and on
his cock, her lips sliding up and down his shaft.  Saliva was leaking from
both sides of her mouth and his cock was sliding in and out faster.  His
hands were back to mauling her tits.  He was pulling on her nipples.  Her
head was still bobbing over his crotch; his fat prick being gobbled up by
her saliva slippery lips.  It was turning her on like never before, just
sucking on his dick.  Her head bobbed faster, her lips glistened with her
spittle.

   Carlos had her tits in his hands, his fingers pinching and pulling on
her nipples.  They were by far the heaviest tits he'd ever felt and he'd
had some pretty top heavy women.  If he let her continue he was going to
drown her in cum.  Maybe later, he wanted to fuck her now.  He brought a
hand up into her hair, slowly pulling her face out of his crotch.  They
were looking into each other's face, her mouth and chin wet with saliva.

   He smiled at her.  "You are very good with your mouth.  I can't imagine
you having many.  You must be a natural.  Get up."

   She got to her feet.  "Turn around." She complied.  He grabbed the back
of her black panties and pulled them down to her feet.  "Step out of them."
Again she complied.  Her ass was slim but well padded and he took her buns
in his hands.  He spread her cheeks and saw a patch of hair growing between
the cheeks of her ass.  His boner quivered.  Carlos liked a woman with hair
between her legs.  To him it meant that she hadn't been keeping it shaved
or trimmed for a lover or husband.  They weren't taking care of it or she'd
be taking care of this.  He pulled her by the ass toward his face.  One
lick from furry bush to not so furry asshole.

   "Oh !  God !" Trina cried out and immediately stepped away from him. 
Carlos slapped her right buttock.  "Step back here, honey.  I just want to
make sure you're ready." Trina had been eaten before but no one had ever
licked her asshole.  She could still feel his tongue running over her anus.
He was spreading her butt again.  This time she bent over a little.  He
moaned something and then his tongue reamed itself right into her butt
hole.

   Carlos grabbed her by the thighs and pressed his face between the cheeks
of her ass.  His tongue was pumping in and out of her asshole.  She smelled
clean, surprising with all the hair.  She was starting to wiggle her butt
around.  He grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the floor.  She bent in
half and now he was reaming his tongue between two very fat cunt lips.  Her
vagina was well lubricated.

   Carlos pulled her closer by about six inches and then yanked her butt
down over his crotch.  Trina lost her balance and fell on his cock.  She
rolled away from it but Carlos captured her hips and pulled her back.  He
was rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her well padded behind.  His
hands found her tits and began rolling her nipples around with his fingers.

   "I want you to get up on your feet on the couch and slowly lower your
cunt on to my cock.  Got it, honey ?" He was pulling on her hips and in
just moments she was squatting over his cock.  He was holding it up.  From
where she was it looked a foot long and fat as a big salami.  Her hands
were on his knees and she lowered her cunt to about an inch away from his
cock.

   In one movement, Carlos pulled her down; impaling her cunt on his cock.
She threw her head back and cried out.  Carlos thrust up into her.  Another
cry.  He began fucking her.  Short, quick thrusts, fucking his cock in and
out of her.  She'd stopped the crying out and was now chanting or moaning.
Take your pick.

  
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   Washington D.C.

   The clock read three-fifteen a.m.  The phone was into it's third ring.
Anderson Davies finally silenced it.

   "Davies here." Only the government called at this hour of the morning.
The government never shuts down.  Frightening when you think about it.

   Mindy Weathers rushed to tell him.  "They screwed up, Anderson !  They
screwed up !" The excitement in her voice brought him awake immediately. 
"We've got enough to mount an operation.  I'd like you to be on the team.
Can you meet me at headquarters ?"

   Anderson looked over at his wife.  She was still sleeping.  Well, the
phone was on his side.  "Right now ?"

   "Yea.  I got my boss to sign the paperwork.  You work for me as of right
now.  Same pay, same government just a different department, different
goals.  You have a problem working with a woman ?" It wasn't accusatory.  a
Just spoken matter of factly.

   Sixty days ago he couldn't have said this.  "No problem.  Be an honor
working for you, Agent Weathers." He was serious when he said it.  He'd
spent a lot of time with her in the past couple of months.  It was
exciting. He needed that at his age.  He needed to be needed.  He knew she
needed him but more than that, wanted him.

   "Knock off the agent Weathers shit, Anderson.  How long until you can be
here ?"

   "Two hours at the most, Mindy.  You're sure this is it ?" They'd been
analyzing data for two months or more.  The little they had was conjecture.
Even the "Snake" that some detective thought he could discern from a taped
conversation between a county commissioner in Clark County, Nevada and her
attorney was very shaky.

   "As sure as you can be at this stage.  Hurry up.  I'll order breakfast
for say, five-thirty ?"

   "I'll be there." Anderson hung the phone up and stretched.  A real
career move at his age.  He knew his boss would really be pissed.  But the
rest of the staff would be green with envy.  They'd think he was ballsy !
He wanted to go out as a ballsy kind of guy.

   Chapter Twelve

   "Snake" was listening on the phone.  Carlos was insisting they meet.  It
was just after ten p.m.  on a Thursday night.  What the fuck could possible
be wrong ?  "Snake" was running it through his mind.  Carlos had used an
emergency code word in the first sentence.

   "I'm moving now." He hung up the office phone and took out his cell
phone.  He switched to the secure mode.  A text message was coming in right
now.  He had his coat on and was heading for the elevator while reading the
message.  It was a shut down sequence.  Casey was shutting down the system.
Instead he headed for the stairs.  Better down than up.

   Three minutes and thirty seconds later, "Snake" slipped into the casino
from one of the men's rooms.  He was quickly through the front door and
shortly after that was swallowed up by the crowds on the sidewalk.  He
walked for almost fifteen minutes.  It was still hot on "The Strip" at this
time of night.  Summer lasts a real long time in the desert.

   He was sweating freely when he entered the cool, dark bar.  A sports bar
with a Pittsburgh Steelers motif about six blocks east of the "strip."
Carlos was sitting in a booth with two young ladies.  Early twenties.  He
knew them both.  Gina Colgate, one of his partner's daughter, was one.  The
other was Taylor Pine.  They both worked for Carlos.  They didn't look a
day over eighteen.

   Carlos raised his hand when he saw "Snake" enter the bar.  Gina rushed
out of the booth and ran to him.  They hugged in the middle of the bar. 
The place was hardly near capacity.  "Snake" kept his arm around her when
they got back into the booth.  A cute, young cocktail waitress was rushing
another pitcher of beer to the booth.

   Carlos looked at his watch.  "Good time, `Snake.' I never believed you
could do it.  Okay, here's what's gone down so far.  One of the ladies sent
a reply message in the clear and then followed it up with an encrypted
reply.  Later, one of our parties was raided.  Locals plus federals.  No
state.  Four party goers and two ladies." "Snake" was about to say
something but Carlos lifted his arm.

   "Let me finish here, boss.  They are all down town at present and I've
sent a shyster to get them out, pay bail and all that shit.  The young lady
who made the mistake will be given a one way ticket to anywhere she wants,
usual stipulations.  Questions ?"

   "Sorry, man.  You did the right thing." "Snake" took a long swallow of
beer.  He could feel Gina's hand on his thigh.  He knew what the plan was.
He was looking forward to the next couple of days with these two.  Carlos
got up and went to talk with the bar tender.  Tyler got up to use the can.
They were going to be driving for several hours and the boys wouldn't want
to stop.  She grabbed Gina's hand and pulled her along.  "Snake" watched
their tight butts wiggle toward the bathroom.

   "The bartender and I go back a ways.  I made sure he didn't see us. 
There's a rental out back.  Tyler's driving.  We're in the back until we
get out of town.  You ready ?"

   "Let me take a piss." Carlos followed him to the head.

  
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   Mindy Weathers was holding out a cup with his name on it.  Special Agent
Anderson Davies.  He could see the steam coming off the coffee.  He took it
and blew on it.  She was just standing there, hands on her hips.  He
imagined her naked.  His cock twitched.

   "You made good time." He just smiled at her.  The dark, shoulder length
hair turned him on to no end.  He had to get his mind on business.  And he
didn't want to make this two hour round trip commute every day.

   "Come on.  You ready ?" She was backing down the hallway.  "We have to
share space.  Sorry but we won't be here long." She was off and he was
right behind her.  She smelled good and had such a nice ass.

   She turned into the small space they shared.  There were two identical
laptops on the two desk tops pushed back to back.  She motioned for him to
sit across from her.  Anderson took his seat.

   "Okay...Just last night we intercepted a message from the usual sources
in 'Vegas.  It' wasn't encrypted.  The team, you assembled, used the
unencrypted message to decode the traffic for the day.  Now it was a down
day traffic wise.  One message described a party of some such so the team
notifies the DEA in 'Vegas and along with some locals they raid this party.
They pick up nothing interesting.  Oh !  There was some very potent, high
quality weed at the party and it was obvious the ladies were prostitutes.
But other than the weed nothing that would interest us."

   She sipped her own coffee and let Anderson digest the information she'd
given him.  He sipped his coffee and nodded at her.  She continued.

   "Whoever they are have a pretty good security system built because only
one other message was sent during the short twelve minutes that the system
was compromised.  During minute thirteen the system sent over three
thousand messages then went down for an hour before coming back up and
exhibiting the same behavior as before the compromise but the one time pad
had been changed.  We couldn't read a thing."

   Anderson was leaning forward in his chair, elbows on his desk top. 
"Well, the other message ?"

   She smiled at him and he felt a jolt of energy in his crotch.  His cock
twitched.  It was like she was teasing him.  It turned him on.  "The other
message is right here." She passed him a sheet of paper.
From: "Yachtsman"
To: "Snake"

   Almost loaded.  A couple of more days.  Good crop.  See you soon.

   Anderson's heart was pounding.  He looked up at her.  She had that smile
on her face again.  He actually grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze.

   "The message came out of some where in British Columbia, a prime
marijuana growing area.  We're going to be airlifted to a Canadian Patrol
boat that's working with some of our navy.  Interdicting.  We leave this
afternoon.  I should have told you to bring some clothes."

   "I brought a weeks worth of shit and a shaving kit.  I kind of figured
we'd be going to the west coast somewhere."

   "How's your wife taking you being away ?"

   "I haven't told her." He smiled at her.  She smiled back.

   "Then you should start by familiarizing yourself with these.  Gotta know
the rules to play the game." She pushed several manuals across the desk to
him.

  
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   Melanie Wright, aka "Butterbutt," was talking with Cyndi Forest.  The
party was raging all around them.  Young.  Twenties.  It was an apartment
over on the west side.  Twenty, thirty people.  You could say that Melanie
was recruiting.  Lots of young ladies need money and she was offering easy
money if they liked to party.

   Melanie took a swig of her beer.  Cyndi had been talking about this girl
she knew in high school.  "...partied all the time and I know she likes to
fuck.  We shared boy friends several times.  She was hot.  Liked it all. 
Got knocked up and married the guy.  He's in construction down in Arizona.
Gone Sunday night to Friday afternoon so she could easily do mid-week
work." Cyndi took a sip of wine out of a plastic cup.

   "She ever do anything for money ?"

   "Claims not to have and obviously doesn't want her husband to find out.
Duuh !"

   "She gonna be here tonight ?"

   "Said she was going to drop by.  Hubby's staying in Arizona for the
weekend but I haven't seen her yet."

  
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   "Snake" was still gun shy with the security arrangements.  Casey had
briefed him and assured him but "Snake" still wasn't convinced.  It had
been on his mind constantly.  One slip couldn't get them.  It would have to
be an operation of some kind.  Were they looking for them ?  Concentrating
on their traffic ?  Are they starting to put the pieces of the puzzle
together ?  Carlos had feelers out with the locals.  He wished that
"Yachtsman" was back, checking six.  But "Yachtsman" had his own problems.
Was only days away from sailing.

   He needed some amusement to take his mind off all this shit.  It started
with the commissioner getting questioned, interrogated was more like it. 
Now this communication fuckup.  "Snake" was almost sure there was somebody
out there coming after them.

   Colleen Gilbert stuck her head in the door.  "Is my husband going out to
the hacienda this weekend ?" She was thinking of getting a room for her and
Rusty.  He was fucking her about three or four times a week.  Twice he'd
fucked her while flying out to the hacienda with the helo on auto-pilot.

   "Not that I know of.  I heard he and `Bonerboy' were hosting some thing
on the strip in one of the hotels, for some big wheels.  Why ?  You want me
to take you out to the lake for a laid back weekend ?"

   "You serious.  I'd love...But you're not serious.  You've probably got
some twenty-something all lined up.  You don't need this old lady."

   "One of the most beautiful old ladies I've ever seen.  And I get to fuck
her all weekend.  Shit yea, I'm serious.  Come on.  You and me and maybe a
surprise.  Come on, beautiful.  It'll be more fun than your vibrator." She
blushed but was going to accept.  She knew Rusty would fly them out there.
All she had to do was ask.

   Chapter Thirteen

   Melanie Wright was bored with the party although there were several guys
here that she'd like to hook up with.  Cyndi Forest left her side abruptly,
walking purposely toward several girls who just entered the front room. 
Two of them were hanging together over by the coffee table, someone was
calling to get them a drink.  Both of them were very nice looking.  One of
them had to be Darleen Masters; twenty years old, married with a baby and
needed more money than her husband could earn.  Cyndi had done her
homework.

   Melanie hoped it was the one on the right.  A little shorter than the
other one but she had a bigger bust.  Guys liked more than a handful.  Her
hair was dark, shoulder length.  Too much lipstick and eye shadow.  A
little sluty looking.  Melanie glanced at her phone.  There were two
messages.  One was from a guy she had no intention of calling back, about
some event two weeks from now.  Get serious, she laughed.  The second:
From: "Snake"
To: All
Looking for a unique and new experience for a weekend at the hacienda.

Must enjoy all.  A good group, I imagine.  Email me only.

   Melanie looked across the room.  It appeared Cyndi was trying to
separate the one with the nice tits away from the other one.  Melanie
brushed against Cyndi as she walked by on her way to the door.  She left
the apartment and walked down the stairs to the ground floor.  It was still
warm out.  The "Hacienda" would be great this time of year.  She walked to
the car and let herself into the back seat.

   In less than a minute, she could hear the two of them talking and then
saw a flash of them in the rear view mirror.  The rear door on the side
away from her opened.  Darleen got into the back seat, visibly surprised
that there was anyone else there.  Cyndi slammed the door closed, got into
the front seat and immediately started the car.  They were a block away
from the apartment complex before Cyndi called from the front.

   "Melanie, this is Darleen Masters.  She might be interested in working
for you.  Darleen, this is Melanie Wright.  This is the lady you need to
talk to."

   Melanie stuck out her hand and the girl shook it.  Good first step. 
Business like.  Melanie looked straight ahead.  Cyndi kept driving.  The
girl stayed silent.  Another good omen.  They were well away from the
apartment complex.  The freeway was just ahead.

   "Get on the freeway, Cyndi, and head to Green Valley." Melanie was
leaning forward on the front seat.  The car accelerated onto the freeway.
She turned to the girl, sitting next to her.

   "Darleen, a unique opportunity has surfaced.  A very important guy is
looking for a young lady just like you to share his weekend with.  New. 
Fresh.  You could be that lucky young lady.  Sorry but a little pressure
here.  You free for the weekend ?"

   "Yea." She was looking right into Melanie's eyes.

   "Twenty-five hundred cash for the weekend.  You go with what you've got
on.  We'll provide everything else.  Still okay ?"

   "Yea."

   "Okay then, the tough ones.  Anything that you just won't do ?  Like
take it in the ass ?" Melanie was still looking right into her face.  The
girl shook her head back and forth.  "Do girls ?  Just nod your head." She
did.  "Probably be about six, maybe eight ?" Hesitation.  Like she was
thinking whether the money was enough.  Finally she nodded.  She was
committed.

   "Take us to that Seven-Eleven on Valle Verde and Sunset." She called to
Cyndi.  To Darleen, "When we get there you get out and get yourself some
toiletries, whatever." Melanie held out a hand full of twenties.  She then
started texting "Snake." She looked over at the girl who was clutching the
twenties in her hand.  About five six or so.  Probably a hundred and a
quarter.  Good handfuls of breast meat filled the pull-over top she was
wearing.  Jeans, a small purse and low heeled sandals.  Probably a thong on
beneath the jeans.  A good looking lady.
From: "Butterbutt"
To: "Snake"
Good looking, dark haired, married twenty year old with nice tits
interested in earning extra coin.  Just met her.  A classmate of Cyndi

Forest.  Interested ?

   She looked over at the girl.  "Waiting for your lucky number to come up
right now, darling." They were pulling into the Seven-Eleven.  Darleen got
out of the car after they parked and headed toward the double doors.  "Give
her a hand, Cyndi." Cyndi jumped out of the driver's seat and ran to catch
up with the nice looking butt that just entered the Seven-Eleven.

  
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   The sound of the shower filled the bathroom when she entered.  The steam
was thick.  It was "Snake's" private shower.  She'd used it before.  In
fact, had fucked them all in this shower.  She laughed as she stripped off
the robe she was wearing.  She'd shared a joint and drink with him before
he offered the shower.  She was very high.

   She thought he would join her but he didn't.  She even washed her hair.
And more important, trimmed her bush and douched.  His private bathroom was
really extravagant.  She loved it and had a big fluffy towel wrapped around
her while drying her hair when he entered the bathroom.

   "You gonna be long ?" He yelled over the hair dryer.

   She shook her head.  He left the room.  His phone was buzzing.  He
walked to the desk, picked up the phone and brought up the latest message.
It was from Melanie Wright.  He quickly fired back to her.
From: "Snake"
To: "Butterbutt"

   Like what I read.  A picture ?

   Less than a minute later another email arrived.  The attachment was a
photo of a very nice looking young lady, to be sure.
From: "Snake"
To: "Butterbutt"

   Send immediately.
From: "Snake"
To: All

   Call off the hounds.

  
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   Forty minutes later, Melanie Wright directedCyndi into an underground
garage behind one of the "strip" properties.  She instructed her where to
park and then told the other girl to get out of the car.  Darleen followed
Melanie as she headed down a ramp into a gated section of the garage.  It
was dark but Darleen could start to see some light ahead.  What the fuck
was she doing here ?!  It was the money, of course.  It took her husband
two weeks to earn twenty-five hundred.  She kept following the woman in
front of her.

   There was an elevator on this level.  Melanie was dialing her cell
phone. Darleen just glanced around.  She was scared.  Felt like backing out
but didn't see how she could.  And when did she get the twenty-five hundred
?  She couldn't overhear what the woman was saying into her phone but still
had hers.  If anything went south she could call someone.

   Melanie turned and put her cell phone away.  "You are one lucky girl,
Darleen.  He loves your name.  Anyway, don't get the idea that every date
is like this.  This guy is going to treat you like a queen compared to
most. Your tip will probably double the twenty-five hundred if he likes
you. And that's all up to you, honey.  Have a nice weekend, Darleen."
Melanie turned and walked away toward the ramp that led to where the car
was parked.

   The elevator door opened.  Darleen looked back at Melanie.  She'd almost
disappeared up the ramp.  The elevator waited.  She stepped in and looked
around.  There was only two buttons.  She figured she was down so she
pushed the up button.  The doors closed and off she went.

   "Snake" was waiting by the elevator door.  The door opened and there she
was.  He liked her immediately.

   "Darleen, welcome, welcome.  You look lovely.  Just follow me, please."
Three doors later they entered a very plush office with a big huge glass
desk.  Darleen had a hard time keeping her eyes off the desk until she
looked up.  Wow !  What a tremendous view through the floor to ceiling
windows at the end of the room.  The 'Vegas Strip.  She moved toward the
window.  Where was the man ?

   She looked behind her but couldn't even locate the door they just came
through.  The whole wall appeared to be book shelves, packed with books. 
She turned further.  She'd lost her host.

   "What would you like to drink, young lady ?" She found him behind the
bar, nestled between two plush sofas.  She looked about.  "Throw your purse
on one of the sofas." Darleen did and then ponied up to the bar.

   There was two one thousand dollar bills spread out over what she was
sure was five one hundred dollar bills on top of the bar.  "They're yours.
Better put them away in your purse.  What'll you have ?"

   Meekly, "A margarita ?" "Snake" Edwards just smiled at her while she
turned her back and put the money into her purse.

   "Commin' up, Darleen.  My name is `Snake' Edwards.  My wife and I are
going out to a fabulous estate on Lake Las Vegas for the weekend.  So I
thought I'd bring you along to keep my wife's boy friend occupied while I
fuck her."

   She remained a few feet away from the bar and stared at him wide eyed.
"Snake" was getting a boner already.  She was totally clueless.  He loved
it.  Carlos would love it too.  He'd requested Colleen and Gina, her
daughter, but such a newbie would be just as good or better.  Plus he
couldn't bring himself to pop the question to momma.  Carlos had been
bragging to him about Miss Trina, the TV weather girl.  "Snake" had even
started watching her weather forecasts.

   "Here, Darleen." He pushed her margarita across the bar.  She ponied up
again and took a good swallow.  "Snake" came out from behind the bar.  You
could see the bone growing down his left pant leg.  He encouraged it.  He
was standing close to her.

   "So what brings such a hot looking married mamma to my office ?  You're
gonna spend the weekend with me...Right ?" She took another swallow before
answering.

   "Probably the money, don't you think." She smiled at him.  He put his
hand under her left breast and gave it a good squeeze.  A nice size breast.
About the size of Colleen's.

   "How about taking my cock out of my pants ?" He was now running his hand
back and forth across her breasts.  Her nipples were starting to show in
her blouse.  She was reaching for his fly.  It was coming down and her hand
was in his fly, fishing around for his cock.  She had to unbutton his
slacks to get his cock out of his pants.

   "Here she is.  Meet my wife, Darleen." She jumped and pulled her hand
away from his crotch, leaving his cock poking out of his open pants. 
"Snake" was laughing.  "You're perfect, darling.  Now come over here, get
on your knees and suck my cock."

   Chapter Fourteen

   British Columbia, Canada

   "Yachtsman" was stripped to the waist and sweating like a pig.  The
girls and Jay had packed this shipment much better and tighter than in the
past but the bundles were heavier.  Or maybe he was just older ?  He
laughed and crammed another one down into the now almost full keel.  He'd
been at it three nights and was nearing the end.

   Jill Olson peered down on him as he worked in the cooped up area under
the decking.  "Time for a cold one, Mike ?"

   He yelled up at her.  "Another half hour and I'll be done.  Meet you in
the water then." She backed away from the hole in the floor and moved into
the galley to check on the charge in the batteries.  They'd had the solar
panels up for two weeks but the cloud cover up here often made it an
exercise in futility.  Both battery banks were above ninety-seven percent,
though.  "Yachtsman" claimed that he'd seen ninety-nine but a lot of his
stories were fish tales.

   Jill moved topside and fired up number one computer.  Three minutes
later she was checking the weather.  Low clouds, drizzle, low visibility;
all the ingredients they were looking for were just days ahead.  A big,
slow cold front would hopefully allow them to exit unseen.

   They were docked about three miles from the coast, up this small inlet
that was barely deep enough to take the "Viper" when she was loaded this
heavy.  It would be touch and go in some places.  She could hear
"Yachtsman" closing up down below.  She stood and shed her jeans and sweat
shirt.  It was a little cool and her nipples erected immediately, sharp
points on her white breast meat.  There was a triangle of dark hair at the
juncture of her thighs.

   Jill stepped to the rail and jumped overboard just as Mike Minter
climbed topside.  She could hear him laughing even under water.  He
splashed into the water less that ten feet from her moments later and found
her, his hands finding her pussy and then it was over.  She was in his arms
with her legs wrapped around him.

  
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   Mindy Weathers and Anderson Davies were in a Canadian Naval helicopter
and on their way to the surveillance ship.  It was waiting for them just
off the coast of British Columbia.  There had been only one message out of
this area since the intercepted message several days ago.  Both of them
were positive this was the sail announcement.  They were betting their
careers on this one.  This was a lot of somebody else's money.

   That message had been sent at midnight last night and they were sure
that it signaled the ship would sail soon.  How soon ?  Who knows ?  The
lights of the surveillance ship were now in sight as they bounced through
the night sky.  They had begun a descent and were just over the ship.  It
was straight down now.  They landed with a thump.

   They were met by the usual dignitaries and rushed to their quarters. 
Agents Weathers and Davies were then escorted to the ship's main briefing
room where they were familiarized with the equipment they would be using to
track the suspected trafficers.  The ship had been in the area for
forty-eight hours and had not encountered any traffic coming out of the
many inlets that dotted the coastline up here.

   Agent Davies started the briefing with a history of their suspicions,
including the intercepted message.  Agent Weathers completed the briefing
with their most recent information and their belief that the sail date was
very soon.  The crew became quite excited about the prospect of busting
these nefarious drug runners.  Now came the waiting.

  
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   It was close to midnight before she met Mrs.  "Snake." Her name was
Colleen and she was a strikingly good looking, sandy haired woman but then
the guy was a stud with a very nice, long dick.  Dark wavy hair, olive
complexion.  Not Hispanic.  She couldn't place it.  The woman was white. 
Both of them in their forties somewhere ?  The woman had walked in on them
just moments after he stopped her felatio.  He was even put away and zipped
up.  The wife was wearing a white dress that buttoned down the front.  She
appeared naked under it.  He had on a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. 
Darleen felt under-dressed in her jeans and tank top.  The wife told her
not to worry about it, she wouldn't be wearing clothes long.

   The woman was guiding her to the elevator.  "Darleen, everyone is going
to love you.  `Snake' gets a boner just looking at you.  Says you give
great head." Colleen dropped her hand to the young lady's jean covered butt
and gave it a good squeeze.  Darleen shied away just a little.  "Oh ! 
They're gonna love you, honey.  Save me a little for later, will you, hon
?" The last was whispered into her ear as they descended to the garage. 
"Snake" was waiting.  He was driving to the airport.  Rusty was waiting
with the helicopter.

   Colleen knew her role in this.  She rushed the girl into the back seat
of the limo and they headed up out of the garage.  Both the girls were
hiding on the floor.  "Snake" was dressed as a limo driver.  It took almost
twenty minutes to get to the airport.  Traffic was shitty.  Rusty had the
chopper running.  "Snake" parked the limo while Colleen escorted Darleen to
the helicopter.

   Darleen was screaming, "Oh !  Wow !  I've never done this !" She was
excited.  Colleen was thinking the young thing probably hadn't done a lot
of what she was going to do this weekend.  She assisted the girl into the
back seat and helped her strap in.

   "Snake" walked to the pilot's side and motioned for Rusty to slide over
into the co-pilot's seat.  Rusty set the controls to neutral and carefully
transferred seats.  He still controlled the helicopter from the co-pilot's
seat.

   "Snake" was strapping in.  Both of the girls had their headsets on.  He
looked into the back seat.  Colleen gave him a thumbs up.  So did Darleen.

   "I've got the machine, Rusty."

   "You've got the machine, `Snake'."

   Rusty keyed the mic.  "Vegas Tower, Viper One is ready to taxi with
victor."

   "Viper One, you're cleared to Taxi north.  Take off will be to the east,
VFR." "Snake" had already lifted off and they were moving north about five
feet off the ground.

  
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   Not a breath of air was moving around the farm house, which was actually
the old barn that Jay found here when he bought the property with some seed
money from "Snake." You could see light between some of the slats that made
up the walls of the old barn.  It was surrounded by a forest of pine and
other trees that made it hard to find unless you were familiar with the
area.

   If one were to get close enough to the barn without the motion sensors
giving the inhabitants a heads up, you'd be able to spy several naked
people inside having sex on a number of couches and stuffed chairs.

   "Yachtsman" was sitting on a love seat, bare ass naked with a very big
hardon growing out of his crotch.  Pattie and Megan were on their knees at
his feet, taking turns sucking on his cock.  Jay Whitman was sitting in one
of the stuffed chairs.  Sandy, the big titted one, was riding his cock. 
Jill and Cathy were sucking on Sandy's tits as she fucked herself on and
off Jay's cock.

   "Yachtsman" started laughing.  Jay was smoking a big hand rolled joint
while Sandy was squat thrusting over his cock.  Jill still had that
grotesque black strap-on dangling from her crotch.  He got to his feet,
pulling his cock from Megan's mouth.  He pulled them both to their feet and
arranged them both facing the couch, he'd been sitting on.

   "Bend over, girls, and put your hands on the seat." His boner was
bouncing around as he inspected their rear ends.  Both were small breasted
with very slim hips and nice butts, both brunettes.  He had a finger in
each, rubbing his boner against their fannies.

   There was a commotion behind him.  Jill had decided she wanted some cock
and had wrestled Sandy off Jay's cock.  Cathy had taken the opportunity to
impale herself on Jay's cock.  It looked like this could go on for quite
some time.

   Mike Minter had just buried himself in the rear end of a very tight
cunt. Oh !  It felt great.  He slowly built up his rhythm until he was
giving the young thing in front of him everything he had, slamming his cock
in and out of her like a machine.

   He felt the rubber dick bouncing against his ass and slowed his rutting
of the bent over woman in front of him.  Jill whispered in his ear.  "Let's
share, `Yachtsman.'" Mike wasn't quite sure what she meant but yanked his
cock out of the one he was fucking and moved to her friend.  Her butt was
just as nice.  In just moments Jill and Mike were fucking the shit out of
Megan and Pattie.

  
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   Space was tight on the ship and Anderson was bunking with several crew
members.  His waking hours were spent in the operations room with Mindy. 
They were both invested in this operation, both career wise and
emotionally.

   It was close to midnight of their second night on the ship.  Anderson
was anxious.  Agent Weathers was anxious also.  Neither of them slept worth
a shit on the boat.  Anderson turned over on his back and tried to get some
sleep.

   Down in the operations center, Agent Weathers was pouring herself
another cup of coffee.  She found a comfortable chair and sat.  Just past
one in the a.m.  Agent Davies joined her in the operations center.

   Chapter Fifteen

   Trina Sanchez was high on cocaine and bare assed naked having just
fucked Carlos.  Her perspiration was just starting to dry.  She was
chilled. God !  She loved his cock.  She felt shitty telling her fianc, it
was over last week.  But she couldn't go back to him.  Really, what do you
say to a guy who you were going to marry ?  "I found a cock that makes
yours look like...What ?" Carlos' cum was still oozing out of her vagina.
She was sitting against the headboard of this huge water bed.  The ceiling
was all mirrors.  She loved watching when he was on top of her, fucking her
senseless.

   Carlos got out of bed right after he fucked her.  She thought he might
be in the bathroom.  This was the second weekend she'd spent with him.  She
could hardly go back to her betrothed after last weekend.  At least he
didn't make a scene, didn't argue.  Didn't even ask why or whatever.  She
wasn't sure she was in love with Carlos but knew she wasn't in love with
her fianc,.

   She thought she heard a helicopter.  Carlos walked into the bedroom
naked.  He started going through the clothes on the floor to find his
jeans.

   "Better get dressed, babe.  That's got to be `Snake' or maybe Casey ? 
We might have to party this weekend." Last weekend they'd been alone and
he'd fucked the young Latino TV personality ten times, well a couple of
those were blow jobs.

   He found his jeans and was pulling them on.  She watched his cock
disappear as he buttoned up his jeans.  She sat up and let the sheet fall
into her lap, baring her breasts to him, huge pillows of brown breast meat
fanned out over her chest.  Her areolae, four inches across with nice slugs
of meat for nipples, were nice and dark against her natural tan.

   Carlos came over bare chested and kissed her.  Trina slid her hand up
the inside of his thigh and grasped his crotch.  He was half hard and she
stroked it as his tongue dug around in her mouth.

   "Come on, Carlos.  Lock the door and fuck me again."

   He pulled away from her.  "Come on and get dressed, babe." She frowned
at him as he backed out of the door.  He was gone for just a second or two
before she bounced out of bed and went through the clothes on the
floor.....

   ....."Snake" and Rusty were tying down the helicopter.  The girls were
waiting for them on the grass.  The hacienda was dark but "Snake" knew they
were here.  It was just before one a.m.  "Snake" noticed some lights come
on down stairs.  Carlos was up and getting ready to party.

   Rusty and Darleen led the way as the four from the helicopter walked up
the grass to the pool.  The pool lights flashed on.

   "Carlos is here with Trina Sanchez.  Ever watch her on TV ?  Does the
local weather." "Snake" started.

   "No, I don't believe I've caught her act." Colleen returned.

   "Well, she's a lot like Darleen here." He nodded toward Rusty and
Darleen walking in front of them.  "Apparently she just ended her
engagement with a school teacher in town and is quite smitten with Carlos.
I thought we might welcome her to the family."

   Colleen laughed out loud.  Rusty and Darleen looked back at them. 
"You've got to be kidding.  Welcome her to the family, my ass.  You two
want to gangbang her."

   "Snake" laughed and returned with, "Of course you're right.  Anyway was
hoping that you'd join us with Rusty and Darleen obviously.  Although Rusty
seems a little steamed that he has to share you with the rest of us."

   "I don't see a problem with that.  It's not like I have a lot of
suitors. My husband hardly spends any time at home now a days.  Rusty and I
were going to get together this weekend before you invited me out here."

   "Well, you and Rusty can fly back now if you'd rather." "Snake" looked
up and saw Carlos, bare chested, opening the doors to what Colleen called
the "Play" room.  He waved.  "Snake" waved back.

   Colleen was waving also.  "Shit no, `Snake,' I'm staying here to watch
the perversities."

   "What about Rusty ?"

   "Ask him yourself." Colleen called back to him as she ran ahead to
thrown her arms around Carlos, who was standing in the doorway.  He smelled
of pussy.

   "Snake" smiled as Rusty made the introductions.  The look on the new
girl's face was precious.  Her eyes were big and wide as she shook hands
with Carlos.  He towered over her.

   The five of them moved into the "Party" room and "Snake" immediately
went to the bar and started mixing a batch of margaritas for the ladies. 
Rusty was sipping on a beer and Carlos was smoking a huge joint.  While
they were all bellied up around the bar, Trina Sanchez made her entrance
down the spiral stairs behind the bar.

   "Why hello, darling !" "Snake" called out when he saw her at the other
end of the bar.  He shoved a margarita down the bar to her.  Introductions
were made and everyone was drinking.

   "Snake" made the first move.  Trina was standing with Carlos.  Colleen
was with Rusty so "Snake" grabbed Darleen and pulled her behind the bar. 
The other four were arranging themselves on the couches in front of the
bar.

   Once Darleen was behind the bar, "Snake" wasted no time running his hand
down the back of her jeans.  Indeed, she was wearing a thong and "Snake's"
fingers crawled right down the crack of her ass.  In just a few moments
"Snake" had two fingers working in and out of her cunt from the back door.

   Darleen was starting to get turned on.  Here she was standing behind the
bar with someone's husband and he was fucking a couple of fingers in and
out of her cunt.  She reached over and in very short order had "Snake's"
cock out of his slacks.  She started stroking his shaft.  It was almost
funny, giving this guy a hand job while his wife was sitting about three
yards away.

   "Snake" whispered in Darleen's ear.  "I want you to get down on your
knees and suck my cock, honey." She'd done this before at his office.  She
was on her knees in a second and had his slacks down around his ankles in
one fell swoop.  "Snake's" cock was bobbing up and down but Darleen had no
problem capturing his boner with her mouth.  She started sucking the very
nice cock, sliding her lips back and forth along his shaft.  It was getting
slippery with her saliva.

   Colleen almost laughed when the young lady disappeared behind the bar.
She put her hand on Rusty's thigh and he covered it with his.  His smile
was a mile wide.  He'd figured it out too.  Rusty had also figured that
they were all going to fuck Trina.  He looked over at Carlos and Trina. 
Carlos had his arm around her and was casually groping her breast.  God !
It was huge.

   Colleen followed Rusty's gaze and realized that the Latina weather lady
didn't have a clue that she was going to participate in her first gangbang.
She got to her feet and went to the bar.  Might as well get real loaded. 
She poured herself a drink as she watched Darleen suck "Snake's" cock.

   "Snake" pulled Darleen's top up over her head and threw it over on the
floor at the end of the bar.  Her bra followed.  She kept sucking his cock.
Colleen continued to watch.  She could smell the hemp Carlos was smoking.
The girl must be smoking it too.  Probably coke, too !

   "Snake" pulled Darleen to her feet.  "Get your jeans off, honey." She
complied.  Colleen was impressed with the young girl's body.  She had an
ass on her like her daughter's.

   Darleen was naked with just her sandals on.  "Snake" had three fingers
playing roto-roter in her vagina.  She was wet and greasy.  He'd stepped
out of his slacks and kicked off his loafers.  "Take this drink over to
Carlos and then give him a lap dance." Darleen reluctantly dropped
"Snake's" cock and took the drink in her hand.

   Colleen turned and put her back to the bar.  Rusty must have moved
because he was rippin' on Carlos' blunt.  Darleen came out from behind the
bar bare ass naked.  Trina's eyebrows rose a bit and then her eyes opened
further as Darleen approached Carlos.

   Even though he'd fucked Trina less than an hour ago, Carlos was getting
hard watching the nude, young woman coming across the room with his drink.
"Snake" was holding his glass high.  Carlos grabbed his cock.  Trina
noticed and just then realized that everyone was probably going to end up
naked.  She reached over and grabbed Carlos' cock as the naked girl handed
him his drink.  Trina worked Carlos' cock out of his jeans and was jerking
him off before the girl got to her feet on the couch and started dancing.

   Chapter Sixteen

   "Snake" watched the young Latina stroke Carlos' horse dick.  He stepped
out from behind the bar and approached Colleen.  She was watching Darleen
dancing over Carlos' crotch as Trina stroked his massive cock.  Rusty was
smokin' a blunt and watching the show.  The girl was a good dancer.

   Colleen just felt "Snake" at her side.  She reached out and grabbed a
hold of his cock.  He started working on the buttons of her dress.  Rusty
looked over at them and then grabbed his cock.  Colleen wanted to see the
young Latina's tits.

   Carlos was lying back against the back of the couch and staring up into
the snatch of the party girl while Trina stroked his cock.  He threw his
arm around her shoulder and let his hand dangle on her breast.  She
snuggled closer and increased the cadence of her hand job.  The dancer's
pussy was covered with a short thatch of dark pubes but her plump lips were
clearly visible.

   Carlos crooked his finger at her and then laid his head back as far as
he could.  Darleen moved forward, thrust her crotch out and pressed her
cunt against Carlos' face.  His arm went around her butt and Carlos began
eating her.  Trina didn't know what to do.  "Snake" was naked.  The older
woman was naked.  The helicopter pilot was dropping his jeans.  He had a
hardon !

   "Snake" left Colleen at the bar and crossed the room.  He stood in front
of Trina.  "Looks like your date stood you up." His boner was bouncing
around at eye level.  The girl, sitting on Carlos' face, was moaning what
sounded like, "Oooh !" over and over.  The naked "Snake" was holding out
his hand.  Trina reached to take it.  Carlos had both hands on the girl's
butt cheeks and was reaming his tongue into her cunt.  Darleen was out of
control.  It must be the booze or maybe the dope ?

   "Snake" pulled Trina across the room to the bar and a naked Colleen. 
Colleen threw her arm around the young Latina's shoulders, "You're a little
over dressed, TV star." "Snake" was behind the bar chopping up some lines
of cocaine on the bar.  Colleen reached over and started to unbutton
Trina's blouse which was one of Carlos' dress shirts.  "Snake" was handing
her a dollar bill.

   Rusty came up behind her and now Trina was surrounded by them.  She
imagined Carlos still eating out the young brunette.  She lowered her head
and snorted up a line of coke.  Her head snapped back.  The woman next to
her had pulled her blouse out of her jeans.  Somebody, behind her, was
pulling the blouse off her shoulders.  Her bra was black.

   Colleen was amazed at the size of Trina's tits.  They were huge.  She
reached out and put her hand under one.  "Snake" was staring at them. 
Colleen looked over at the couch and found Carlos still eating Darleen. 
Rusty was reaching around Trina and unbuttoning her jeans.  "Snake" was
leaning across the bar to get a good view.  Trina's jeans were on the way
to the floor and she wasn't wearing any panties.  Her crotch was shaved
clean and smack dab in the center was the deep crevice of her cunt.

   Colleen exclaimed, "Beautiful, dear !" Rusty was grinding his cock
against the young Latina's padded, bare butt.  Colleen's hand headed for
Trina's cunt.  "Snake" was coming out from behind the bar, his cock still
turgid.  It bounced as he walked.  "Get her over on the couch, Rusty."
Colleen took one arm and Rusty took the other.  Her tits bounced as they
pulled Trina across the room to the couch.

   "Snake" followed, stroking his cock.  Carlos had finished eating
Darleen. She was on her knees between his legs, sucking on that monster
cock of his.  He was watching Trina being spread on the couch.  Colleen
wasted no time getting to her knees between Trina's legs.

   "Ooooohhh !  God !  What are you doing to me !" It was more of an
exclamation than question.  Colleen's head was moving between Trina's legs
as she swiped at her shaved cunt with her tongue.  Trina tried to sit up.
Rusty jumped up on the couch and pulled her back.  "Snake" watched, still
stroking.  Darleen's head was still bobbing up and down over Carlos'
crotch.

   Colleen was drilling three fingers in and out of Trina's cunt as she
swiped her tongue across the young TV star's clitoris.  The young thing was
out of her mind.  Her crotch was moving around like it was possessed. 
Trina was moaning and groaning.  She had to be close to orgasm.

   "Pull her legs up and spread'em." "Snake" jumped up on the couch on the
other side from Rusty and grabbed the closest leg.  Rusty already had his
and now the TV star was spread.  Colleen lowered her head and got back to
teasing Trina's clitoris while she shoved three fingers in and out of her
fat cunt.

   When Colleen stopped fingering her, Trina's crotch kept moving about
searching for the fingers that had been rooting around inside of her.  When
she settled down Colleen slid her little finger into Trina's asshole.  It
was like she was electrocuted, her whole body tensed up and then started
shaking.  Rusty jumped off the couch, his cock bouncing around in his
groin. Colleen got to her feet and held Trina spread wide.  Rusty knelt
down and plugged in.

   Trina knew that someone had started fucking her but she had no idea who
it was ?  She'd never been this turned on.  She thought Carlos had been
tremendous but this was better.  The licking was what did it.  Trina loved
the licking.  She wondered if she should tell Carlos ?  She still had her
bra on.  She started laughing as the guy above her continued to fuck his
cock in and out of her.  She was cuming again.

   "Oooh...Yeeesss...More !" She was fucking back at the cock that was
using her.  She was getting gushy, cum was gushing from her cunt as Rusty
unloaded four or five shots of semen into Trina's fat cunt.  "Snake" helped
Rusty get off the girl and then grabbed both of her legs.

   "Snake" laid her length wise on the couch and told her to get to her
knees.  Carlos had disengaged from Darleen and was moving toward the couch.
"Snake" was hard as rock and quickly mounted Trina's butt.  She was full of
cum.  He bottomed out in her and then spread the cheeks of her butt and
drove in another inch.  He kept her cheeks spread as he pummeled the young
TV star.

   Carlos sat down at the far end of the couch.  "Come on, baby.  You want
the big one.  I know it." Trina's head came off the couch but "Snake" kept
fucking her ass off.  Carlos flipped his leg over the back of the couch and
pushed his crotch under Trina's face.  He put his hand on the back of her
head and down she went.  She was getting better at filling her mouth with
his meat.  He encouraged her to take more.

   Darleen was over by the bar draining a margarita.  Rusty was sated,
sitting on the other couch, watching.  Colleen approached Darleen.  "I bet
that was the biggest cock you've ever sucked !" She ran her hand across
Darleen's bare shoulders as she put her arm around her.

   "Shit !  I thought I was going to drown when he came." Darleen laughed.
If only her husband could see her.  A near black man's semen dribbling down
between her tits, standing next to another naked woman.

   "Come on, Darleen.  I want you for myself." Colleen pulled the young
lady to the other couch and before they both sat, had her hand in Darleen's
cunt.

  
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   "Yachtsman" rolled over and squinted at the clock above the door.  Jill
was gone.  He looked back at the clock.  Eleven o'clock.  Twenty-three
hundred hours for you sailors.  He bet she couldn't sleep.  Last year they
hadn't been discovered yet.  Shit !  He wasn't sure they were in any more
danger than they were last year.  He just wasn't sure but just in case;
they were a lot more prepared this year than they were last year.

   He rolled out of bed and crawled out of the Captain's Quarters.  The
cross hung above the galley and came with the boat.  "Yachtsman" always
thought having a religious owner was good karma.  He even started going to
church services when they were in port (well, just before they sailed he
went a couple of times).  He crossed himself as he climbed topside.  She
was already dressed in the light gray, full body wet suit, sitting with one
of the computers fired up in her lap.

   "Couldn't sleep ?" Jill asked.  "Yachtsman" was looking about.  The
visibility was in the neighborhood of a mile or so.  The ceiling was below
five hundred feet.  The surface of the inlet was smooth.

   "Let's go now, Jill." They had been planning for a zero two hundred
launch.

   "Aye, aye, captain." She hopped up to both feet, placed the laptop on
the railing, saluted smartly and disappeared down below.  "Yachtsman" heard
her securing the galley for sailing.  He moved forward and rigged the radar
for the six foot antenna; looked around one more time and then went below.

   When he climbed topside again, an hour later, he was dressed in the same
light gray full wet suit that Jill was wearing.  Other than the size it was
difficult to distinguish between the two.  He looked around the inlet.  No
sign of activity.  There was not a breath of wind.  The "Davey Crockett"
stick was in position.

   "Ready to start engines, Mike." They were whispering into small mics
that were fitted into the wet suit hood.

   "Start'em up, Jill." "Yachtsman" moved forward and took the "Davey
Crockett" stick with him as he freed the "Viper" of it's tie downs.  The
stick was about twelve feet long and used to push the "Viper" out of it's
docking position against a bank of reinforced dirt and sandbags.  He looked
back at Jill.  She had the frame lowered with both engines pointed at the
sky, idling.

   "Ready for push off." Jill whispered.

   Mike raised his arm and then lowered it.  The stick went into the
bedding and Mike started walking slowly forward pushing the boat away from
it's mooring.  The "Viper" was moving.  Mike dragged the stick back to the
bow and repeated the exercise.  On this attempt the "Viper" kept moving as
Mike rushed to the bow and started forward again.  The inlet was opening up
in front of them.

   Jill whispered, "Clear."

   "Engage the motors." "Yachtsman" was storing the "Davey Crockett" stick.
He heard then felt the motors go into the water.  Jill was increasing power
instantly.  They were maybe making one knot.  The acceleration at this
weight was slow.

   Both computers were set up for whoever was at the helm.  The other crew
member was just muscle and another set of eyeballs.  Jill was bringing the
"Viper" west.  Mike's head was buried in the computer that was mapping the
shallow spots.  There was only one red spot and "Yachtsman" hoped that
their speed would carry them through.  They were still accelerating.

   Chapter Seventeen

   They had just come through the shallow spot.  Speed was close to six
knots.  Mike now had the helm.  Jill was sitting next to him.  They had a
mile or so to go until they were into open ocean.  The wind had picked up
quite a bit and there was a good swell running.  Some rain showers were
just a few miles north of their position, moving south.  The weather around
them would be getting much worse before it got any better.  Mike was
stoked. They'd just finished discussing going to sail as soon as they got a
mile or so off shore.  Jill got up and moved forward to start preparing to
go to sail.

   The bright green flash of the return froze him.  Mike just stared at the
computer screen.  The green mark was fading but already Mike knew that it
would appear again on the next sweep.  It was really happening.  He'd been
frozen for a hundred and eighty degrees of sweep...Thirty seconds.  They
were being hunted.

   "Get your shit together, Michael." "Yachtsman" thought before slowly
moving the power to eighty-five percent.  The boggy was at ten o'clock,
inside twenty miles.  It would be a good while before they intercepted the
"Viper." He had plenty of time.  First, he'd have to lug the torpedo
topside.

   "You say something, Mike ?" Jill whispered.  She felt the boat
accelerating and knew that was not a good sign.

   "Battle stations, dear." The rush had peaked and now was running up
Jill's back.  Mike Minter was in the zone.  He saw Jill get to her feet and
start to make her way aft.  Right then the "Yachtsman" knew everything was
"A" okay.  The "Viper" was now accelerating through seven knots.  He turned
to computer number two and brought up the satellite.
From: "Yachtsman"
To: "Snake"

   Tora Tora Tora

   "Yachtsman" sat back and thought for a moment.  He was the "on scene
commander." Never believe in coincidence.  Just recently there was the
communication compromise.  He'd sent one message during the time the system
was compromised.  These people just don't sail around doing nothing
especially at this time of the morning.  That's too expensive.  They had to
be waiting for him; which meant that they may still be reading their mail.
Yea, "Tora Tora Tora" was the correct call.  He encrypted and sent it. 
Jill was rubbing his shoulders.

   "Good call, Mike."

  
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   Anderson Davies and Mindy Weathers were wide awake when the Canadian
seaman rushed into the break room.  "They've got something !  Not sure what
it is ?  Captain wants you two up stairs." They rushed past the man on the
way to the situation room and burst through the door.

   "...heading still two five five.  Speed seven knots."

   "Set up the intercept to put us a mile behind him.  This weather will
not make that easy.  Let's get this guy." The captain then picked up a red
phone and spoke into it.  "Get your marines ready, lieutenant." The red
phone was cradled.  "Time to intercept ?"

   "Fifty-two minutes, Captain."

   The captain turned to Mindy and Anderson.  "This could be your man.  He
fits the profile.  No one in their right mind would be sailing a small
vessel in this weather.  We're a ways away and will intercept him without
his ever knowing we are here until it's too late.  I can't imagine him
trying to out run us in this weather.  He's probably having a horrible time
about now.  You two can watch the intercept from here."

  
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   "Yachtsman" came topside for the forth time, a metal bucket dangling
from each arm.  Jill started talking as soon as he was heading for the bow.

   "Speed and course the same.  I think they've got too much cut off. 
Thirty-nine minutes to intercept."

   "Yachtsman" was kneeling on the bow and tying the buckets to tie downs.
"If you think they have too much cut off, make them pay for it, Jill." He
immediately felt the "Viper" start to slow.  He had two mortar-like pipes
that were welded to steel plates attached to the decking in a manner that
allowed him to fire projectiles at three different angles.

   He'd decided to set the mortars to their highest angle.  He wanted to be
close to them...Big ocean theory.  He sat after securing the mortars and
buckets.  He went through the motions.  "Fire in the hole." He whispered.
His other hand was already reaching for the tightly packed tin foil ball.
At five hundred feet on the way down these babies exploded, filling the sky
with millions of pieces of tin foil.  He went through the motions for
almost ten minutes.  He laughed as he got to his feet.

   Jill began as soon as he got to his feet.  "Speed the same but he's come
further east, maybe twenty, thirty degrees.  Twenty-five minutes until
intercept.  Power going to combat setting." "Yachtsman" had disappeared
down below.

  
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   The captain was intent on monitoring the intercept.  He felt the
intercept officer had too much angle.  They'd have to complete from the
side.  He wasn't about to say anything though.  None of them had done this
very often.  It was tricky with such a slow boat.

   "Course still two five five.  Speed now four knots." The intercept
officer's head jerked up.  He shouted a new heading to the helm which
brought the boat further east.

   "Fifteen minutes until contact." The sea was much rougher out here.  The
Canadian cutter just plowed though this shit at sixteen knots.  Their
target must be getting the shit beat out of it.

   Agents Weathers and Davies were tense.  They kept staring out into the
pitch, black night.  They knew they wouldn't see anything until they got
real close.  Still they stared out into the darkness.  The whole crew was
looking outside.  There was nothing left to do but count down the minutes.

   Twelve minutes.

   Nine minutes.

   "Course still two five five.  Speed now eight knots."

   The captain, for just a brief second or two, thought maybe the captain
of the small vessel knew they were here and were intentionally changing
their speed to make the intercept more difficult.  But for what ?  The end
would be the same.  They couldn't escape.  Still he felt that all things
were not quite under his control.

  
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   "Yachtsman" sat.  He was breathing heavily.  Jill knew he was maxed out.
"I need a breather.  How much time we got, Jill ?" The "Viper" had just
crested a large sea swell and Jill was guiding her down the back side,
almost like surfing.  She guided the boat through the trough for a good
while before heading up the next swell.  "Yachtsman" couldn't have done it
any better.  The ride was surprisingly smooth.

   "Plenty, Mike.  Eight minutes to go.  Outstanding performance,
`Yachtsman'.  We've never rigged for combat this fast.  Breaks the record
by two minutes." He hugged her for a moment.  She kissed him on the lips.
He was still breathing hard.

   "See what all that weed smoking and whoring around does to an old man,
Mike.  You got to watch that shit.  This is the real world, Michael.  Maybe
next year we contract out ?  What do you say ?"

   Mike leaned back and closed his eyes while Jill watched the intercept
progress.  He remained that way until Jill gave his thigh a firm squeeze.
Mike opened his eyes, sat up and kissed her before he moved forward to man
the mortars.  He looked back at her, "Let's kick some ass, honey."

   He knelt down next to the torpedo.  It had damn near killed him lugging
it topside and preparing it to launch.  He pressed the starter.  The single
screw came up to full power almost immediately.  He unplugged the power
source and stood.  Cost him ten grand to build but worth every penny right
about now.

   Eight feet long and three feet wide at the widest.  Deep keel weighed
down with two hundred pounds of sea water.  Catamaran runners on both sides
with a big gas motor.  Three foot high radar reflector on the front end
would make it hard to miss.  "Yachtsman" had run her up over twenty knots
several times.

   "Battery check." "Yachtsman" whispered.

   "Sixty-six percent.  Speed now eight knots and still accelerating.  Time
to intercept six minutes." The bogy was inside two miles.  Geometry was
almost perfect.

   "Put him on the nose, Jill." "Yachtsman" was holding on for dear life as
Jill pulled the inboard engine to idle and gave "Viper" full left rudder.
It felt like "Viper" pivoted on a dime.  From heading two five five to one
five five in less than fifteen seconds.

   When the "Viper" came about hard to the left she was doing a little over
nine knots.  Coming out of the turn she was down to six knots.  "Yachtsman"
could care less about speed now.  He'd cut the pursuer's reaction time in
half.

   "Fire in the hole." "Yachtsman" whispered as he dropped the special M-80
down the first barrel followed immediately with a tin foil ball.  Second
barrel same as the first.  If he got a good rhythm going he could get off
over ten rounds a minute.  Jill was going to give him forty-five seconds.

   "Ten seconds, Mike." He'd gotten seven shots off.  Eight would be enough
he was sure.

  
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   "They've turned into us !" The voice was high pitched.  "Heading right
toward us !  Right off the bow...Inside a mile and a half.  Time now to
intercept...Now less than two minutes.  What is this ?" His screen was
filled with noise but you could easily identify their target as the radar
counter measures started ignoring the chaff.

   "Say again.  What's their heading...Speed ?" Silence.  The radar
operator was more concerned with the noise on his scope.

   "Heading...Speed ?" More silence.  The captain was sweating now.  Out
maneuvering a more maneuverable, smaller vessel, at night and with this
visibility.  Well, this ship certainly wasn't going to do it.  Maybe they
should have just followed them until daylight ?  Too late now.

   "Sir...There appears to be two targets now.  One of them is much
faster...Close to twenty knots.  It's heading right for us.  Maybe a
torpedo ?"

   "Say again ?  A torpedo ?!" The bridge erupted into chaos.  Somebody
called for battle stations and all kinds of sirens started wailing.  The
ship started coming to a heading of zero eight zero as the captain took
evasive action.  Later, much later, he attempted to return some order to
the bridge.  By then it was too late.  No one cared about the drug runners.
Torpedoes were on everyone's mind.

   Chapter Eighteen

   "Yachtsman" continued to manipulate the joy stick as he guided the
torpedo toward it's target.  The cutter was turning sharply east right in
front of them.  It had zero turning room.  The captain would be several
miles behind after he turned around and that's if the "Viper" kept going
southeast.

   The torpedo was close to running out of fuel.  The chances of him ever
actually hitting the cutter were very remote but he made sure by turning it
out to sea, the opposite way the cutter was going.

   He was sitting next to Jill, the tiller between them.  They both heard
the wailing of the sirens aboard the cutter but neither of them got a
visual.

   "Come right to heading two five five, Jill."

   They had planned to come to zero power after turning away and then just
coasting away from the encounter, depending on the magic stuff that
supposedly came out of the stealth program.  Yea, right ?!

   But "Yachtsman" correctly deduced that this captain had played all he
wanted to play this morning.  He'd be thinking of some weather related
excuse to hide the fact that he'd met a citizen who didn't think the
government had the right to board his boat just because he sailed in
inclement weather.  This citizen may or may not be a drug smuggler ? 
Whatever, he was better prepared and had planned for this environment.  The
better prepared almost always win.

   "Keep the power at seventy percent.  We'll get the sail up at day break.
I'm racking out." It was just a little after zero three hundred hours. 
Twenty minutes later the cutter disappeared from the "Viper's" scope.

  
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   The chopper arrived at day break.  It was still overcast with poor
visibility but it was getting lighter.  Both agents were shook up.  The
harrowing story the captain told about a possible torpedo in the water. 
Well, it would terrify anyone.  This was the first known time that a drug
smuggler had refused to play the coast guard's game and escaped.  It was
decided, at a higher pay grade, that all references to a torpedo would be
removed from the final after-action report.  The final report mentioned
poor weather hindering a new crew on a new ship.

   Agent Weathers and Davies were scheduled to depart Seattle for
Washington D.C.  the following day.  Both of them were depressed and would
be glad to be on dry ground again.  Well, it wasn't very dry in Seattle.  A
cold front was passing through bringing with it low ceilings and poor
visibility with rain showers.  The two of them decided to meet in the bar
after showering in their respective rooms.

   Agent Mindy Weathers was dressed in a tight, dark skirt, wearing a white
blouse.  The blouse hid none of her more prominent features.  Anderson
Davies did a double take when he entered the bar.  He got a good side view
and this woman was definitely stacked.  He'd love to play with those
babies. He felt a jolt to his crotch.  He flexed and felt good.

   Mindy turned just as Anderson approached her.  "Well, our intel was
good. I'm sure it was him.  We were this close." She held her thumb and
index finger an inch apart and took a slug from her glass.  It was all
clear.  Anderson figured it was vodka and water, maybe just rocks.

   "Isn't this a little early, Agent Weathers ?" It was going on eleven
o'clock in the a.m.

   "It's five o'clock someplace, Agent Davies.  You're one behind and I'm
buying."

   He ordered vodka on the rocks.  The bartender returned with two.  She
took her drink and downed it in one swallow.  Then took one of his.  They
drank in silence for a minute or two until Anderson started.

   "So how do we explain this back home ?  I'm sure there will be some ass
kicking going on.  I didn't believe the captain for a minute.  If there was
a torpedo it would have hit us.  They shot inside a mile.  Those dopers
weren't smoking any weed last night.  They were prepared.  They had a plan
of attack.  The captain expected them to give up.  He didn't have a plan,
just expected them to give up.  That didn't happen.  Those dopers kicked
our team's ass last night." Anderson downed his drink and waved for another
for both of them.

   "We can't tell anyone that.  We'd never get any cooperation from anyone.
We'd be totally ostracized.  So get that idea out of your head.  The
captain did the best he could.  Who knows what the thing was ?  Maybe it
was just a radar fuck up.  Let them write it up any way they want.  Our
shit was good.  That's what we tell them back home." She took a good slug
of vodka.

   Several moments of silence passed.  He reached over and gave her thigh a
squeeze.  "You're right, Mindy.  It's just that we were so close." She
grasped his hand before it left her thigh.  He left it there and they both
drank in silence.

  
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   Colleen Gilbert had just left the delicious Darleen.  They'd spent a
half hour on the couch before Colleen dragged the young lady to "Snake's"
office upstairs.  There, the two of them spent a very special couple of
hours exploring the delights of each other's body.  Darleen especially
liked to have the golden haired older woman lick and suck her pussy.  She
didn't believe she'd ever been eaten to so many climaxes.  Later she even
admitted that going sixty-nine with the woman made her somewhat insane,
licking her like a dog would lick a bone.  Darleen lay, spent, on the
couch.

   Colleen moved toward the bathroom.  She wanted to wash the vagina smell
off her face and hands.  Instead she got into the shower and washed
herself. It was after four before she entered "Snake's" office again.  The
girl was still lying on the couch.  Colleen didn't think Darleen would have
imagined ending up with her.  She moved behind "Snake's" desk and noticed
the alert immediately.

   She read "Yachtsman's" message and bolted for the door.  "Tora.  Tora.
Tora." An overt attack against an enterprise operation by a law enforcement
agency has been detected and evasive action is underway.  Everyone else was
supposed to go to ground.  All comm was to be terminated.  Back up
communication only in emergencies.

   The downstairs was a mess.  The weather woman was asleep on one of the
couches, curled up like a baby.  Someone had covered her with a blanket but
her butt was bare.  Colleen would like a lot more of that.  She'd have to
ask Carlos.  Rusty was crashed on the floor wrapped in a comforter.  Carlos
was no where to be seen.  But there was "Snake," crashed on the other
couch.

   "Yo !  `Snake' get up." She shook his shoulder several times.  She
finally resorted to holding his nostrils closed.  Three seconds later he
came awake with a start and almost took her arm off.  His eyes were slits
of anger.

   "Tora.  Tora.  Tora.  From `Yachtsman' at one forty-seven.  It's
four-fifteen.  There's nothing on any of your back-up accounts.  Do you
want me to call Casey and have him shut it all down ?"

   The anger left "Snake's" eyes.  He was slowly coming alert.  It was
still dark out.  He looked over at the other couch.  Trina Sanchez was
curled up with her butt bare.  He remembered doing a little drilling there
earlier, warming her up for Carlos.

   Tora...Tora...Tora.  Well at least he didn't have to jump through his
ass to get out of town.  He'd have Rusty fly the chopper to Bryce or maybe
Sedona.  Take Darleen with him.  He'd send Carlos out tonight to take Trina
and Colleen back to town and sniff around a little.  He sat up, half
expecting something like this.  He wondered if "Yachtsman" escaped ?

   "Yea, beautiful, call Casey.  Tell him to shut it all down." He looked
over at Rusty.  Let him sleep.  He'll leave late afternoon.  He got up and
stretched.  Time to inform Carlos.  He was still naked, his dick dangling
between his legs, as he climbed to the upper level.  He called back to
Colleen.

   "Let Rusty sleep.  And come upstairs after you contact Casey.  You know
the code, right ?" He was upstairs before Colleen answered him.  She had a
phone to her ear and was going over in her mind how she was going to route
the call.

   "Good morning, sir.  Your wakeup call.  Investment objectives have
changed.  Our benefactors want their money out.  ASAP.  Will we see you
this morning ?"

   Casey was instantly wide awake and looking at the young woman sleeping
beside him.  She was just a senior in high school.  He got a boner just
looking at her.  He decided right then and there to fuck her several more
times before he left for the hacienda.

   "Tell the partners that I'll see them this afternoon some time.  Two
minutes and our money is out.  See you later, sweetie." He rang off. 
Colleen rushed off to join "Snake" upstairs.

   Chapter Nineteen

   "Yachtsman" had a bottle of Jack in one hand and his dope bag in the
other.  He was still in his wet suit but it was stripped to his waist. 
He'd been sacking out for two hours, almost exactly.

   Jill was still wearing her wet suit.  It was a bit chilly out.  He stood
there, holding his stash with his hands at his sides.  He was surveying the
weather.  The sky was black with thousands of twinkling stars.  The wind
had shifted and was coming out of the north west with gusts to twenty,
twenty five knots.  The ride was much rougher.

   He leaned over and kissed her.  "Thanks.  I needed that."

   "I know.  When we gonna start four and four ?"

   "After we smoke and drink a little.  Raise the sail.  And maybe fuck a
little.  Turn off the radar and I'll rig the main sail."

   "Aye, aye, Captain !" He moved forward and dumped the torpedo frame
overboard.  He got the main rigging set and then started to hoist the main
sail into position.  It was always a bitch to get the pole raised with the
radar properly aligned.  This would give them coverage out as far as their
power allowed.  They were now sailing in international waters.  Nobody was
going to fuck with them out here.  Very few could find them.

   The eastern horizon was starting to lighten.  "Yachtsman" was finished
up front and back sitting at the helm with Jill.  He'd slid his arms back
into his wet suit.  Jill was taking a hit off the bottle.  "Yachtsman" took
the bottle from Jill and pulled her toward him.  His tongue was inside her
mouth, fencing with her tongue.  She tasted of Jack Daniels.  Her breasts
were hardly apparent in the wet suit but you could see her hardened nipples
through the rubber.  You could also find Mike Minter's hard phallus in his
crotch.

   Mike pulled away from her.  "We did it, Jill.  All the training paid off
in spades, honey." He took a swig of Jack and a drag off the pipe.  "But
now we have to decide where to off load.  If they've been listening, then
they possibly know our home port is Balboa.  You think ?" He paused.  He
was still high from the encounter.  Jill was lighting the bowl.  After
taking a good long hit, she passed it to him.  He took a hit and passed it
back to her.  "We need to spend some quality time with this problem, babe.
At some point we're going to have to risk using the commercial satellite to
send email, using the backup accounts.  We've got some options here but
first I want to bury my cock in your nice behind, darling."

   Jill laughed and reached into Mike's crotch to feel his boner.  He was
pulling down the zipper of her wetsuit.  She was laughing again, her
breasts coming bare, nipples erect.  She was wrestling his wet suit off. 
Mike got to his feet and she got his cock out in the open.  Her mouth was
on him, her head bobbing on and off his cock.  Mike Minter, aka the
"Yachtsman," screamed out his joy as Jill sucked his cock.  The rising sun
was just visible above the horizon.  He could see the clouds associated
with the cold front ahead.  Her lips were working on the end of his dick,
her tongue digging right below the crown of his cock.

   He pulled her face off his cock and pulled her to her feet.  Jill pulled
the wet suit to her feet and stepped out of it, nude.  The wind was in her
face and cold.  Her nipples hurt.  She turned and bent to grab her ankles.
Mike wasted no time hooking up with her.  She was snug and warm.  He
started fucking her, spreading the cheeks of her butt with his thumbs.  Her
asshole was spread wide.  He fucked his dick all the way into her and held
it there.  It was only moments before she cried out.

   "Come on, Mike, fuck me !" He wasted no time fucking her until his cock
filled her womb with his seed, fucking her until his cum was leaking out of
her, rolling down her thighs.  He leaned over and kissed the back of her
neck as his cock slowly shrank and slipped out of her.  They were both very
warm where they met but the rest was shivering with the first taste of
fall. "Yachtsman" spanked her ass as she scampered down into the cabin.

  
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   It was a little past one in the afternoon.  They had moved to a booth
way over in the corner, well away from the bar.  So that no one would
notice government employees drinking at this hour !?  Possibly.  The table
in front of them was littered with the remains of their lunch.  They were
into round number seven, eight ?  Who's counting ?

   "...should have followed them until morning.  Shit !  Followed them
until they came ashore again and then.  Whamo !" Anderson slapped the table
top.  Mindy grabbed his arm.

   "Shhsss.  You're making a scene.  Let's go upstairs.  I need a nap."

   Anderson looked over at the drunk woman beside him.  He had a semi-hard
cock several drinks ago when she rubbed his thigh for a while.  She'll need
a nap after I finish with her, he thought.  She was up and out of the
booth, settling the bar tab.  Shit !  It must be a mint.  God damn !  Agent
Mindy Weathers had a terrific ass on her, too.  The skirt was stretched
tight across her butt and she looked hot.  Twice she'd brushed her tits
against him.  His semi was coming back.

   Mindy glanced back at Anderson after she settled the bill.  She couldn't
help but notice.  It was right there in his slacks.  She quickly looked up
into his face but it was too late.  He'd noticed her interest and she was
sure that's what filled her face when she saw the nice fat cock in her
partner's crotch.  He smiled at her.  She smiled back and felt his arm go
around her; his hand sliding under her arm brushing the meat of her breast
as he guided her to the elevator.  Her nipples were visible in her blouse.
He was staring at them.

   As soon as the elevator doors closed, they were alone.  He pulled her to
him.  His mouth was on hers, his hands on her round ass, mashing her cheeks
together.  She could feel the lump of his cock between them.  She rubbed
herself against it, feeling his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them.
She hadn't had sex with a man in several years, preferring the company of
females and never, never if they worked for the outfit.  Maybe it was the
age thing ?  She knew he was twelve years older than she was and married.
It had to be the daddy thing.

   His tongue was still roaming around in her mouth.  The elevator door had
been open, how long ?  It started to close until Anderson pushed the open
door symbol.  He stood in the doorway while she passed him, his hardon
plainly visible in his slacks.

   "Your room or mine, Mindy ?"

   "Yours...Mine's a mess." He pulled her with one arm and dug in his
pocket for the room key, one of those plastic things.  He held the door as
she passed him and then followed her into his room.  He was taking off his
shirt as he walked.  She looked back at him.  The bed was still made.  He
tossed his shirt on the floor and came toward her.  His chest was covered
with salt and pepper colored hair.  He started at the top and slowly
unbuttoned her blouse.  She smiled as his hands filled themselves with her
bra covered tits.  Her hands went to his waist and soon his slacks were on
the way down.  His jockeys were full of hard cock.

   The blouse was on the way to the floor and his hands were behind her
unhooking her bra.  It joined the blouse and he was pushing her away so he
could stare at her tits, high up on her chest, large mounds of breast meat
with large, dark areolae and good slugs for nipples.  His hands dropped to
her waist, stripping off her skirt.  She was naked underneath the skirt. 
Anderson's boner jumped in his jockeys and Mindy quickly pulled them down
past his knees.

   It was a fat one.  She'd had longer but fatter, not so much.  She
grabbed it and started to jerk it.  One of his hands was between her legs.
Her cunt felt wet.  It was...His finger was in her...All the way in her. 
She grabbed his shoulders as she clung to him.  The orgasm was mild but she
knew others would follow.  They always did.  She kicked off her shoes and
sat on the bed.  His cock was waving around, hard as stone.  She kicked the
skirt away and spread her legs for him.

   Being in between girl friends, so to speak, Mindy hadn't tended to her
bush in a long time and it was a tangle of dark pubes.  Anderson sunk to
his knees and in moments had his mouth attached to her cunt lips, sucking
her brains out.  She thought she felt a finger slid into her and was
surprised as the orgasm rushed over her, then another one.

   "Come on, fuck me." It was begging.  She'd never.  Had to be the
excitement of the chase.  His fat cock was in her.  He had a hand on each
of her knees, spreading her legs apart.  She felt so naked.  Her tits were
bouncing up and down her chest, slapping her chin as he fucked her.  She
was sweaty and full of cock as he battered away at her spread loins.  It
felt good, his fat cock fucking in and out of her.  She was wet and gooie,
his cock moving in and out of her very fast, like a machine and then...He
exploded !

   He must have pumped five or six loads of cum into her.  She could feel
him become very slippery.  It was starting to leak down the crack of her
ass, over her asshole.  She squeezed him with her thighs.  He fucked deep
into her.  Another trickle down her asshole.  Anderson pulled out of her
and collapsed on the bed next to her.

   "I believe that was," he caught a couple of gulps of air, "what they
call," a couple of more breaths, "sexual harassment, Agent Weathers." He
gasped for air when he finished.

   She rolled into him.  She was wet.  He could feel her heat against him.
A breast was squashed between them.  "No, Agent Davies.  You are incorrect.
It would have been sexual harassment if you hadn't fucked me.  I need more.
It's been a while with a guy." She slid her arm under him and reached for
his cock.  It started to uncoil.

   Anderson rolled over.  He couldn't believe it.  He was getting another
boner.  What did this all mean ?

  
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   "Snake" looked out over the lake.  The helicopter had been hangered at
Bryce Canyon for three days.  Carlos had been out and about two nights
since the shutdown but nothing had appeared out of the ordinary.  Maybe
"Yachtsman" had over-reacted ?  Casey was begging to get the system back up
and running.  "Snake" had told him "no" twice now.  The three of them had
been using super clean, brand new cell phones.  Since then not a word from
"Yachtsman."

   Colleen had stayed at the hacienda with "Snake" and Carlos.  She was out
sunbathing by the pool.  She also got a steady diet of hard cock out here
and that wasn't available back home.  She wondered how her husband was
doing ?  And her daughter ?  No action for seventy-two hours now.  She knew
Carlos was sniffing around every night.  He left at sunset and traveled by
boat to the casino.  Then who knows where ?

   She saw "Snake" looking out at the lake and waved.  He waved back then
looked back at his computer screen.  All the backup accounts had been
dormant.  "Yachtsman" must have been apprehended.  The fucker wasn't as
smart as he thought he was.  And no dope would really hurt the bottom line.
Now, "Snake" had to make sure he didn't fall into the same traps...Number
one being, underestimating your opponent.

   Chapter Twenty

   "Yachtsman" trimmed up the main sail.  Jill had been down for a couple
of hours now.  The "Viper" was making about four knots in bright sunlight
with just a little wind.  He'd considered putting into a port on the way
south but didn't like doing that when loaded with a couple of tons of weed.
No, he'd email one of the backup accounts and see what support he could
drum up.  He didn't like being out here without support.  Information was
the most important piece of the pie.

   He'd been online all morning and unable to find a single mention of any
coast guard action in any Canadian news reports.  But then the chance of
the authorities reporting failure was just about zero.  He was still very
concerned about the chances of being met by the authorities in Newport
harbor.  They would be cornered and have no where to run.  Out here they
would be very hard to corner and almost impossible to catch.

   "Yachtsman" was being realistic thinking they wouldn't be able to do
this alone.  They were going to need support at some point to off load the
weed.  There were a lot of boats in Newport Harbor and Balboa Bay.  The
authorities could possibly narrow their previous signal traffic down to an
area but if there were a hundred boats tied up in that area.  Well, that's
a lot of checking out people's stories to do...That takes a lot of
time...Like finding a needle in a hay stack.  He was putting his and Jill's
future on the line with this choice but was positive they could do their
home port.  It had to be quick and that would require a lot of help.  It
would all depend on whether "Snake" could pull it off.

   He was working on a draft email when Jill came topside.  He could smell
bacon cooking as soon as she opened the hatch.  She was just wearing a
robe. He knew she was naked underneath and could hardly wait to fuck her.
He was horny.  She handed him a packed bowl and he took a good hit of weed
before passing her back the bowl.  She was reading what he had written. 
She sat and changed a couple of words.

   "Hungry ?" Jill asked him.

   "Yea, for your pussy, Jill." She laughed and spread her robe open.  Next
came her legs.  She had shaved, her labia spreading a bit when she spread
her legs.

   Minutes later, she was at the helm as Mike Minter chowed down on her
very juicy cunt.  All thoughts of a message to "Snake" forgotten.

  
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   Anderson Davies had just finished with the divorce lawyer.  He'd agreed
to give his wife half of everything but no alimony.  He lucked out.  She'd
get a part of his retirement too but that was only fair.  He didn't want a
fight.  He just wanted to end the marriage and start a new life with a new
career.

   Word of how close they came spread quickly.  They were heroes with the
rank and file.  Other members of the government team failed but the intel
that drove the operation was right on the mark.  The dope sailed.  There
was no doubt in any DEA agent's mind.  The intel put law enforcement in a
position to intercept.  Obviously that part of the equation needed work.

   The day they arrived back from the West coast Anderson moved everything
he owned into Agent Mindy Weathers' apartment.  He was now getting more sex
than he'd gotten in his life time.  He loved it and needed to buy some
pharmaceutical stock with the amount of Viagra he was taking.  He was
actually whistling as he drove back to the office late in the afternoon.

   As soon as he exited the elevator he knew something was up.  Agent
Weathers was not in their cubicle.  Hardly any of the cubes were filled
with agents.  He wondered where they were ?  He found the main briefing
room doors closed.  He peeked into the room.  The lights were bright and
shinning.  The chief of operations was standing at the podium

   "Come on in, Agent Davies, we were waiting for you.  Sit up front with
Agent Weathers." Everyone was looking back at Anderson.  He felt
self-conscious.  Mindy had this huge smile on her face.  A couple of agents
congratulated him as he walked to the front of the briefing room.

   "Okay.  Somebody check the back door and everyone check your cell phones
off.  Chief of Intel you've got the floor." The chief of operations moved
off the raised podium as the lights dimmed very low.  Mindy moved her knee
over until it was touching Anderson's thigh.  She leaned over.

   "Let me tell you, around here, this is big shit, Anderson."

   A chart with several different colored graphs appeared on the screen. 
The chief of intelligence began with very little background.  Everyone knew
that DEA's intel was what instigated the recent intercept attempt.

   "As usual some of this is speculation.  I'll try to be clear as we
proceed.  Questions as they pop up as usual.  Here we go.  Within five
minutes of the coast guard cutter getting radar contact with our drug
runner a message was sent from near that location thru the satellite to the
server farm.  The team is getting good at triangulating the transmissions.
Not as good in the Las Vegas area, only good to within a couple of miles."

   "The chart tracks the encrypted traffic in and out of the server farm
from one hour before radar contact until...Well, you can see for yourself.
Almost exactly two and a half hours later the system went down and it
hasn't come back up yet...Over seventy two hours of silence." He was taking
a swig from a glass of water.

   "We surmise that the drug runner knew almost immediately that he'd been
targeted and had planned for just such a contingency.  He sent out a
warning message then suckered the captain of the cutter into close contact
on purpose and using several crude but somewhat effective electronic
counter measures was able to effectively escape detection.  We're sure that
he planned on using the inclement weather as part of his counter measures.
We've spent a little time with satellite surveillance of that part of the
Pacific but it would be like finding a needle in a hay stack.  Any
questions so far ?"

   From the audience: "He knows he's escaped.  Why hasn't the system come
back up ?"

   "Good question and this is just a hunch.  Some of us think that he sent
a message causing the system to go down.  Why the delay ?  Who knows ? 
Maybe the guy who was supposed to get the message was out or something..."

   "Maybe he was getting stoned ?!" Came from the audience followed by a
lot of laughter.

   "Always a possibility but our drug runner certainly wasn't stoned the
morning he escaped.  I don't expect the rest of the organization to be any
less professional."

   "Okay then.  We're assuming the drug is marijuana.  That's what they
grow up there...High grade stuff for the Las Vegas market.  It's got to
come a shore some place so we're sending teams of agents to a lot of small
yacht harbors up and down the west coast.  We're trying to blanket a lot of
places from SF to San Diego.  That's the best we can do."

   "Okay, shifting gears...We've become interested in an individual who we
believe is connected to all this." The first photo flashed onto the screen.
It was a high school year book page.  The next slide was of an individual
on that page.  "This is `Snake.' At least that's the majority opinion in
analysis.  We have the locals in 'Vegas trying to track him down.  The name
on his birth certificate reads Eddie Edwards.  He's gone by `Snake' since
high school.  We're not sure where the nickname comes from or what it
means." His high school photo appeared as if the camera had been shaking
when the photo was taken.  Several more pictures of Eddie "Snake" Edwards
were flashed up on the screen, all at least fifteen to twenty years old.

   Someone from the audience inquired.  "Got anything more up to date ?"

   "Sorry, these are all high school yearbook photos and some stuff from
when he was in the Nevada Air Guard but none of it is any good.  There's
also some recent society page stuff but again it's not any better.  He
appears to avoid having his picture taken as far back as high school."

   Another inquiry from the audience.  "Can't we get a team on him and get
some better pictures ?"

   "About the time Agents Weathers and Davies left for British Columbia and
their coast guard cutter ride, `Snake' Edwards disappeared.  Like I said
we've got a team on it.  The week before the dope sailed, he was seen all
over town.  He's quite the social butterfly and charity worker and has a
lot of political contacts.  That's part of the problem in getting anything
done in Las Vegas, half the federal government is out there investigating
some form of corruption.  And the locals are real close to the powers that
be out there and it's not the federal government.  We've got people working
on his background.  So far we don't have much.  High school and college
records.  The guard records.  He appears to be an upstanding citizen.  One
particular story keeps popping up...That shortly after he left the Nevada
Air Guard..."

   Someone from the audience.  "What'd he do in the guard ?"

   "...Sorry, he flew cargo aircraft." There was some laughter from the
audience.  "I guess a lot of you have guessed already.  Hey, this shit is
just rumor." He paused for effect.  "It's rumored that he personally flew
three trips to someplace in either Central America or Columbia and brought
back a ton of cocaine each trip.  Right into that executive airport just
south of 'Vegas, trucked it to the casinos where they packaged it in the
counting rooms.  A fucking ton at a time.  We've heard this rumor from
three different sources.  It made him quite a reputation as a guy who could
get shit done.  We're sure that a lot of local people in 'Vegas make a lot
of money with this `Snake.' That gives him a lot of juice and please
remember, Las Vegas runs on juice."

   "We surmise that he used this dope money as seed money to get started in
'Vegas.  What exactly he does since leaving the air guard is unknown.  But
we suspect real-estate.  Everyone up there is into real-estate.  It's a
legal gold mine.  The government auctions off worthless desert and it's
scarfed up by speculators.  Since Nevada's laws don't allow for transparent
ownership of LLCs, it's surmised that a lot of the politicians are making a
killing as they're the ones making the zoning decisions.  They get paid
twice.  For their land and then for the zoning decision."

   Chapter Twenty-One

   The message appeared at three-fifteen p.m.  It was triple encrypted
using some identities that "Snake" hardly remembered.  He had to dig a
notebook out of the safe and then it took him over twenty minutes of
fooling around with passwords to finally see several paragraphs that he
could understand.
From: "Yachtsman"
To: "Snake"
They were waiting for us.  No doubt.  We weren't out of the inlet and
they were on to us.  The girl and I played dumb and at the last minute
crammed it down their throats.  Toys worked as advertised.  We escaped but

this is the last trip for this crew.  Plan accordingly.

   Will need assistance to download the cargo.  Believe it should disappear
all at once prior to us docking at home port.  Comm through the server farm
can no longer be considered secure.  Too many coincidences lately to
believe we're clean.  Your call on the next move.  My comm will remain thru
this account.  At least three weeks from home.

   Any other actions that can be attributed to the authorities ?  I imagine
Casey is hot to get the system back up and running.  Like I said, Snake,
your call.  Over and out.

   "Snake" sat back in his chair.  So the fucker escaped.  He was relieved
he hadn't lost the dope.  Now, how to get it off loaded ?  He'd have to
think about that.  The most pressing question was what to do about the
network ?  Unless there was a leak on Jay's end ?  He'd have to check that
out.

   He called Casey.  "Yo !  My man.  Start the music as soon as you can. 
Just for normal business.  No snow balls.  Want you and Colleen to secure
all accounts and move what you can to the most secure.  All important comm
to be through commercial accounts, triple encrypted.  I think someone out
there is sniffing around.  Questions ?"

   "Link will be active in ten minutes.  Understand restrictions.  Will get
on your tasks ASAP.  Maybe try to bait a trap ?  Problem with that ?"

   "No, that sounds like a very good idea, my man.  Over and out."

   "Rogeee, Ranger." Casey snapped his cell phone closed.

  
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   "Yachtsman" felt refreshed when he woke.  He'd slept close to three and
a half hours.  He left the captain's quarters and checked the charge on the
batteries before he climbed topside.  Jill had one of the computers in her
lap.  She smiled up at him.

   "You've got mail !" She laughed.  She'd had her four hours of sleep four
hours ago and still felt very rested.  She'd shag a couple of hours of rack
time before her next shift.  He was munching on a sandwich.  She motioned
for him to take the helm.  As soon as he did she went below and made
herself a sandwich.  She was starved.

   "Yachtsman" quickly ran pgp with the correct sequence of identities and
the short, unscrambled message appeared on the screen.
From: "Snake"
To: "Yachtsman"
Congratulations !  Everyone here glad to hear you and Jill are on the
way home.  Working on our problem.  No other suspicious activity.  System

back up today.  Might be the silver bullet ?  But will keep checking six.

   "Yachtsman" fired up a bowl and took a giant drag.  He felt relieved
that maybe, just maybe, their encounter might just be one of those things.
Like "Snake" said, "the silver bullet." He wasn't totally convinced but
would accept the explanation for now.  He wondered how "Snake" planned on
getting the weed off the boat ?

  
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   It took "Bonerboy" over thirty minutes of hard work to unscramble the
message.  He hadn't worked with pgp in a long time.  The software for the
satellite link did all that unless you just forgot to select encrypt.  This
email came through one of the commercial accounts he rarely used.  He only
checked the account today because he was directed to do so by "Snake"
through the network.  It was late.  He was ensconced at his home, an
apartment in Green Valley and he was sucking on a bowl full of weed.  He
took another drag and squinted to read the message.
From: "Snake"
To: "Bonerboy"

   Firefly02Oct0130

   Today was the second.  Fuck !  It was after one.  "Bonerboy" jumped up
off his couch and ran for the garage.  It was just short of one forty-five
when he strolled into a moderately crowded Firefly.  He sat at the bar and
ordered a Budweiser.  When he lifted the bottle he saw the message.  It was
on the napkin.  One word, "head." Daniel Haefner scooped up the napkin and
slipped off the bar stool.  As soon as he turned toward the restrooms he
noticed Carlos sitting over by the kitchen door.

   Daniel kept turning and moved off in the direction of the restrooms. 
"Snake" was standing at one of the urinals.

   "Sorry about the short notice, Daniel.  Thanks for hauling ass down
here. I just got a message from `Yachtsman' and I thought you'd want to
know."

   "The fucker made it then !?"

   "Yea, he made it.  But now we've got to get the dope off the boat and
transported.  I've got some ideas but it'll need a lot of staff work. 
There might be a lot of muscle required so vet accordingly.  No one.  I
repeat no one is to know the entire plan except you and I.  Got that ?"
Daniel Haefner nodded his head.  "Can I count on you ?"

   "Sure `Snake,' you can count on me.  When do you want me to start ?"

   "Right now, Daniel, you know the problem.  How would you get the weed
off the boat ?  And report to no one but me.  I think there may be some
watchers out there."

   "Understand, `Snake,' no one but you gets shit."

   "Daniel, another thing.  We're trying to burn some guys, setting up a
sting of sorts.  What we need is..."

  
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   Casey showed up at the office unannounced.  Colleen was out front and
tried to enter "Snake's" office with him but Casey backed her away. 
"Sorry, hon, just `Snake' and me today."

   With the door firmly closed behind him, Casey began, "Okay...I figure an
unencrypted message about some order or such and then an encrypted party
announcement.  We pick an address that we can observe through our
distribution system.  If they bust the party, it's time to do something
drastic.  That fucking time on the satellite is expensive and if it's being
watched...Well, there's not much we can do to stop them...And mistakes are
impossible to stop.  It's just a matter of time."

   "Snake" leaned back in his chair.  "It might be time to just get behind
a firewall and run our own network.  The fucking banks do it.  So does just
about everyone else.  Some use satellite, some use land lines.  It's all
encrypted so what's the difference ?"

   "They're legal."

   "Oh..."

  
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   Jake Morrison leaned against the house.  He was standing in his parent's
driveway.  He'd been observing the houses surrounding his for over five
minutes.  He knew some of his neighbors but didn't know others so he spent
quality time observing his neighborhood.  He didn't want to be surprised.

   Everything looked normal.  Jake casually walked down the driveway and on
to the sidewalk.  It was a short block and a half to the park.  Twilight
was past and it was becoming dark in a hurry.  He dialed as he walked.

   "Hey !  Tilly, doll.  It's Jake.  Okay if I stop by for a cup of beans
?"

   "Sure, Jake." He closed the connection.  He was out of the park and
heading toward Warm Springs.  He watched the traffic light, trying to time
his pace to allow him to cross without standing at the corner for thirty
seconds or more.  The light turned green just before Jake arrived at the
corner.  He looked both ways before crossing.  He heard this story once
about a dealer who got hit while crossing the street and he was holding. 
He got busted after getting out of the hospital.  What a bummer !

   Jake liked Tilly Matterhorn.  She was a cute senior and liked to get her
dope at a deep discount which usually meant Jake would get to fuck her for
a while after they did the deal.  She wanted two ounces this evening.  Jake
liked that; she was a steady performer.

   Jake observed every house as he walked along the sidewalk.  Two houses
before Tilly's he slowly moved up a driveway and stood in some bushes. 
Three minutes went by.  Not a face had appeared in a window nor a person
watering their lawn.  It was almost totally dark now.  Jake stepped on to
Tilly's neighbor's lawn and moved toward her house.  He was watching again
from between the houses, crouched down against the house.

   In one quick movement, Jake was up and over the wall and into Tilly's
backyard.  He moved off toward her back porch.  He looked through the
sliding glass doors and into the den.  Tilly was sitting on the couch in
her shorty night shirt.  Her legs were spread and Jake could plainly see
the young lady's snatch.  Jake flexed his cock.  It responded.  He stepped
into view.  Tilly jumped off the couch and ran toward the sliding glass
doors, her small titties bouncing up and down.



   Chapter Twenty-Two

   Las Cruces, New Mexico

   October 2005

   Osama Azzam was sitting at the lunch table.  Several other workers were
assembled at the front of the cafeteria.  They were listening to another
worker talk about some new security issue.  The guy, they were listening
to, was a total asshole.  Osama had been working for this mining company
for almost ten months.  His education and experience were the clincher. 
They hardly glanced at his paperwork, I.D.  and social security card.  He'd
paid plenty for them, so they better work.  But that was all behind him.

   His travels had convinced him that attempting to put together a cell
would be suicide.  The level of anti-terrorism alerts and stories in the
newspaper and the television !  Shit !  There were all types of stories
about terrorism...Usually because some young man of middle-eastern ancestry
blew something up or attempted to blow something up !  Well, what the fuck
do you expect !?

   Regardless, Azzam, still going as John Roberts, had made significant
progress.  While his employment didn't ever bring him close to dangerous
explosives, the company, he worked for, ordered plenty of it for work in
the field.  Azzam had been plotting since the day he was hired.

   Azzam rose from the table and headed back to his cubicle.  The rest of
his day was spent routing company consignments to work sites.  One day soon
an order of dynamite was going to be routed to a non-existent work site and
there the mild mannered John Roberts was going to intercept it.

   Then it was off to the city of sin.  He hadn't yet figured out how to
deliver his god's message, that would come later.  First he needed the
means to deliver Mohamed's message !  Once he had the means he was sure he
could find willing martyrs !

  
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   Back in 'Vegas...Jake Morrison was bare ass naked, lying on his back. 
An equally naked Tilly Matterhorn was squatting over Jake's hard cock,
fucking herself on and off it.  Her small breasts were tight on her chest,
nipples erect.  Sweat had formed on her brow and upper lip; it was also
starting to dribbled down her neck.

   She had blown him earlier.  He'd been quick tonight.  Tilly was really
concentrating on keeping Jake's dick sliding in and out of her cunt.  She
really liked fucking him.  It wasn't just to get cheap weed.  She was going
to cum again.  Tilly sat on his dick and started to rotate her butt around.
She slid a hand to her mons and started flicking a finger between her lips,
right against her clit.  That was all she needed.  She went stiff and then
Jake started fucking up into her like an oil derrick.  She started going
crazy, the electricity running through her extremities.

   He'd lifted her up off the mattress and was driving his cock into her
like a jack hammer.  Her head fell forward to his chest but his cock kept
ramming in and out of her cunt.  He could feel the semen being squeezed out
of her as he drove his dick into her.  His cock was bathed in cunt butter
and cum.

   His cock had shrunk out of her but she was still lying on top of him. 
He was still breathing hard.  They were very sweaty and her bedroom was
oppressively hot.  Tilly got to her hands and knees over him.  She kissed
his damp forehead.

   "God, that was a real ride, Jake.  Want me to pack a bowl ?"

   "What time are your parents getting home ?"

   "They're gone for the weekend.  We can do this all night and all day,
baby." She jumped up off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

   Jake struggled to sit up.  He gathered up his jeans and checked his
phone.  There was one message.  It was from "Bonerboy." He dialed the
number from memory.  He forced himself to do this because he was afraid of
losing his phone and then not being able to call for assistance.  All the
important numbers were in his head.

   "Bonerboy" answered on the second ring.  "Daniel."

   "Jake here."

   "Where are you ?"

   "A friends in Green Valley."

   "Is it secure enough for a meet ?"

   "As secure as a private residence can be.  Clear all weekend."

   "Give me the address."

   Jake rattled off the street and number.  He even included major cross
streets.

   "Be there in ten minutes, Jake."

   Tilly was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, using a wash cloth
between her legs.  Jake rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.  He
needed to take a piss.  Now, what the fuck could be so important to meet at
two-thirty in the fucking morning ?

   "Get some clothes on, Tilly.  A friend of mine is coming over to shoot
the shit for a while.  You'll have to stay up stairs, honey.  This is
business.  Comprende ?"

   "Yea, Jake.  You need anything just yell." Jake was using a wash cloth
on his cock and balls.  She had a cute little butt.  He was getting a woody
cleaning off his cock.  He checked his watch and threw the wash cloth into
the sink.  Jake spanked Tilly's cute butt as he went back into the bedroom.

   He was dressed and downstairs just two minutes before he spied Daniel
Haefner walking up the driveway.  Jake figured he parked either in the
church parking lot or up by the park.  He opened the door just as Daniel
stepped up on to the front porch.

   Jake closed and locked the door.  Daniel was standing in the entry way
looking about the front room and through to the kitchen.  Jake came up
beside him.  He pointed to the kitchen door.

   "Door opens to the back yard.  Over the fence, through the neighbor's
yard, cross the street and do it again.  I'm parked two streets over. 
There's a girl up stairs.  Parents away until Sunday night."

   "Good work, Jake.  The girl is what ?"

   "A good distributor." Daniel smiled.

   "Let's talk a while.  I got a couple of things I'd like you to do."

  
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   Anderson Davies sat up in bed.  Both of their cell phones were ringing.
Anderson wished government business could only be conducted between the
hours of nine and five.  He looked over at Mindy.  She was also coming
awake.  He wanted her to sit up so he could see her tits.  Seeing them
always gave him a hardon.

   Instead he got out of bed and headed for the dressing table.  He found
his phone and made sure it was his.  Be a little embarrassing if he
answered Agent Weather's phone.

   "Davies here." Agent Weathers' phone was still ringing.  She was out of
bed and headed toward the dressing table.  Anderson had already moved into
the bathroom and closed the door.

   "They sent another message in the clear.  Then their system went down
for fifteen minutes this time before it reset.  We're analyzing twelve
messages that were sent today.  They want you in as soon as possible. 
They're mounting an operation.  Hurry up." The connection was broken.

   Anderson walked out into the bedroom.  Mindy Weathers was still talking
on her phone.  Anderson threw his phone on the dressing table and went back
into the bathroom.  He had the shower going when Mindy entered the
bathroom.

   "What did they tell you ?" She called over the shower noise.

   "Probably the same thing they told you.  They intercepted another
message." Mindy entered the shower.  Anderson lowered his voice.  It was a
moment before he continued.  Looking at her tits again gave him a woody,
his cock filling with blood.  "They want to mount an operation so get your
ass to work.  Fuck !  It's three in the fucking a.m..." He stopped abruptly
when Mindy took a hold of his cock and started stroking with her soapy
hand.

   "We got time, Anderson.  Do me, honey.  We're gonna get the fuckers this
time." She was stroking his fat dick faster.  It was as hard as it gets. 
Mindy turned and put her hands up against the shower stall and wiggled her
butt back and forth.

   Anderson took a hold of her hips and brought her back to his cock.  He
rubbed his soap soaked cock up and down the crack of Mindy's nice and plump
ass cheeks.  The shower water was washing the soap away and then he lowered
his cock and pushed it up between her legs.  He was in her, spreading her
cunt lips apart and invading her vagina.

   "Oh !  Go, baby." Anderson thrust up with his thighs and then started
fucking the shit out of her up against the shower tile.  The sound of
slapping flesh filled the bathroom.  They were primed and she started
cuming when the first spurt shot out of his cock.

   It was closer to four-thirty before the two agents arrived at their
office.  They arrived in separate cars, five minutes apart.

   Chapter Twenty-Three
From: "Woody"
To: "Flowerlips"

   Wednesday 05 October 2200.  8839 Carbondale.  Confirm.

   "This was the first message that interested us.  The rest are just
greetings and reports.  Very hard to figure out what is being reported on
but there's a lot of numbers.  This message was sent early in the day." The
message was being propagated by an overhead projector and viewed by about
twenty agents.  "We've already alerted the local office.  It's a place down
in Henderson.  This looks exactly like the previous party we busted.  I
told the locals to expect a lot of supervision on this one.  We'll be
sending a team later today.  The second message went through their system
five hours later." Another slide flashed up on the screen.
From: "Flowerlips"
To: "Woody"

   I'll be there.

   "We doubt there will be any of the players we want there but it's
another way in.  To be honest we're not even sure they're doing anything
illegal besides prostitution.  The amounts of money tied with their message
traffic is just very suspicious.  We need to do this right, this time. 
This is very compartmentalized.  Need to know and all that.  Let's get on
it." The sound of chairs being scraped back was loud.  There was immediate
chatter among the agents.  Several headed to the door and their cubicles.

   Mindy Weathers was up front with the chiefs of operations and
intelligence.  She motioned for Agent Davies to join them.  He left the
agents, he was talking with, and moved to the podium.

   "Okay.  I want you two to be there when they raid the place.  Let the
locals do the deed.  Stay in the background.  Watch your asses.  Regardless
of what they turn up at the house, I want you two to continue on to Newport
Beach, California.  Either of you familiar ?"

   Both the agents indicated they weren't.  The chief of operations
continued.  "Some bright young lady up in the Portland office checked all
the yacht basins in and around where you ran into our drug smuggler.  A
yacht named "Viper" left a place just north of where you were a week before
the encounter.  It's home port is Balboa, California."

   Both of the agents had smiles a mile wide plastering their faces.  Mindy
blurted out, "I assume you've checked..." The chief of operations held up
his hand.

   "The slip has been empty since late August and as of twenty minutes ago
was still empty.  I think that you two should meet this yacht's owner, a
Mister Mike Minter, when he docks, don't you ?" He laughed a bit and patted
Anderson on the shoulder when he walked away.  Several agents were waiting
to engage him with questions.

  
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   Jake Morrison had been sitting in the park since eight.  It was now
nine-thirty and very dark.  No one had entered the park for twenty minutes.
At nine-forty, Jake dialed a number.  Eight minutes later two vehicles
pulled up and parked at the edge of the park.  Jake got up off the grass
and wandered over to where the vehicles were parked.

   "Hey, what's the haps, Jake ?" There were six guys and two girls
standing around the vehicles.  Jake greeted his friends.  And then very
carefully described what he wanted done.  The group was sure they could
pull it off.  Jake was sure they could too.  If they were apprehended they
were to tell the authorities that some guy in the park gave them the garage
door opener and paid them $100 to use it at precise times tonight.

   Jake expected them at the rendezvous no later than eleven-fifteen.  The
two vehicles raced off.  At exactly ten zero five the first of the vehicles
drove up into the driveway at 8839 Carbondale and into the garage using the
garage door opener.  The vehicle was filled with four teenagers.  Three
minutes after the garage door came down it came back up and the vehicle,
with just the driver visible, sped away.

   Eight minutes later a van pulled into the same driveway and using the
remote control opened the garage door.  The van stayed for five minutes and
then sped away from the residence.  Both of the vehicles drove around
aimlessly for over an hour before meeting up at a Taco Bell, near the
university.

   Jake was there waiting for them.  He liked Taco Bells for meets.  The
two groups were three minutes apart and sat near where Jake was finishing a
chicken soft taco.  The rest started eating.  The girls were talking about
the Friday night football game.  The guys were just eating.  Jake was
sucking on a Pepsi.

   "How'd it go ?"

   "No problem, Jake.  No visible surveillance but I noticed a motor home
parked on the street about three houses down from the target." Jake looked
at the other table.

   "Samo...Samo.  I noticed the motor home, too.  No lights.  No cord from
the house like they were house guests." Jake nodded.  He was pleased that
they weren't stopped.  He would have eyes on the target all night.  Jake
slipped several ounce bags of weed out from under his shirt.  Under the
cover of the table he shoved them into his empty Taco Bell bag.  He left
the bag on the table and got up to leave.

   "Thanks.  I owe you guys.  A little down payment." He nodded toward the
bag and wandered out into the parking lot.

  
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   Agent Davies was tucking in his shirt tail.  Agent Weathers was in the
bathroom, washing the cum off her neck and chest.  Anderson could see her
through the mirror.  Seeing her tits like this was giving him another
woody. They'd checked into a motel in Henderson, this afternoon.  The
locals had surveillance on the target.  Anderson and Mindy had time, so
they had sex while they were waiting for night fall.

   She noticed him staring at her.  She called to him, "Want to go again,
honey ?" She was shaking her butt at him, massaging her tits.  Her nipples
were erect, areolae all crinkly.  She could see that he had a woody in his
pants and was squeezing it.

   "Get dressed, Agent Weathers.  It's time to be professional."

   "You seemed intensely professional a little while ago while you were
fucking my tits.  I've never had a pearl necklace before." He was in the
bathroom with her, putting on his jacket - a sports jacket.

   They were traveling under aliases and would be parked well down the
block when the raid started, just waiting and watching and listening. 
Anderson had insured that all electronic communication within a square mile
of the house would be monitored.  Not the calls themselves, just the fact
that you were using an electronic communicating device.  Then depending on
who you were calling...Well you get the picture.

   "Get dressed, you nymph." She backed her bare ass into his crotch as he
combed his hair.  Anderson stepped away from her and spanked her ass.  She
laughed and headed out into the motel room.

   Ten minutes later they left the room and headed for their vehicle, a
late model Toyota.  Twenty minutes later they were leaving a Starbucks on
Sunset and cruising the target neighborhood.  They both noticed the
surveillance vehicle, a mobile home.  The kind you travel with and stay in
trailer parks.  A long electric cord from the house to the mobile home
would have made it look a lot less suspicious.  But neither agent noticed.

   They were parked, lights out, about half a block from the target house.
It was just short of midnight.  Both of the agents were wearing ear plugs,
listening to the tactical frequency.

   "Agents in place." Came through their ear plugs.  Their night vision
goggles were down and they were watching all the houses around the target.
Both agents had agreed that this could be a trap.  If that was the case
someone would be watching and reporting.  They would love to get a line on
that someone.

   "Move." The agents could immediately see movement around the target
house.  Two SUVs turned the corner in front of them and rushed down the
street to the target.  A dozen agents scrambled out of the vehicles and
rushed up to the house.  Agents appeared to be entering the target house.

   "It's empty.  No furniture at all.  Some lights on and a portable radio
playing some local radio station.  Everyone out now.  Plan delta."

   The comm line went dead and wouldn't be activated again that evening. 
Mindy and Anderson studied the houses surrounding the target.  No lights
were on.  No visible activity.  They got burned by these guys again.  They
were sure of it when they drove away from their observation post an hour
and a half after the swat team left the neighborhood.

  
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   Tilly Matterhorn pushed up the night vision goggles and rubbed her eyes.
She noted the time and then made some notations on her notepad.  She
figured that was the end of it but would keep an eye out until she left to
meet Jake.....

   .....It was zero five-thirty when the girl in the pink warm-up suit
entered the park.  There wasn't even the hint of the new day in the east.
She was running along at a pretty good clip when she saw him down in the
culvert on the north side of the park.  He was wearing a gray sweat suit
with a hoody.

   She slowed her gait and started to trot down into the culvert.  Jake was
sitting down, back against the wall.  Tilly moved to sit next to him.

   "So how'd it go, Tilly ?"

   She held out a folded piece of paper.  Jake took it and put it in his
pant's pocket.  "It's all in the notes.  A couple of minutes after midnight
I noticed figures coming around both sides of the house and up on to the
front porch.  They were all carrying automatic weapons with face shields.
Two vehicles, SUVs, were coming down the street at a high rate of speed. 
Close to a dozen guys jump out of the SUVs and run toward the house. 
They're all dressed the same...Dark slacks and shoes with their jackets on.
There's some loud noise and then they're streaming into the house.  Fifteen
minutes later, give or take a couple, they're gone.  There's a camper still
parked down the street, been there for a couple of days, and some of the
guys may have come from there.  I was OBE (overcome by events) for a
bit...There were so many of them.  Maybe twenty and I have no idea how many
may have been in the back yard."

   "Good work, Tilly.  Anything else ?"

   She smiled up at him and pushed closer to him.  "At two a.m.  a dark
colored vehicle, that had been parked down at the cross street since about
1145, drove away.  I saw it drive up and park but no one ever got out.  It
was too far away to see anything and they either didn't smoke or were smart
enough not to." She pushed her hand between his arm and body.  He was warm
and it was cool in the park.

   "Jack pot !  Thanks darling." Jake leaned down and kissed her lips. 
"Here.  This is for you, Tilly." He pushed an ounce bag into her hand. 
"Gotta go, babe.  We might have to do a bit of celebrating this evening. 
What do you say ?  We'll go to dinner...Get a room." He was disengaging
from her and she was shoving the ounce into her warm-up jacket pocket.

   "That sounds cool, Jake." He was already backing away from her.

   Chapter Twenty-Four

   It was going on four in the dimly lit bar.  Anderson had chosen a booth
in the rear.  They were hungry.  Mindy was using the rest room.  Two vodka
on the rocks were sitting on the table.  The bar was, surprisingly, doing a
brisk business.  Surprising to the agents, that is.  To the locals this was
very normal.

   Anderson noticed that Mindy was talking to their waitress, a very tall,
skinny blonde.  She was a good looking girl with legs up to her armpits,
about five years younger than Mindy, he figured.  She had a hold of the
young girl's arm and was laughing.  So was the waitress.  Their
conversation went on for three or four minutes.  Mindy came back to the
table with two new drinks.  Anderson was thankful because he'd drained his
while she was talking to the waitress.

   Mindy snuggled close to him and drank down her first in one or two
swallows.  Anderson took a hold of her thigh.  She was wearing a pair of
tight slacks and a sleeveless tank-top all dark.  Her jacket was a light
wind breaker, dark in color.

   "What were you talking to the waitress about ?" Anderson asked casually.
He really didn't care, still thinking about the raid.  But they had gone
over the raid again and again since they left the stakeout.  There had been
no electronic communication out of any of the houses, surrounding the
target.  The locals refused to continue the surveillance.  He didn't blame
them.  The target house was completely bare except for the radio.

   "I asked her what she was doing after work." His crotch immediately came
alive.

   "What about Newport Beach ?"

   "Fuck Newport Beach.  I just called and they got all bent out of shape
'cause of the time.  They're supposed to be watching the fucking slip.  I
told them we'd be there day after tomorrow some time." She looked up at
him.

   "You're the boss." He gave her thigh a squeeze.

   "Good, 'cause I think Nancy is interested in going back to our room."
They were traveling as husband and wife, in preparation for future
operations, they were told.  Anderson was sure it was because the ruse they
were using, just boss and subordinate was not working.  In either case he
didn't care.  At the mention of Nancy coming back to their room his cock
began to stiffen.

   Mindy reached into his crotch and felt a very nice, thick cock.  She
stroked it.  "Look at her, Anderson.  I want you to fuck her while she's
eating me." His cock was as hard as it gets.  The waitress was coming
toward them with a three drinks in her hands and her purse slung over her
shoulder.  She slid into the booth opposite them and pushed two drinks
across the table.

   "I'm off." She smiled at them both and took a gulp of her drink.  The
three of them left about four-thirty.

  
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   Jake Morrison was having a cup of coffee at the Starbucks up on Sunset.
He'd walked from the park and it had taken him about a half hour.  It was
starting to lighten in the east.  Jake figured it would be a very nice
early October day.

   He dialed the number by heart.  It rang once before, "Daniel."

   "Hey, duuude !  This is Jake.  The shipment went out last night at
midnight.  Our part went off without a hitch.  Our agent, on sight, said
that at least twenty guys showed up to move the stuff.  They had a lot of
fancy gear and electronics, too.  They were in and out in about fifteen but
supervision stayed for two hours, checking out shit."

   "When...How'd you get the info ?" He sounded anxious.

   "Face to face with our agent, Daniel.  That's the way I set it up.  You
didn't put a time limit on anything or did I miss that ?  The agent
reported directly to me thirty eight minutes ago."

   "No...No...Great job, Jake.  What are you doing the rest of the day ?  I
might want you to meet with someone."

   "Was gonna catch some "Z"s and I should tell you that I'm on foot, just
a student on his way to where ever."

   "Copy that.  Any places down here you like to eat at besides Taco Bell."
Daniel laughed.

   Jake laughed too.  "The bowling alley cooks an okay breakfast."

   "Okay, Jake.  I'll call you back in a bit." Daniel rang off.

   Daniel was at home and immediately went to his computer.  He worked for
several minutes, composing, before he started typing.  It went quickly.
From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Snake"
On site observation reported it happened at midnight with surveillance
until two.  Twenty plus on the team.  Jake Morrison and some of his
distributors did the work.  Very impressive.  Would like to bring him in on
the transport problem.  He's done good shit for us in the past.  I vouch

for him.  Your call.  We need to meet.

   "Bonerboy" sat back and waited.  He lit a bowl of weed and took a deep
drag.  You've got mail !  "Snake" had been waiting at, Daniel looked at his
watch, six-twenty in the morning !  Fuck !
From: "Snake"
To: "Bonerboy"

   Make it happen.

   Daniel leaned forward and started typing.
From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Snake"

   Lanes up on sunset.  Eight.

   Daniel leaned back against the couch and took another drag.  It was a
little before seven.  He dialed Jake's number.  It rang just once before
being answered.

   "Jake."

   "Breakfast at eight at the lanes." He closed the connection.

   Jake closed his phone and wandered out of Starbucks and over toward the
Casino/Bowling alley.  There was only one way to observe.  So Jake set off
in that direction.  The car wash opened at seven and it was coming up on
seven now.

  
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   "Snake" dialed right after Daniel's first email.  Carlos picked up on
the third ring.  He was on the north end of the Strip picking up some
entertainers.

   "What do you need, buddy."

   "Our friends showed up at one of our parties.  Had a great time.  Face
to face from now on.  I'll be at the `Hacienda' after I finish a little
work here.  So will Casey and Colleen.  Would be a good idea to bring her
old man and their daughter plus some play toys if you can.  No pros.  Up to
you.  I'm going to play retired for a while."

   Carlos waited a few moments before answering.  "You shutting it all down
?"

   "As soon as I get off the phone with you."

   "Locals ?"

   "No.  I'm meeting with our agent on site for breakfast.  I'm bringing
Casey.  You want to come ?  You'd make five."

   "You need cover ?"

   "Don't think so.  Still cool out but someone is looking hard.  I want to
disappear for a while.  Not be so out front.  Understand ?"



   "Yea...I understand.  I'll finish up here and meet you out at the
`hacienda' for lunch.  You gonna call Colleen ?"

   "Yea...Anything else ?"

   "No." "Snake" was dialing as soon as the connection went dead and the
dial tone returned.  Five rings went by before "Snake" heard, "Ugh ! 
Yea...What ?"

   "They busted it.  I'm picking you up in five minutes.  Copy !!"

   An instantly alert Casey answered.  "I'll be ready." He rolled out of
bed and looked over at the teenager on the other side.  He'd have to figure
a way to get her out to the "hacienda." He'd call Carlos.  He flipped open
his phone and started dialing.

   "Snake" was listening to another ringing phone.  Six so far.  Finally,
"Rusty."

   "`Snake' here.  I'll need to go at say nine-thirty this morning.  A
problem ?"

   "Usual destination ?

   "Yea, with a full load."

   "See you then."

   Chapter Twenty-Five

   At about the time "Snake" drove out of his place to pick up Casey,
Anderson Davies was on his knees fucking the shit out of this tall, blonde
girl, Nancy Kingston, who was on her hands and knees eating Mindy Weather's
pussy.  Anderson had spread the young woman's butt cheeks apart and was
sawing his cock in and out of the woman like a crazy man.  Mindy was bent
over backwards, crab-like, up on her arms and feet, legs spread, pushing
her cunt right into the girl's mouth.  Her cunt was filled with his first
load.

   He was sweating like a pig.  It was rolling down his chest and sides. 
His girl friend's tits had a large hickie near each of her areolae, the
work of Nancy, while he was eating her pussy.  God !  If undercover was
like this all the time...Fuck !  He'd die on the job.  The sound of wet,
slapping flesh filled the room as Anderson drove his cock in and out of the
up raised behind in front of him.  Her asshole was totally hairless and he
recalled reaming the point of his tongue into it while he was munching on
her shaved cunt.

   Mindy was going to cum again.  This girl could eat pussy.  Her tongue
was tracing her cunt lips and every so often reaming itself into her,
causing her to arch up off the bed and suffocate the girl with her cunt
meat.  Nancy was chewing on her mound, licking around her clitoris.  It was
driving Mindy wild and she thought she ate pretty good pussy.  This girl
was outstanding.  She'd have to get her number.  She was sure they'd be
back in 'Vegas soon.

   Their phones started ringing simultaneously.  Anderson couldn't stop and
continued fucking the shit out of the girl on her knees in front of him. 
Mindy pulled her pussy away from where the girl was licking on her clit
again.  She rushed across the room, naked, her tits bouncing as she went.

   She was moving into the bathroom as Anderson blew his load into the
girl's cunt.  It was coming out all over.  She'd been a tight fit.  He was
panting.  His phone was still ringing.  He finally struggled off the bed,
got to it and opened it up.

   "Davies." He gasped out.  The girl was lying on her stomach, her legs
spread.  His cum was dribbling out of her spread cunt lips.  He watched it
dribble on to the sheets.

   "What the fuck you been doing ?"

   "Been out running.  What did you think ?"

   The agent, on the other end, was laughing.  "Yea...Hey, anyway, the
network went down at seven-thirty this morning.  It sent out fifty thousand
messages in about ten minutes and shut down.  You think last night spooked
them ?"

   Anderson had his breathing under control.  Agent Weathers was coming out
of the bathroom.  "Hard to tell.  We got nothing, just watching.  It was
obviously set up to fuck with us but I thought we'd be able to catch
someone watching.  I was wrong.  Not one piece of traffic out of the target
area.  I'm betting they're on to us.  I don't think you'll see that network
again.  They've closed it down." He was getting spongy looking at his naked
partner.  She was smiling.  The girl was still lying on the bed.

   "When are you guys getting to Newport Beach ?

   "Agent Weathers was in contact with them after the raid.  The slip is
still empty.  She says we're going to do 'Vegas for a while until we head
to the beach."

   "Sounds good.  The locals reported that there have been no sightings of
`Snake.' They have no idea where he is.  Our only lead is the boat.  Good
luck, Anderson.  Don't let her kill you." The agent on the other end was
laughing as he disconnected.  Anderson looked over at the bed.

   Nancy was on her back and Mindy was hovering over her.  His partner's
dark haired head lowered between the girls legs.  Not long after that the
girl's arms came up around Mindy's hips and the girls were going 69. 
Anderson was getting hard looking at them.  He entered the bathroom and
took a piss.  His cock was spongy.  He rustled through his dob kit and
found his viagra.  He dry swallowed one.  When he entered the room Mindy
was on her back with Nancy on top of her.  Mindy's face was plastered to
her cunt sucking his load out, he was sure.

  
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   Jake was sitting down in a depression that was just east of the parking
lot for the casino/bowling alley.  A much better viewing point than the car
wash.  At odd intervals he would stand and let his eyes sweep the parking
lot.  He looked at his watch it was seven fifty-five.  He'd been here for
twenty minutes.  Two minutes later he observed Daniel Haefner drive into
the parking lot.  He watched until Daniel entered the Casino.  He sat.

   Two minutes later an older couple entered the parking lot in an old
pickup and using a handicapped parking slot, entered the Casino.  Just as
they entered, a late model Toyota Camry entered the parking lot.  There
were two guys in it.  Jake checked his watch, just after eight.  He watched
"Snake" Edwards and another man, he'd seen before but couldn't remember his
name, enter the Casino and then waited a full five minutes before walking
across the parking lot and into the Casino.

   "Snake" was on edge.  A whole lot of work was going down the drain. 
Somebody had discovered them.  He had no illusions that he could duel the
feds.

   Casey was checking out one of the waitresses.  Maybe nineteen, college
student maybe ?  He also noticed how tight "Snake" was.  Casey didn't
understand, the dope made it.  That's what made the money.  That and the
girls.  The network was just "bling."

   "Snake" looked at his watch.  It was six after.  "Where is your guy ?  I
thought you said he was reliable." Daniel looked uncomfortable.  Just as
"Snake" finished speaking, Jake walked around the corner and found them.

   Jake was approaching Daniel and called out, "Sorry I'm late." Then
whispered so that only the three of them could hear.  "I was in the parking
lot observing since about seven-forty.  That couple over there." Jake
nodded his head behind "Snake" and then continued.  "They entered the
parking lot two minutes after Daniel and one minute before you did, Mister
Edwards.  No one else has entered the parking lot for five minutes." Much
louder now.  "Thanks for waiting, guys !"

   "Snake" relaxed and turned just as the old woman returned from sitting
the older couple.  This kid, Daniel brought to breakfast, was sharper than
he'd ever imagined.  He wondered what Daniel told him ?  He'd definitely
find out after breakfast.  Maybe he'd ask the kid to come with them to the
"hacienda ?" He wondered if Carlos would bring Trina.  Maybe she couldn't
get off work and then they probably needed her eyes and ears in place ?

   "Snake" put his hand on Jake's shoulder and guided him into the booth.
He motioned for Daniel to sit on the inside with Casey across from him.  He
was armed and didn't want the young guys to get in the way.

   The waitress was there, filling up coffee cups.  The kid ordered a coke.
It'd been almost four years since he'd seen the kid, knew he was a good
performer with always increasing sales and no hassles.  Other than that he
knew next to nothing.

   "So, Jake, you still living at home because...?" The waitress had left
with their order.

   "It's cheap and my parents are beyond reproach.  He's retired military.
She's a school teacher.  My business is run out of the home but never in
the home.  When something else comes along, I may do something different.
Depends on what I'm doing and how much it brings in." From the moment he
saw "Snake" get out of his car he was sure this was something very
important.  He wanted to have a good reason for all his actions.

   "Do you think your parents suspect ?"

   "My dad may but what he doesn't sniff out himself doesn't exist.  If he
hasn't found my shit, only a full on search will.  I don't think a judge
will do that.  My mother is clueless."

   "Snake" took a sip of his coffee but nobody talked until the waitress
was back with their order.  It took her three trips and they passed salt
and pepper and jams and jellies all around the table.  They ate mostly in
silence, occasionally talking football.

   "Snake" was signaling for more coffee.  "Jake, you free for a couple of
days, maybe a week or two ?  I'm not sure on the timing 'cause there are
some things beyond our control in this operation." He looked over at the
kid.

   He was swallowing some coke.  "You bet, Mister Edwards...No shit, take
me just three minutes to grab a bag.  In and out, if it's okay ?  I got it
packed already.  All I have to do is shove my laptop into the bag and I'm
coming down the stairs."

   "Snake" looked over at Daniel, eyebrows raised.  Casey even looked
impressed.  "Why do you need the laptop ?"

   "I can run my distribution with it and all my code and...Well, I got a
lot of shit on it that I like.  It travels well and can connect on just
about any cell phone to my secure virtual private network."

   "Snake" looked over at Casey.  He was staring at the kid across the
table.  "Let's finish up here, gentlemen.  We've got a flight to catch. 
Daniel, you got some shit out at the `hacienda,' don't you ?" "Snake" asked
as he slid out of the booth.

   Casey was out of the booth and settling the check.  Daniel was nodding
his head up and down as everyone headed for the restrooms.

   Chapter Twenty-Six

   Anderson had a terrible headache.  He was bent over the sink, brushing
his teeth.  Nancy left about ten.  She had to be at work or something. 
Mindy hadn't moved in quite a while.  It was just before eleven, he
thought. The shower was running, the bathroom filling with steam.  Anderson
stepped into the stall.  It felt good.  He'd taken a good slug of vodka
over ice before heading for the bathroom.

   The door opened.  Mindy pulled the shower curtain aside.  She was naked.
"Got room or do you now do just blondes ?" He pulled her into the stall.

   "No, Agent Weathers.  I still like your big titties." He had a hand on
each of her breasts.  Her nipples were erecting, her areolae getting all
crinkly.  The hickies stood out on the white meat of her breasts.  She
reached for his cock and was soon soaping it up.

   "Gotta get all that girl's cunt juice off my guy's cock.  You have a
good time, baby ?"

   "Nah...I think we should have stayed in and studied the case file on
this operation...Then maybe we could watch a movie on HBO." His tongue
ended up in her mouth.  She was jerking on a hardening dick.  Moments later
she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, sliding her lips back
and forth on his shaft until is was slick with saliva.  Anderson leaned
back against the shower stall and let her suck his cock.  It was painful
getting a hardon.

   She was just jerking him off with her hand.  "Dick a little sore ?" She
laughed.  "Well, Agent Davies, are you glad you're the boss' bitch ?"

   Anderson slid down the wall and pulled her face to his.  His tongue was
all over her face and in her mouth.  His hands in her pussy, pulling her
cunt lips apart and rubbing her clitoris with his thumb.  She still had her
hand around his fat cock, stroking him.  The water was still coming down.
The two of them played for twenty minutes or so before toweling off and
getting dressed.  Newport Beach was but five hours away.

  
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   They were hardly out of the parking lot before "Snake" asserted control.
Casey was driving with "Bonerboy" riding shotgun; Jake was in the back with
"Snake."

   "Daniel, you know where Jake lives ?"

   "Yea." Came from the front seat.

   "Okay, direct Casey.  I want to ask Jake a few questions.  Understand,
Daniel ?"

   "Yes, sir." Again from shotgun.  Daniel started directing Casey. 
"Snake" turned to Jake.

   "Okay.  Exactly what did Daniel ask you to do ?"

   "Daniel wanted a vacant house to sting some people.  I knew of an empty
house across the street from one of my distributors.  He wanted it watched.
He said other people might be watching.  He asked if I could get some kids
to drop by the house at certain times on a certain evening if he provided
the garage door opener to get in.  That's about it.  Obviously, I was to
report only to him." Jake was finished and sucked on the straw in his
drink.

   "Snake" noticed how calm the kid was.  No fidgeting, no looking around,
relaxed.  "Okay.  So what did you do ?"

   "I arranged to have the place watched and for some friends to drop by."

   "Tell me exactly how it went down."

   "One of my best distributors lives across the street from the place.  I
told her that I wanted her watching from nine-thirty until we meet at
five-thirty the following morning.  I got her a pair of night vision
goggles.  She's very dependable." He took another suck on the straw.

   "I got two car loads of friends to use the garage door opener that
Daniel provided, once each that night around ten o'clock.  They were in and
out without hassle.  I met them across town at a Taco Bell and they
debriefed me face to face.  They both reported probable surveillance, a
camper, a couple houses down from the target."

   "My watcher arrived in the park at five-forty and gave me a verbal and
written report." He held out the folded paper.  "Snake" took folded paper
and held up his hand.  Jake went back to sucking on his straw while "Snake"
read Tilly's report.  It was more like a log.

   A minute later "Snake" said, "Okay, go ahead, Jake."

   "I called Daniel and gave him a report on the operation at six-twenty
from the Starbucks across the street from where we ate.  I used the ruse
that we were moving something.  Daniel must have got the big picture
because I'm here with you.  If you'd like to talk with the girl, I can
arrange it."

   "She look good naked ?" "Snake" laughed, so did Casey and Daniel.

   "You bet she does, Mister Edwards."

   "Call me `Snake,' Jake."

   They were in a residential neighborhood.  "Snake" sat back and looked up
at the ceiling.  The car stopped.  Jake got out of the car and casually
walked up his driveway and through the side gate.

   Less than three minutes later, he wandered out the front door and down
to the Camry.  Daniel was telling Casey to pay up.  As soon as Jake slid
into the back seat and closed the door, the Camry slid away from the curb
and made a "U" turn.

  
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   Kent Gilbert was busy packing a suitcase.  His wife was out in the
kitchen brewing a pot of coffee.  "Snake" had called and talked to Colleen
and then she ordered him to get his shit together because he might be away
for a while.  Fuck !  He remembered yelling at her, totally losing it. 
"What about the store !?" He was really thinking of the two interviews that
he had set up for today.  Two young things who heard through the grape vine
that Mister Gilbert could get them some lucrative gigs partying with
generous gentlemen.  It was good for at least two blow jobs.

   Her look sent him to get his suitcase.  That and, "Carlos will be
calling for you shortly." Now, he really did start to think about the
store. It had ceased being a store in that sense long ago and was now just
a clearing house for large consignments of appliances.  And then there was
the "interviewing" that Kent was doing in his office.  Girls that went on
to work for Carlos and service the hotels.  Kent prided himself on how many
willing girls he was able to "interview."

   His cell phone started ringing.  Before eight o'clock.  He opened it and
found Carlos' number staring at him, "Kent, here."

   "Have your wife ready to leave at eight-forty.  Got that ?  I'll be in a
yellow cab, so be watching.  Questions ?"

   "The store ?"

   "Forget the store.  See you then.  Don't make me wait." Carlos had never
been this abrupt with him.  But then they only played together.  Kent
hardly faced the same work environment as did Carlos.

   Colleen was standing in the doorway.  "Carlos ?" He nodded, still
packing his bag.

   "Well, when is he picking us up ?"

   "Eight-forty." Her husband hadn't looked up from his packing.  He was
scared to death.  Colleen decided she couldn't get a shower before pick-up
time.  She went to her closet and dragged out her "Go" bag.  Her husband
was supposed to have one, too.  She changed underwear and stepped into a
well worn pair of jeans.  She slipped on a long sleeve, heavy shirt and
started buttoning it up.  With a sturdy pair of running shoes slipped on
her feet she grabbed a heavy weight jacket.

   "You better bring more than swimming trunks, Kent.  Who knows where
we'll end up ?" He was wearing a light weight pair of slacks with a
Hawaiian shirt.  He immediately started taking it off when he saw how his
wife was dressed.

   "Don't be late." She called as she left the room with her bag.  The
coffee was brewed when she entered the kitchen.  Ten minutes to spare.  She
poured a cup and then rummaged around for a thermos.  She filled it and
grabbed a hand full of styrofoam cups from under the bar.....

   .....Carlos hadn't stopped the cab before Kent came out of the front
door with their bags.  He made right for the trunk and stowed the baggage
while Colleen closed and locked the front door.  The cab pulled away less
than a minute after it stopped.

   "What's up, Carlos ?" It was Colleen.

   "`Snake' will brief you out at the `hacienda.' Whatever I said would be
speculation.  Sorry, doll, you'll have to wait.  Sorry about the store,
buddy.  You should have packed away enough for a while.  Come on, Kent,
you're going to miss the pussy more than the store."

   "We gonna pick up anyone else ?" It was Colleen.

   "Yea, your daughter.  Then direct to the Casino.  Call Casey and he'll
pick the three of you up in the boat.  Like I said, that's all I know."
They drove for miles in silence until Kent asked if they could stop for
breakfast.  His wife and Carlos just stared at him, neither answered.  It
was another thirty minutes before they headed for the Casino.  Gina had
been staying at a girl friend's condo.  Apparently Gina was thinking of
buying one.  What that had to do with her spending the night was never
answered.  Carlos went up to get her as her cell phone was turned off.  She
was pretty wiped out when he brought her down stairs and she slept until
they got to the Casino.

   Chapter Twenty-Seven

   The Camry was pulling into the parking lot when the rotors started to
turn.  The chopper was idling by the time three of them bent low to get
aboard.  Casey was the last and ran across the tarmac from the parking
area. Carlos would arrange for the car's removal tonight.

   Casey jumped onboard.  Daniel slid the door closed and locked it. 
"Snake" was monitoring the rear compartment, saw everyone was on board and
gave Rusty a thumbs up.  The chopper immediately lifted off the ground and
Rusty started talking to ground control.  They left the parking area and
were taxing north.  Clearance came and they climbed into the sky, turning
to the east.

   Casey was just now sitting and getting his belt fastened.  Daniel was
scrambling around on his hands and knees, trying to get to his seat.  The
only one who was strapped in was Jake.  That had been Daniel's
responsibility.  They were leaving the airport environment and flying just
north of Green Valley, out toward the 'Vegas Wash.

   Rusty could tell from the sense of urgency that this was no drill.  He'd
bet dollars to donuts that he would take the chopper back to Bryce Canyon
for an extended period of time and figured he wouldn't see the valley for a
while.  He cancelled his clearance and took the chopper down to about fifty
feet above the ground which quickly gave way to water as Rusty flew out
over the lake at Lake Las Vegas.

   They were approaching the "hacienda" from the north, skimming just above
the lake's surface.  Not a word had been said during the flight.  Rusty
asked when they were about a mile out.  "Should I be prepared to fly again
today, `Snake' ?"

   "No.  Sorry, Rusty.  No.  Tomorrow morning, real early.  I want you in
the hanger at Bryce before sunrise.  Any problems ?"

   "None, boss.  Prepare for landing, guys, seatbelts fastened." He turned
and looked into the rear.  When he turned forward the helicopter slowed for
the landing dock at the "Hacienda."

   Daniel stayed behind with Rusty to tie up the chopper.  Jake was
following "Snake" and Casey as they strolled up the lawn toward the pool.
"Snake" turned his head and addressed Jake, "Casey and I have some shit to
do.  Feel free to take any room you want that doesn't have shit hanging in
the closet.  Make yourself at home.  Watch TV, eat, drink.  We'll only be a
few minutes.  Rusty and Daniel will be finished any minute.  You okay ?"
Jake looked back at the helicopter and found a camouflage net being pulled
over the blades.

   "Sure, `Snake,' I'm cool.  Just hanging out.  Okay if I set up my
computer ?"

   "Sure, Jake." Casey was already disappearing upstairs.  "Snake"
followed. Jake decided to wait for the others before picking a room.

  
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   Mindy Weathers was driving when they finally exited the fifty-five in
Coasta Mesa.  She turned left on to Pacific Coast Highway and found the
hotel with no problems.  They were checked into their room by seven-thirty.
Mindy debated whether to call the surveillance team but decided not to. 
They'd show up, unannounced, tomorrow.

   Anderson lugged their luggage to the room and immediately crashed on the
far double bed.  Mindy set up her computer and plugged into the room's high
speed access.  She had a mail box full of messages and sat down to work on
some of those issues.  By the time she finished Anderson was sound asleep
and snoring.  Mindy slipped off her clothes and climbed into the other bed.

   The information she garnered from her messages was very good, very good
indeed.  Some researcher had discovered that Lieutenant Eddie "Snake"
Edwards and Lieutenant Mike Minter had crossed paths several times during
the mid to late eighties in the Far East...The Philippines and Korea.  Now
all they had to do was find this Mike Minter and his boat.  Mindy was
convinced that when they found the boat it would be full of marijuana. 
Maybe they should follow it back to Las Vegas ?  She'd have to pass that
through Anderson.

   Mindy wished that Anderson was awake.  She was horny.  It had been a
while since she'd shared a man with another woman.  It was very good. 
Sometimes the guys get all hot for it and then get bent out of shape when
the other lady gets her off in a bigger way.  Anderson didn't seem to care.
In fact she felt he really liked to watch her get off.  She wondered if
he'd share her with another guy.

   By now both her hands were in between her legs, rubbing her vagina lips
together.  Her clit was sore as the blonde, last night, had worked on it
almost exclusively.  Her crotch was starting to get wet and juicy.  She
worked a finger down between the lips of her cunt and started moving it up
and down her slit.  Her hips were starting to hump the finger that was
working on her cunt lips.  When she slipped a finger into her cunt she went
off, bouncing her butt off the mattress as the pleasure flowed through her.
In minutes she was asleep like a baby.

  
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   Casey Swartz came down the stairs and headed for the sliding glass doors
at the far end of the "play" room.  Jake had set his computer up on the bar
and plugged into where the blender used to be plugged in.  Casey came over
and looked over Jake's shoulder.  All he saw was lines and lines of
computer code.

   "What's the code for ?" Casey asked.

   "Oh !  Just little programs I write to customize some of the programs
you have to use for the virtual network.  Well, you don't have to use them
but they make it just about impossible for people to figure out what you're
doing.  Totally secure, man." Jake looked over his shoulder at Casey.

   "Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, Jake.  I'm Casey Swartz.  We
may have met long ago but I was probably pretty fucked up at the time. 
Anyway, I will need to talk with you while you're out here.  Save me some
time.  I want to run some things by you.  Okay ?"

   "Sure, Mister Swartz."

   Just then Rusty and Daniel came through the sliding glass doors and
headed for the bar.  Casey headed for the doors, calling out over his
shoulder, "Call me Casey, Jake.  Welcome to the team.  See you tools
later." He was gone.

   Jake asked the others, "Hey !  Does anyone have any idea what the fuck
is going on besides the feds busting some bullshit party ?"

   Rusty blurted out, "Not me, Jack.  I'm just the pilot around here."

   "Yea, I got a clue, Jake." Daniel said while pulling out a beer from the
refrigerator behind the bar.  "Anyone want one ?" Rusty held out his hand
while climbing on the barstool next to Jake.

   "They got any coke in there ?" Came from Jake.

   Daniel pushed a coke down the bar and started.  "We've got to move two
tons of weed off `Yachtsman's' boat in one trip.  Off the boat and into a
van or truck.  Then up to 'Vegas.  I've been kicking around some ideas. 
`Snake' obviously wants you on the team.  He was impressed, Jake.  Shit ! I
was impressed."

   "Snake" came down the stairs and all conversation stopped.  He got
himself a beer and leaned back against the refrigerator.  Just then the
sound of an engine roared to life and everyone looked out at the lake. 
Casey was tearing away from the dock in full power, throwing a rooster tail
behind him.

   "Casey is going to pick up Colleen Gilbert, her old man and daughter. 
You still fucking Gina, Jake ?"

   Jake was packing a pipe and looked up for just a second before going
back to his packing.  "No, don't see much of her next door anymore.  But
there's plenty of fish in the sea, `Snake.'"

   Daniel burst out laughing.  "Snake" was smiling and so was Rusty.  He
was excited to hear Colleen would be out here with them.  Rusty was pretty
sure he was on the team.  Fuck !  Two tons of weed !!

  
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From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Yachtsman"
CC: "Snake"
Glad you and Jill made it, Mike.  Jake Morrison and I plus some friends
are planning to relieve you of some cargo.  I just briefed the plan to
"Snake" and he approved.  We'd like you to meet us off shore at Big Carona.
You know those boats that are always moored off the main beach.  We'll have
some gear with us and will need some time to pack up the merchandise. 

Maybe a trip to Catalina ?
From: "Yachtsman"
To: "Bonerboy"
CC: "Snake"
Quarters pretty tight here.  Just about out of food.  When do you want

us there ?
From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Yachtsman"
CC: "Snake"
How about next Tuesday, say zero two hundred.  Just two of us and the

equipment.  We'll bring food.
From: "Yachtsman"
To: "Bonerboy"
CC: "Snake"

   Jill and I are looking forward to having you aboard.  See you then.

  
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   Mindy Weathers was reaming out the agent in charge of the stake out. 
Anderson was commiserating with his partner about what a hard ass Agent
Weathers was.  The agents were in a mobile home over three quarters of a
mile from the boat slip and didn't have constant contact with the target.
The agent in charge was trying to explain that they checked the slip every
half hour from five a.m.  to eleven p.m.

   The ass chewing lasted for a little over twenty minutes.  To Anderson it
seemed like an eternity.  He was anxious to actually get to see an
objective met.  This surveillance now became paramount.  He walked out of
the mobile home and looked over toward the yacht moorings.  There were
hundreds, if not thousands.  Agent Weathers met him about five minutes
later.

   "Those assholes have been slacking off, every half hour my ass.  Come
on, let's go see if we can find this slip, Anderson." They started off
across the trailer park.  "You got the electric surveillance set up, right
Anderson ?" He just nodded.  It took them over a half hour to reach the
marina, where the slip was located, due to automobile traffic.

   They followed a side road to get to the marina and found several
observation points from which to view the target.  There it was, empty,
yawning at them.

   Chapter Twenty-Eight

   The wind was calm.  The water out by the moored ships was smooth and no
moon, which was most important !  Jake Morrison and Daniel Haefner, with
faces, shoulders and arms blacked out, were holding on to what one of
Daniel's old surfin' buddies called a "sled." This sled had eighty military
B-4 bags loaded aboard with a separate package filled with several cases of
bottled water and lots of packaged food.  They'd been in the water for a
little over three hours.

   Another surfin' buddy of Daniels sailed them out a mile off shore the
main beach at Big Corona.  Using swim fins and hand paddles, they had moved
the sled over a mile and were tired as shit.  The beach appeared vacant. 
Daniel lifted his hand and checked his watch...One fifty-seven.  Jake was
peeking around the hull of the boat, they were using for cover.  He was
wearing a pair of swim goggles, searching for the "Viper." Jake's eyes were
sensitive to salt water.

   The "Viper" was heading right toward the group of boats.  "Yachtsman"
had them painted with radar.  He was about a mile away from them and
steering at about five knots.  Jill was lying prone on the cabin with a
pair of night vision binoculars, scanning the boats.  A moment ago she
thought she saw something.

   Minutes later.  "Half a mile out," came over her headset.

   "No visual." Jill reported back.  "Yachtsman" was essentially blind,
using the radar exclusively.

   "Yachtsman" was just about to call out a quarter mile when he heard Jill
through the headset.  "Visual, Mike.  I've got a visual.  They're behind
the ship at twelve o'clock.  Parallel parking and we've got it made."

   Jake didn't see the "Viper" until it started to come about and almost
simultaneously he could hear the electric motors whirring.  He swam down to
where Daniel was holding on to the sled and grabbed his arm.  He pointed
out to sea beyond the boat, they were hiding behind.  Daniel immediately
slipped the harness over his shoulders and started to swim.  The sled was
moving and Jake was swimming to catch up with Daniel.

   "The "Viper" was just moving with the tide and almost perfectly aligned
behind this other yacht, about twenty feet away.  "Yachtsman" was throwing
a rope ladder over the side.  The sled was around the other boat and moving
toward the "Viper's" aft.  Jake came out of his harness and swam like hell
for the rope ladder.  "Yachtsman" had his arm out and helped him aboard.

   Daniel was attaching his harness to the rope ladder.  He clambered on
board the sled and started tossing the bags of B-4 bags to Jake, who was
lining them up on the decking around the cabin.  Jill was standing and
sweeping the area with her night vision binoculars.  Three minutes later,
Daniel was attaching the sled to the mooring of the boat, they were using
for cover.  Five minutes after she arrived the "Viper" was moving out to
sea.  Jake was busy distributing the eight B-4 bags evenly around the
cabin, even using the roof of the cabin.

   Jill led their visitors down into the cabin with the cases of bottled
water and food.  The cabin door closed and "Yachtsman" kept the "Viper"
moving out to sea with the power at combat setting.  He could hear Jill
downstairs talking to Daniel and Jake through his headset.

   Jill threw her arms around Daniel's bare shoulders and kissed his neck
and shoulders, the grease paint coming off on her checks and mouth.  He
smelled like the sea.  "Great to see you, Daniel." She broke away and
hugged Jake just as emotionally.  "What a surprise, Jake.  Welcome aboard."
Jake was still wearing his goggles.

  
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   Tilly Matterhorn sat shotgun in the truck cabin.  The back of the dark
colored, liquor distributor truck was filled with eight high school
athletes and two more of Jake's distributors.  They'd been sworn to silence
and probably would keep their mouths shut as they were all promised a pound
of weed.  That translated into a lot of bucks for an evening of manual
labor.  The truck was traveling just under the speed limit.  They were
three hours away from their target.

   Tilly was using a flashlight to study the map she was given.  The driver
was an older man, a professional driver.  Cash for a piece of cake delivery
to 'Vegas.  And the chick, he was traveling with, was hot.  The night
highway was flashing by.

  
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   Mindy Weathers was opening the thermos for the fourth or fifth time. 
She filled her cup.  The thermos was empty.  Anderson had the field glasses
to his eyes.  The slip was still empty and nobody had ever shown any
interest in the mooring.

   "This is getting to be a pain in the ass." Mindy stated.  They'd been at
it for a couple of days.

   "Hey !  This is what we deserve after the whoring around we did in
'Vegas.  But you're right, this sucks." Mindy laughed a bit and then took a
slug of coffee.

  
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   Less than two miles away, Tilly Matterhorn was out on the dock, scanning
the area with her night-vision goggles on.  It was past one fifty-five. 
The dock was out behind a house on one of those small islands in Balboa
Bay, very exclusive.  One bridge on and off with an armed guard gate. 
"Snake" had provided the address and access.  A moneyed interest's Summer
home, far away from the desert heat.  The truck was parked in front of the
home, the young men still sitting in the rear.  Tilly had deployed two of
her friends to keep an eye on the street.

   Meanwhile, the "Viper" was moving at about three knots.  Jill was now
lying on several full B-4 bags with her binoculars, scanning the shoreline.
The rest of the eighty bags, all filled with fifty pounds of weed were
lined up along the decking.  Space was tight topside.

   "Tallyho, Mike.  Come right ten degrees." The "Viper" came right. 
"Yachtsman" stood and sighted the dock and the girl, staring back at them
through her goggles.

   One flash of a light came from the dock, interrupting the night.  Jill
rose to her knees and returned four flashes with her flashlight.  Three
flashes came back from shore.  "Identification is confirmed." "Yachtsman"
steered toward the dock.  The girl was running back toward the house, set
back from the shore.  "Yachtsman" had the angle right and started to
reverse the electric motors.  The speed of "Viper" was slowing
dramatically. Daniel and Jake were on the bow and ready to jump onto the
dock.

   In the distance you could vaguely see eight young men moving in single
file, trotting across the grass toward the dock.  All of them were dressed
totally in black.  Daniel and Jake jumped off the yacht and rushed to tie
the boat to the dock.  The young men, dressed in black, each picked up two
B-4 bags off the yacht and headed back for the truck that was parked on the
street.

   Tilly was now sitting shotgun in a van parked halfway down the street
from where the loading was going on.  The street was quiet.  She could see
the guys in black filing into the truck and coming back out again.  She
scanned the neighborhood.  It was dark and there was nobody in sight.

   "Yachtsman" was down in the hold, vacuuming and making sure there were
no stray weed or seeds floating around.  Sea water had already replaced the
weed that was weighing down the keel.  The downloading of the weed was
progressing at a good clip.  The men in black had made three trips.  Twenty
minutes later they were finished and the dark colored, liquor distributor
truck pulled away from the house and turned the corner.

   The men in black were already filing into the dark colored van at the
end of the block.  It pulled away from the curb and followed the dark
colored truck.

   The "Viper" was well under way and heading for the harbor master.  Jill
was piloting the vessel and they were making about four knots under sail.
Mike was covering the electric motors and preparing to be inspected.  He
had their passports and the port call papers from Canada laid out on the
table in the main cabin.

   An hour later they bid farewell to the harbor master, who once, not so
long ago, received a comped weekend at one of the 'Vegas casinos - first
class treatment, too !  His old lady loved it.

   Mike sat next to Jill.  It was still quite warm down here, much
different from most of their voyage.

   "Harold acted normal.  You think we're clean, Mike ?"

   "No.  We're still hot, dear.  Regardless of how our good friend, Harold,
the harbor master, acted.  I'm sure they wouldn't let him in on anything.
But we're logged in and we've cleared customs.  We're legal.  They will
have to prove that we did anything different from what our log shows.  And
I keep an excellent log.  So does my first mate." He kissed her on the
lips, their tongues dueling for a few moments.

   Mike pulled away.  "But we'll act like we're being watched at all times.
I want to spend a couple of days getting the boat ship shape before we head
to 'Vegas.  That'll also give `Snake' a couple of days to set up our escape
and then we'll slip away one night.  That means setting up a lookout as
soon as we dock."

   "You think they'll hit us as soon as we get docked ?" It was coming up
on zero five hundred hours.  Sunrise was a long way off this time of year.

   "Probably not.  Some nobody will have this watch.  The decision makers
will be sleeping until a descent hour.  I'm hitting the rack and so are
you." He laughed.  Jill laughed with him.

   Chapter Twenty-nine

   "Snake" was pacing up and down the room.  Casey was sitting at his desk
staring up at the ceiling.  A computer monitor, that was totally black
except for the flashing cursor, sat on the cluttered desk.  The last
message arrived over three hours ago.  The team was in position.  It was
now just past three.  Colleen was sitting on the couch, across the room,
smoking a joint.  There were dinner dishes and drink glasses littered all
over Casey's office.

   "I still don't understand this.  How come this is better than the
satellite ?  I thought that was undecipherable or whatever.  I thought you
couldn't break it." Colleen's expertise just didn't go back that far. 
Nobody used virtual private networks anymore but it still works.

   Casey looked up from the monitor.  "It's not the network itself but the
way it's set up.  This kid, Jake, was a genius using frequency hopping
theory to allow two computers to talk and while it might be possible to
break in and monitor...Well, the resources it would take would be enormous,
especially if you've got a hundred or so tied into the network." Casey took
a drink of Coke.

   "I hired a couple of hackers, I know, to try to get something a couple
of nights ago between this computer and Jake's laptop.  They didn't get
shit and I told them when we were communicating.  It was amazing.  They
didn't even know we were tied together.  Thought we were just surfing the
net." The screen came alive.  Casey called down to the end of the room,
"`Snake' something is coming through."
From: Tilly
To: Casey
Cargo on the five-five at 0310.  Team in trail.  ETA 0800.  No noted

problems.

   "Snake" visibly relaxed.  Colleen was leaning over Casey's other
shoulder.  Casey reached for a loaded pipe and used a lighter to get the
bowl going.  He took a great big rip and handed the pipe to Colleen.  While
Colleen was hitting on the pipe another message started appearing on the
computer screen.
From: Jake
To: Casey

   "Bonerboy" and I on the five-five at 0320.  Coast appears clear.

   "Now we just got to worry about the weed, two hundred and fifty miles is
a long way.  That fucking `Yachtsman' can take care of himself.  Where's
that fucking Carlos ?"

   "You sent him into town, `Snake.' He'll call when he gets to the
casino." Colleen was standing at the glass and watching the dark lake.  She
could see Casey's high school squeeze down in the "play" room.  She was
drinking with a couple of other girls who Carlos brought out the first
night.  Colleen's daughter was down there smoking weed with her husband. 
She was sure her husband had fucked all the young women already, probably
her daughter, too.

   "Snake" was dialing his cell phone.  It rang once before Carlos
answered.

   "Just getting to the casino."

   "I'm on my way." The connection ended.  "Snake" headed for the door. 
"I'm going to pickup Carlos." The wall opened and "Snake" disappeared into
the hallway.

  
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   Agent Jimmy Martinez came alert to some sound, a car driving by ?  He
looked through the glasses.  Fuck !  The boat was there.  The name "Viper"
Balboa Bay, California filled the lenses of his night vision binoculars. 
He widened the view.  A man was up on the dock right next to the boat
opening what looked like a metal box of some kind attached to the utility
pole at the end of the slip.

   He was now pulling some hosing out of the box and attaching it to the
boat.  Shit !  He better call.  The man was now connecting an electric cord
to the boat and heading for the back of the boat.  The phone was ringing.

   "Weathers"

   "It's docked or whatever.  One man observed.  Looks like our guy.  He's
down inside the boat now."

   "You call me as soon as you see any activity...Any, you understand."

   "Yes, mam." The connection was closed.

   Agent Weathers sat up in bed.  Anderson had already left for the
bathroom.  She was naked when she walked across the room but Anderson
hardly looked at her when he got out of the bathroom.  He was dressed
before she entered the bathroom.  He got to his cell phone when Mindy
entered the bathroom.

   "Okay !  It's docked.  We're going down right away.  I want a customs'
team down here by eight o'clock to get briefed.  Two of our guys are going
with them." Anderson listened for a few moments.

   "No, I want it to appear like a normal inspection.  They've been out of
the country for fifty some days, they used a port in Canada.  I want the
boat searched.  Use a warrant only if you have to." Anderson listened for
just a second before cutting in.

   "Of course they'll be armed.  This guy is a drug runner.  He'll probably
be loaded for bear." The other agent talked for a few minutes and then
Anderson closed his phone.  Agent Weathers was dressed and ready to go. 
They both checked their fire arms and then left the hotel room.

   It was exactly twelve minutes from the time the first call was made
until Agents Weathers and Davies drove by the surveillance car and parked
in an alternate observation spot.  Anderson was driving and Mindy had the
glasses to her eyes.

   "Looks locked up tight.  You think, maybe they split ?"

   "If there's dope on board, they won't be leaving.  Relax, Mindy.  I
think our superior intel is about to leap frog us one step ahead of these
guys.  And then it will be lights out for these shit heads." It was five
forty-seven.

  
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   They were both awake, cuddling and touching.  Mike had a morning boner
and Jill was doing her best to get it between her legs.  The clock above
the cabin door read zero nine hundred hours.  His cock was entering her
from behind.  She pushed her butt back against him, forcing his cock deeper
into her.  He was moving now and she was very wet.  It didn't take long. 
The events of the past evenings were fresh in their minds.  The tense
excitement took a toll and Mike came in one or two weak spurts of semen.

   The "Yachtsman" appeared topside at exactly nine twenty as so noted on
the DEA's log sheet.  He was seen to be eating breakfast and surfing the
web with a laptop computer.  He was wearing a baseball cap with a "T" shirt
and, it appeared, swim trunks.  He was bare footed.

   Jill was inside the cabin observing the shoreline through a powerful set
of spy glasses attached to a tripod set on the galley table about eight
feet back from the window.  She quickly noted the man in the silver Camry
putting his cell phone to his ear.  She scanned further to the south. 
Another vehicle with two guys in it, one with binoculars to his face.  No,
it was a woman.  The other was on his phone.

   She could find no sound dishes with which to catch their conversation.
She unscrewed the glasses from the tripod and stored them away; then
crawled forward, remaining down below but right by the stairs to the upper
deck.

   "Two cars, three agents.  Two communicating and one with a good set of
glasses.  No dishes visible other than the usual TV shit."

   Mike Minter felt the chill run down his spine.  Fuck !!  Two fucking
surveillance cars !  Just like that fucking time in Columbia when the guys
came out of the jungle with all the heavy artillery.  He was scared.  This
was no small deal drug bust.  But then two tons wouldn't be, would it !? 
He knew there would be more agents on the way now that he was topside.  He
pulled a well rolled joint from his "T" shirt pocket and lit up like any
smoker would.  Jill started laughing.

   "Aren't you pushing the limit here a bit, old man ?"

   Mike looked down into the cabin and smiled at her.  Hiding his face
behind the computer screen he whispered, "Fuck'em, if they can't take a
joke." Jill laughed again then headed forward to get dressed.

   At exactly ten o'clock four men, dressed in suits and ties, entered the
marina and talked with the day manager.  He pointed out Mister Minter's
slip and watched the four men move down the dock.  Jill was keeping watch
from the captain's cabin.  She rushed aft as soon as they appeared walking
down the dock toward the yacht.

   "Four." She whispered and then withdrew back into the far reaches of the
galley.

   Just moments later they appeared at the rear of the yacht.  Mike had his
back to them.

   "Are you the captain of this vessel ?"

   Mike stood and turned to face the men.  Immediately he noticed that they
were all carrying and it appeared to be heavy shit...Automatics, lots of
rounds.

   "Yes, I'm the captain and owner.  Name's Mike Minter."

   "Normal customs inspection, Mister Minter."

   "I thought we went through that this morning with the harbor master ?"

   The agent, who'd been talking, looked unsure then turned to one of the
agents behind him so Mike went on the offensive.

   "Well, never mind, welcome aboard, gentlemen." The agents started to
move on to the boat.  Just as the last one jumped aboard, Jill came topside
wearing the most skimpy bikini imaginable.  That and her almost buzz
haircut caused all activity to stop.  She was carrying a pot of coffee in
one hand and a coffee cup in the other.

   "Should I get some more cups, Mike ?"

   Time froze for a moment or so and only two agents were giving their full
attention to Mike.  The other two were gawking at Jill's almost naked body.

   One of the agents took charge, "Just stay where you are, lady !"

   Jill raised the coffee pot and her cup to shoulder height.  "I'm not
armed, sir." She spun around with her arms up.  "And I'd be a fool to do
anything with four heavily armed federal agents standing less than three
feet away.  I'm not a stupid lady.  Can I put my hands down now ?"

   They were a step behind; weren't prepared for a woman.  "Yachtsman"
piled on more bullshit.  "My first mate is a little tight.  She stands for
her captain's test next month.  This sail, we just finished, was her warm
up.  You want to search the boat, feel free.  My captain's log and our
passports and customs forms are on the galley table.  I was just too tired
to put them away this morning.  We been out for fifty-three days.  But then
I'm sure the harbor master told you all that."

   The agents lost the initiative.  The DEA agent, the customs' agent
differed to, moved toward the cabin door and disappeared below.  The agent,
who directed Jill to stay put, followed him.  The other two looked clueless
and just gawked about.  Mike tried to strike up a conversation but neither
agent was very talkative.  It took them fifteen minutes below before they
tired of finding nowhere to store any appreciable amount of marijuana. 
They left about thirty minutes after they arrived.  The look on their faces
could not disguise their disappointment.

   Jill went below and set up the observation post again.  Mike remained
topside and finished his coffee.  Well, they pretty much tipped their hand
with that.  Normal customs inspection my ass.  The two, who went below,
were DEA agents; the ones who stayed topside were customs, supervisors, who
wanted to get in on a juicy bust for career advancement.  That customs'
kid, who inspected them early this morning, spent twenty minutes below, a
thorough kid !

   Chapter Thirty
From: "Yachtsman"
To: "Snake"
Just boarded by four heavily armed federal agents.  They searched for
fifteen minutes.  They claimed that this was a normal customs inspection
but if so what was the twenty minute one we got at 0415 ?  Like to see the

lights of 'Vegas ASAP.  It's time to be a retired veteran.

   Casey called to "Snake." "Yo !  Dude, look at this shit from
`Yachtsman.'" The weed had arrived and was stored downstairs in the
underground vault.  Jake's friends, who never knew exactly where they were
since the van they were traveling in had no windows, were on their way back
to 'Vegas, each with a black plastic bag filled with exactly a pound of
very high grade marijuana.

   "Fuckin' `A' !  That `Yachtsman' is always just a step ahead of the law.
I'm always having to bail that fucker out." "Snake" laughed.  He was drunk.
He'd been drinking since the weed arrived.  Carlos came over and read
"Yachtsman's" message.

   "No sweat.  I got it covered." He opened his cell phone and was talking
while heading for the other end of the room.  Colleen Gilbert was asleep on
the couch.  "Snake" had thought about fucking her several times.  The
"play" room was empty.  "Bonerboy" and Jake Morrison were on their way to
their homes.  They called about an hour ago, saying they would be out to
the casino at ten tonight.  "Snake" poured another drink.  He should get
some sleep.

  
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   Mindy Weathers was beyond pissed off.  "Nothing !  Not a fucking thing
was found yet I'm positive there was dope on that boat...Positive.  Fuck !
Fuck !  Fuck !" The other agents had moved to the other end of the trailer.
Anderson was on the phone.

   The customs' guy was trying to explain to Agent Weathers.  "Our agent
saw them early this morning at three, four something.  The harbor master
knows this guy.  They're on a first name basis.  This Minter guy is going
to know that what happened this morning was not normal."

   "Do I have to say `fuck' some more.  Why didn't we know that at the
briefing ?" No one offered an explanation.  Agent Weathers' phone rang. 
The men in the trailer visibly relaxed.  The bitch would be on the phone
chewing someone else's ass.

   "Weathers."

   "Agent Martinez, mame, the woman just left the boat and is walking up
the dock, toward the marina."

   "How's she dressed ?"

   Mindy was waving her arm around.  Anderson was getting up off the bed.
"Shorts and a `T' shirt, sandals."

   "Where's the man ?"

   "Sitting on the boat."

   "We're on our way." Mindy started moving toward the door, "Come on,
assholes, get a move on."

  
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   Jill paid no attention to the lone agent watching from across the
street. It was one of the agents who spent more time looking at her nudity
than paying attention to what the fuck was going down.  Her cab was
approaching.  She looked back at the yacht.  "Yachtsman" was gone; now down
stairs, manning the surveillance post.

   She got into the cab and it headed out of the parking lot.  The agent
still had his phone to his ear as the cab passed.  She then noticed the two
agents, the man and woman from the second stakeout, driving by on their way
toward the boat.  Ten minutes later she entered the grocery store.  She
paid the cabbie to hang around.  The single agent drove into the parking
lot five minutes later.  The authorities were leaning on a lot of actors to
get this done.  The cab company was happy to cooperate.

   "Yachtsman" came back topside dressed only in trunks and dove overboard.
He started a quick sprint toward Balboa Island.  He tired less than a
quarter way to the island and settled into a steady crawl.

   Mindy had him in the field glasses.  Where the fuck was he going ?  She
needed more people.  Her support was running thin at headquarters.  But
this was their only lead and she just had to follow it.  She needed to get
someone over on the island.  Was the bridge the only way on and off ?  God,
they were so unprepared.  She thought they had them, red handed.  She still
couldn't believe the boat was clean.

   She opened her phone and started calling headquarters.  Anderson was
sleeping.  This was killing their sex life.  Headquarters answered and
Mindy started talking.

  
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   "Yachtsman" was turning the steaks.  They smelled great.  He was cooking
on the dock with a small hibachi that he kept on the yacht.  Jill was
cooking some fresh spinach and broccoli down below.  She'd brought back
eighteen grocery bags from the store.  They made a big deal out of storing
the shit away.  "Yachtsman" knew they were being watched from the shore
line twenty-four hours a day but didn't think there was anyone watching
them from the island, yet.  He hoped he was a step ahead and didn't want to
give them time to catch up.  The island would be alive with visitors this
afternoon and evening, making it an ideal time to disappear.

   Jill came topside with another drink.  She looked hot in her bikini and
Mike intended to spend a considerable amount of time tonight, fucking her
brains out.  But now, that would have to wait for 'Vegas.  He laughed and
grabbed at her tight ass.

   She swatted his hand away.  "Tonight, eighteen hundred hours.  Pearl
street, a dark van.  California plates GYD 902." She had her arms around
his shoulders and could feel his hardness against her belly.  She backed
away when he slipped his hand down the back of her bikini bottoms.  She
laughed as she pushed him away.  She felt his tension and knew he wanted to
leave as soon as possible.

   It was difficult trying to act normal, having to run everything you
say...Well, you get the idea.  Jill looked up toward the marina and could
see only one surveillance car.  She turned away from the surveillance
before talking.

   "How was the swim this morning ?"

   "Yachtsman" answered from behind a newspaper she brought him from the
store.  "Piece of cake but I made it look like a long haul.  You put your
ID in the plastic bag ?"

   "Yea, shit, man.  You put a wad of bills in there.  Sure I'll be able to
make it ?" She laughed.

   Chapter Thirty-One

   Jake Morrison's cell phone was ringing.  He stumbled around looking for
his pants.  He found his phone.  It was Daniel.

   "Jake here."

   "Daniel.  Pick you up at eight, okay ?"

   "Roger.  Over and out." Jake looked at his phone.  It was seven at
night. He pulled his curtains aside and looked over at the Gilbert's home.
It was dark out.  He headed for the shower.

   At seven fifty-five Jake entered the park and slowly made his way to the
south edge.  He stayed in the trees and kept a good look out for walkers,
joggers, whatever.  He saw Daniel's corolla pull up to the curb and moved
briskly toward the vehicle.

   Neither of them spoke until they were on Warm Springs, heading east. 
"Get a good day's rest ?" Daniel asked.

   "Fuck !  I slept for over ten hours, dude.  I sure hope we don't have to
go through shit like that again for a while.  How about you ?"

   "Yea, don't worry, man.  That's it for this year and `Yachtsman' told me
it was his last trip.  The way `Snake's' been lately, I think we'll be
backing off a bit.  But hey !  You'll have plenty of weed to get those good
looking ladies loaded and don't tell me you're not fucking them all,
duude."

   Jake laughed and directed Daniel to turn right.  They slowly traveled
through the residential area.  The motor home had been gone for days.  She
was waiting and came walking down the driveway before Daniel came to a
stop. Jake reached back and opened the rear door.  Tilly Matterhorn climbed
in with a full backpack.  The car moved forward before the door slammed
shut.

   "Tilly, my dear, how are you feeling this fine evening ?" Daniel was
keyed up.  He knew that he was going to spend a lot of time out at the
"Hacienda" fucking a lot of eager pussy.  He hoped Tilly Matterhorn was one
of them.

   "Feeling good, boy friend." Tilly called almost every guy "boy friend."

   "You guys ready to party ?" Tilly was already listening to her Ipod, ear
plugs already in her ears.  Daniel turned back forward and concentrated on
his driving.  Jake was smiling.  He was glad he told Tilly and her friends,
when this all started, that these guys were real ass bandits.  Twenty
minutes later they had picked up Karen White and Cathie Black, the other
two lookout girls, and headed for the "Hacienda." Daniel thought they were
hot, little ladies, too.....

   .....Daniel Haefner and Jake Morrison led the girls through the casino
and out toward the dock.  The girls were excited about going to the
"Hacienda" for the weekend.

   Karen White, one of Jake's distributors, cried out, "Oh !  Shit !  Jake
this is so mother fuckin' cool !" She was a tall and skinny, blonde with
hardly any chest.  Nice looking, though.  Daniel was thinking he'd like to
bone Cathie Black, who had nice titties and a nice, fat butt.

   "Oh !  Wait 'till you get there.  This is nothing.  Just a high roller
hotel.  Fuck !  The place, we're going, is like a palace !" Jake was
excited because he knew he'd be getting a big bonus from "Snake." He could
tell by the way Casey spoke with him about a future with the network and
there was always the hemp peddling.

   He wondered if he should share his "bonus" with the girls ?  Just then
Casey roared around the end of the dock in the boat at a high rate of
speed. A big speed depleting turn and large rooster tail later, he was
coasting toward where they stood.  Daniel stood by to grab the tie down and
Jake got the ladies lined up.

   "Hey !  Jake...Daniel...Ladies...You ready to partae !?" Jake figured
Casey had probably been drinking.  The girls were already aboard so Jake
jumped aboard, followed by Daniel.  Casey engaged the motor and they
cruised away from the dock at a reasonable speed.  He didn't want to get
the girl's clothes wet.

   As they cleared the dock, Casey handed a pipe back to Jake.  "Come on,
Jake.  Start the party off." The boat ride took about ten minutes and there
were a lot of "ohs" and "ahas" as they cruised by these frightfully
expensive, fully lit mansions.

   Daniel jumped to the dock at the "Hacienda" and the girls rushed off the
boat with their backpacks.  Jake followed and Casey was last.  He elbowed
Jake, "Some nice looking ladies, Jake.  You trust them out here ?" He
laughed.

   "They're my friends, Casey.  I've been out here before, remember ?" Jake
laughed.  "I told them you're all very dirty old men.  Shit, man !  They're
my best distributors, dude.  They know the score but keep your hands off
Tilly." Casey clapped Jake on the shoulder and kept it there as he guided
him up the lawn that surrounded the pool area.  It was still warm out,
probably high sixties.

   There were several young ladies hanging around the bar next to the pool.
They were all in their early twenties and wearing bikinis as there were
several of those space heaters placed around the bar.  An upgrade from the
barrels full of firewood those many years ago.  One of them looked over and
then started rushing toward them.  Jake noticed that it was Gina Colgate.
She'd put on weight and her tits were huge.  Jake couldn't take his eyes
off their bouncing cadence as she approached him.

   "Oh !  Jake, lover, I've heard you're a hero !" She mashed her lips
against his and drove her tongue into his mouth.  Jake caught on quick and
grabbed his neighbor's butt...Lot of meat there.  Casey continued on toward
the "Hacienda." "Snake" and Carlos were lugging a keg of beer toward the
bar.  The tiki torches were already lit.  It was party time !

   Daniel was ahead with the ladies, showing them to their rooms.  Gina
still had herself draped around Jake and he loved it.  Several of the other
girls around the bar had taken notice.

   "Snake" called to him.  "Come on, Jake, grab a beer and give us a hand.
You girls run up to the kitchen and bring down the food !" The three girls
all headed toward the "Hacienda." Jake and Gina met "Snake" and Carlos
under the cabana by the pool.

   "Jake Morrison this is Carlos Santiago.  Carlos this is Jake." The tall
dark Cuban held out his hand and grasped Jake's.

   "Hear only good things about you, man.  Good work on the weed.  The
driver was very impressed.  I'm going to need a lot of help with this
computer shit..."

   "Sure...Sure...Mister Santiago...Any time, man." "Snake" laughed.  It
was the first time he'd seen Jake look a little uneasy.  The girls were
coming from the "Hacienda" with the food.  "Snake" poured himself a beer.
There were half a dozen young ladies here he'd like to fuck.  Here comes
Kent Gilbert and Colleen, the Mrs.  Kent Gilbert.  Maybe, he'd work on
getting mother and daughter to share him ?  He would definitely plug her
daughter's butt while she was out here.  It had been a while.

  
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   Agent Mindy Weathers had driven.  Consequently, Anderson was looking
through the power glasses.  The sun was close to setting and he was looking
only ten degrees or so off that bearing.  Visibility was poor.  There had
been no activity on the boat since the suspects finished eating, two hours
ago.

   "You say he swam over to the island this morning ?"

   "Yea.  It took him forever.  I'm putting Agent Martinez over there this
weekend.  He's been getting screwed on the shifts and gets a little
payback. The locals say it'll be real busy on the weekend.  Headquarters
sent two more agents from 'Vegas, no less."

   "We gonna get time to get a drink or two tonight ?"

   "You're gonna get more than a couple of drinks, Agent Davies.  You gonna
be up to it ?" She grabbed his thigh.

   Agent Davies felt the thrill of her touch run up his thigh and engage
his cock.  He spread his thighs and her hand worked up to his strengthening
cock.  She started stroking his meat.  He was still looking through the
glasses.  The sun was close to going down.  Mindy was working on his fly.
She wanted to suck his cock.  She was opening his pants and looking around.
Down she went.

   "Oh !  Fuck !" Whispered Anderson.  "Suck it, baby.  Suck that cock."
There was some activity on the boat.  Just movement, really, was all that
he could discern.  "Stop !  Stop !" Mindy kept sucking his cock.  He pushed
her face away from his crotch.  "I think they dove off the boat !"

   "Forget it, honey.  It'll take them forever." Came from below the
dashboard.

   "Look...Look !" Mindy sat up straight.  Two figures were swimming at a
very swift crawl across the distance from the "Viper" to the shore of
Balboa Island.

   "Fuck !" Mindy cried as she started the car.  She looked off toward the
bridge and found it crammed with slow moving car traffic.  Instead of
engaging the transmission, she just leaned her head against the steering
wheel.  The figures were already walking up the sand of Balboa island. 
They were defeated.  They'd never find them now !

   "Yachtsman" beat Jill by just a few yards.  He looked back at their
watchers.  The vehicle hadn't moved.  With the sun setting, they'd have a
hard time getting a good look at them but they'd see this.  Jill was now
standing next to him.  He turned away from the watchers.  So did Jill.

   "On three...One, two, three." They both bent and pulled their suits down
over their butts and slapped their buns a few times with their hands. 
Moments later they disappeared into the haze of dusk that was quickly
turning sunset into dark.

   "They just dropped their pants and bared their asses to us.  Oh !  My
fucking god !  The fuckers did it again.  They're always a step ahead.  How
do those assholes do this all the time !?"

   Mindy's head never came off the steering wheel.  Anderson dropped the
glasses.  "Let's go get a drink, Weathers.  We need a drink."

   Chapter Thirty-Two

   "Yachtsman" spied the vehicle and nodded his head toward it.  Jill moved
off to toward the other side of the street.  There was a single man sitting
in the driver's seat.  "Yachtsman" stepped out into the street and
approached him.  He was smiling.  Inside five feet, "Yachtsman" recognized
him.  He nodded to Jill and she immediately headed for the rear of the
vehicle.  "Yachtsman" followed.

   They were both seated in the last row of seats and would be very
difficult to see unless the van was stopped.  The driver turned.

   "You probably don't remember, `Yachtsman,' but I ran a couple of loads
for you way back when.  Carlos sent me up here to give you all a ride to
the airport.  Are you being perused ?"

   Mike Minter answered.  "Probably, Tony, but they're stretched thin."

   Tony turned forward and called out over his shoulder.  "Carlos sent
those bags.  They got some clothes and shit in them, to make you look like
you're going to 'Vegas for the weekend.  Boarding passes are in the bags.
We got thirty minutes, no sweat.  Enjoy the ride." The van was at the
corner and turning toward the main drag that was bumper to bumper and
moving at about two miles an hour.

   Mike and Jill started toweling off.  Twenty minutes later they were
rushing through John Wayne Airport, avoiding the surveillance cameras. 
They made the flight with minutes to spare and the flight took off on time.

  
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   "Snake" was sitting behind his desk.  It was still dark with just some
pink behind the western mountains.  Most everyone was down by the pool
getting drunk or stoned, probably both.  He could see Carlos throwing one
of the girls into the pool.  He couldn't remember her name.  There was a
knock at the door.  "Snake" buzzed the door open.

   Tilly Matterhorn poked her head into the room.  When she saw "Snake"
over behind the desk she inched her way into the room.  Karen White and
Cathie Black were behind her.  "We in the right place ?"

   "Yes, ladies.  Please come on in.  Get yourself a drink." There was a
pitcher of margaritas on the bar along with half a dozen salted glasses. 
The girl all headed to the bar and it was several minutes before they
seated themselves in front of "Snake's" desk.

   "You're all seniors in high school, right ?" They all nodded.  "Going to
college ?" Only one nodded her head up and down.  "Snake" smiled.  It was
the tall, skinny one with glasses.  Pretty good looking but not in the same
class as the other two.

   "What are you two doing after school's done ?" They both shrugged their
shoulders.  "Well, maybe you can work for me ?" The looked interested. 
"But that's for another day.  Those envelopes you picked up off the chairs
are my way of saying thanks for doing an outstanding job with my cargo. 
You're all receiving the same amount.  I'm not sure that's fair but your
present boss, Jake, was not consulted about this bonus."

   Karen White, the tall skinny one, the one that was going to college, got
up to get herself another drink.  Tilly Matterhorn tore open the envelope
and counted her bonus, twenty-five hundred dollars in hundreds and fifties.
She looked up at "Snake" and smiled.

   "Thanks, Mister Edwards." Cathie Black was also counting hers.  She was
bouncing up and down on her chair.  Money, whiskey and young ladies just
seemed so natural.  "Snake" was pretty sure that two of them would play. 
The tall, skinny one turned away from the bar and fanned her bills around.

   "Wow !  Thanks, Mister Edwards !  Oh !  Wow !"

   "Snake" continued, "Are any of you involved with Jake ?" A few moments
passed.

   "Depends on how you define `involved.'" "Snake" smiled over at the tall,
skinny one.  Karen White was her name.  "I think we're all sleeping with
him." She looked over at the other two.  Cathie Black was a short thing,
like Tilly, but with a nice rack and a good, padded behind.  She was
nodding her head up and down while downing her margarita.  She was up to
get another.

   "She's correct.  I started it and then introduced my friends, Karen and
Cathie to Jake.  He was dealing with guys and sometimes it didn't work out.
Some guys gotta be in charge all the time, if you know what I mean."

   "I know exactly what you mean, Tilly.  You guys ever share him ?" Tilly
colored a light pink as did Karen but Cathie just smiled back at him.  She
was standing over by the bar.

   "Not that I know of but that sounds like a lot of fun." She looked over
at the girls.  "Snake" spread out fifteen hundred dollar bills on his desk.

   "While you're here, you're free to do anything you want.  The party
tonight will be a lot wilder than tomorrow night especially after an
afternoon of water skiing and sitting out by the pool.  But tonight will be
pretty wild." "Snake" paused.  All three of them were dividing their
attention between the money on the desk and his face.

   Tilly spoke into the silence.  "Jake gave us a heads up, Mister Edwards.
He said the last time he was out here it turned into a real fucking orgy.
We're here.  'Nuff said."

   "Well then, I'd like the three of you young ladies to occupy Rusty, my
helicopter pilot tonight...All night.  Are we clear here ?" All three were
nodding in unison.  "Well, that calls for another drink and since you don't
seem to have done much of this.  Why don't you practice with your new
boss."

   He stood and came around his desk.  It was obvious he had a hardon. 
"You, ladies, need another drink ?" He flexed and his cock jumped in his
shorts.  The girls were still dressed in their swim wear, Tilly and Cathie
in two piece semi-bikinis.  Karen was wearing a sleek one-piece.  "Come on,
girls, let's party.  Rusty won't be back for a couple of hours."

   He led the group of them to the bar and immediately dropped Cathie's
top. She had nice pear shaped breasts, a little more than a hand full.  Her
light tan areolae were all prickly, her nipples erect.  "Snake" pinched
one. She laughed and reached for his crotch.

   "You got a big hardon, Mister Edwards." She had a hand on it and was
squeezing it.  The other two were just watching.  "Snake" reached out and
grabbed both of them by the shoulders and pulled them together.  His hands
went to their breasts.  Karen's small mounds had very nice pointed nipples.
Tilly's were tiny and erect on a handful of breast meat.  Cathie now had
"Snake's" shorts down around his ankles.  His cock was erect and she was
stroking it at a good pace.

   Tilly was getting hot looking at Cathie giving "Snake" a hand job.  He
had a long cock and the head was all weird, a lot of excess skin.  She
stripped off her bottoms and moved behind Cathie and pulled her bottoms
down her legs.  Next she went over to Karen and stripped her suit off.

   "Come on, girls." "Snake" moved them over to the couch and sat,
spreading his legs.  Cathie immediately went to her knees and grabbed a
hold of his cock.  "Get on your knees with her." The other two went to
their knees.  It wasn't long before the three of them were sharing
"Snake's" meat, one sucking his head, one licking his balls and the other
licking his shaft.  All of them could suck cock and after several
rotations, "Snake" blew a load all over Karen's chest.  The other two
licked her clean.

  
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   Rusty was catching some sleep, laid out in the rear of the chopper.  His
watch alarm started to buzz.  He turned it off and slowly moved to a
sitting position.  The plan changed so many times it was hard to get enough
sleep especially when you were fucking Colleen Gilbert about every waking
minute.  It was dark out.  He opened the laptop and fired it up.

   Three minutes later, he closed the laptop and stored it away in a seat
pocket.  No messages on the network for him.  He glanced at his watch. 
They should be getting a cab about now.  Rusty climbed into the pilot's
seat and ran the checklist.  It was twenty minutes before a cab ventured
into the parking area adjacent to the helicopter pad.  Rusty turned on the
battery.  He started the engine as soon as he saw "Yachtsman" get out of
the cab.  Jill followed him out, running straight toward the copter. 
"Yachtsman" paid the cabbie, bringing up the rear.

   Rusty was talking to ground control as "Yachtsman" got in the back with
Jill.  He was cleared to taxi.  Clearance came two minutes later and Rusty
climbed into the night sky.

   "Check, you're strapped in.  You want to get up front, Mike ?"

   "No thanks, Rusty.  How's things been while we've been gone ?  You and
Colleen still fucking like rabbits ?" Jill laughed into her mic.

   "I come all this way to pick you fucks up while there's a party going on
and all I take is shit.  But to answer your questions, lately it's been
very tense and yes, Colleen and I are still fooling around.  Her old man is
such a lecher.  But back to lately, `Snake' was scared on this one,
`Yachtsman.' I could sense it.  Casey was the only cool one and he was
stoned most of the time.  Carlos was Carlos, just here and there."

   "Yachtsman" sat back and closed his eyes.  He could feel Jill sitting
next to him.  She was a comfort and a great first mate.  The helicopter was
out over the desert east of the airport.  Rusty canceled his clearance and
descended to about a thousand feet.  It was very dark heading east out
toward Lake Mead.  A moment later he pulled down his night vision goggles
and descended another five hundred feet or so.  He turned off the running
lights and now they were invisible.

   Jill squeezed "Yachtsman's" thigh.  He slowly brought his head up off
the head rest.  Jill pointed.  The "Hacienda" was lit up like a summer
party.  They could see the steam rising off the pool.



   Chapter Thirty-Three

   "Snake" was standing with Colleen and Kent.  Kent had his arm around one
of Carlos' girls.  He thought her name was Sally...About twenty-three or
so. She had a nice tight ass and a good set of tits.  Colleen hardly paid
attention to him.  He put his arm around her shoulder and gave it a
squeeze.

   "You waiting for Rusty, darling ?"

   Colleen looked over at him and then put her arm around him.  "Around
here you never wait for anyone." She looked over at Carlos who was drinking
with all of Jake's distributors.  Trina Sanchez was standing by his side.
Her humongous tits hidden by just a bikini top.  Jake was still wrapped up
with Gina.

   "Did you put Gina up to this with the kid ?"

   "Hardly, dear, they've been fucking since this began.  When you first
started working for me." He took his arm from around her shoulder and fired
up a joint.  Colleen took a big drag.  "`Yachtsman' is going to be here in
just a few minutes.  You gonna run to him ?"

   "Hardly...That Jill is a crazy woman when you get her clothes off.  I
can't keep up with her." "Snake" laughed and grabbed a handful of her tight
behind, nothing like her daughter's.  "Snake" could sense the chopper
arriving.  Several of those by the pool were looking out into the dark over
the lake.  "Snake" nodded to Jake's lady friends and headed down toward the
landing platform.  He turned and motioned for Colleen.  She hesitantly
followed him.  Carlos was running down the hill from the pool in just his
swimsuit, a pair of tight briefs.  Trina was following him, her tits
bouncing almost uncontrollably.

   "Snake" noticed that the boat was retuning from the Casino.  It was full
of more party favors, he figured.  Carlos sent Casey over about twenty
minutes ago.  The lights flashed on and illuminated the landing zone.  The
helicopter came into view.  Daniel and Jake were running down the hill from
the swimming pool in their swimsuits.

   The rotors were just slowing but Jill was already out and ducking away
from the helicopter.  "Snake" threw his arms around her and gave her a long
hug.  Colleen was left with Jill as "Snake" moved to meet the "Yachtsman"
at the water's edge.

   "Fuckin' `A,' `Snake' !  This is too much action for this old man.  Lead
me to the whisky and women.  I need to get drunk and laid, buddy."

   They were hugging each other.  "Snake" asked him, "More hairy than that
time in Columbia, when those fuckers showed up with fifty guys and
automatic weapons ?"

   "Shit !  Yea, man.  We could shoot our way out of that one, buddy. 
Harder to do with federal agents, `Snake.'" He laughed and the two of them
strolled off toward the bar, arms around each other's shoulder.  "Snake"
noticed that Jake's distributors had surrounded Rusty and were bombarding
him with questions about flying.  He smiled.  Jill and Colleen were
following.  Carlos tore "Yachtsman" away from "Snake" and gave him a big
hug.  Trina Sanchez was waiting to be introduced to the famous "Yachtsman."
There was quite a crowd around him and the girl.

   Jill noticed Jake right away and ran toward him.  He was with that big
titted bimbo who lived next door to him.  Jill heard that she was working
for Carlos now and making a mint.  Good for her.  Jill would rather be
doing what she was doing.  Jake came toward her and threw his arms around
her.  She was excited and noticed "Yachtsman" heading off with "Snake" and
Carlos.  That trio was going to be trouble tonight.  She got herself a
joint and beer.

   There were several young ladies in the pool without their clothes on. 
Jake was checking them all out.  He figured he could have his pick of the
litter tonight and immediately put his arm around Jill and guided her away
from Gina.

   Gina didn't care about Jake.  "Snake" informed her earlier that he had a
little something special for her.  She last saw "Snake" with her mother in
tow, heading upstairs with "Yachtsman." She headed that way.  Carlos
intercepted her when she was halfway to the "Hacienda."

   He put his arm around her and whispered into her ear.  "You gonna party
with `Snake' and `Yachtsman' ?" She laughed.  Carlos had his hand down
inside her bikini bottoms and was working a finger between the cheeks of
her butt.  Gina looked back and found Carlos' latest squeeze, Trina,
following them and staring at her butt.  The woman looked up.  Gina smiled
at her.

   "Snake" and "Yachtsman" were smoking weed and drinking "Jack" on the
rocks.  Colleen was just smoking dope.  She was sitting with "Yachtsman" on
the couch and "Snake" was pacing back and forth as "Yachtsman" told his
story.  Colleen was surprised when Carlos entered with her daughter and
Trina.

   "How'd Tony do, `Yachtsman'?" Carlos had an arm around each of the
women.

   "Great, Carlos.  First rate.  Got away clean." He slipped his arm around
Colleen's shoulder and "Snake" was out from behind the bar with a pitcher
of margaritas for the women.  Gina came to "Snake" and wrapped her arms
around his stomach.

   "So I get to party with the adults tonight ?" She laughed and ran her
hand down to cup his crotch.  Colleen was drinking the last of her drink.
"Yachtsman" was smoking that pipe of his.  Carlos was behind Trina and
grinding his cock against her butt.  She appeared to be sky high.  The "A"
team was here tonight.  His hands came up and captured Trina's breasts and
soon they were bare.  Colleen couldn't take her eyes off Carlos' hands
roaming all over the TV weather woman's tits.

   "Snake" was back behind the bar and Gina had disappeared below the bar.
Colleen lost a whole lung full of pot smoke when Gina disappeared from
sight.  "Yachtsman" was staring at Trina Sanchez' tits, huge melons of meat
topped with dark, wide areolae with slugs for nipples.  His boner started
to move in his slacks.  He pulled Colleen to him and kissed her deeply. 
This was all Colleen Gilbert needed.  She could care less if her daughter
was across the room blowing someone.  She was with Mike and that Jill was
no where to be seen.  Her tongue fenced with his and she felt his hand
capture her right breast.

   Gina Colgate was on her knees, wiggling her bikini bottoms off while
sucking on the head of "Snake's" cock.  His hands were in her hair and
starting to move her mouth on and off his cock.  He was getting harder. 
"Snake" was watching "Yachtsman" start to warm up Colleen.  She'd be wild
in a few moments and then it was time for daughter, Gina, to steal the
show.

   Trina Sanchez was losing her shorts and could feel Carlos' hardon
against her fanny.  She reached behind her and grabbed a hold of his boner.
His swim suit was down around his thighs and his cock was naked and hot. 
She turned and dropped to her knees.  He was in her mouth.  His hands were
mauling her breasts.  His meat was growing in her mouth.

   Colleen had Mike's cock out of his slacks, jerking him off.  They had
stopped kissing and were watching Trina suck on Carlos' big dick.  Gina
popped up from behind the bar, topless, and pulled "Snake" out from behind
it.  She was naked and dragged "Snake" by his cock over to where Trina was
blowing Carlos.  Now the young weather woman had two cocks to suck.  Gina
immediately started working on the woman's tits with her hands and mouth.

   Colleen stood with Mike and she let him undress her.  Her nipples were
hard as stone, her breasts tender around her areolae.  She was damp between
her legs.  It had been a long time since Mike showed any interest.  She got
her hands on his cock and squeezed his hardness.  He had such a nice, fat
dick.  She noticed her daughter was on her back on the floor with her head
between the weather woman's legs, eating her cunt.

   Mike sensed Colleen needed some cock and pulled her on to his lap soon
after he got her undressed.  Her hand fished around between her legs and
guided his cock right into her.  She groaned when he thrust up into her. 
Like it was a signal, Gina disengaged from Trina's shaved cunt and
slithered over to where her mother was bouncing up and down on
"Yachtsman's" fat meat.  She was leaning forward, hands on his knees and
pumping her ass on and off his cock.

   Mike saw Gina heading for her mother and pulled Colleen's shoulders
back. She collapsed back against his chest, his hands pulled her knees wide
apart and she was impaled on him.  She felt the tongue on her clitoris and
went still.  Mike thrust further up into her.  The mouth was attached to
her slit like a snail, the tongue slithering around.  She went tense again
and started cuming.

   Carlos left Trina with "Snake" and headed for the couch.  He jumped up
onto the back and moved forward until her could guide Colleen's mouth to
his saliva slick, hard cock.  Colleen was beyond caring what happened.  Her
daughter was licking her clitoris and sucking on her cunt as she ground her
cunt around on Mike's cock.  Carlos surprised her but she immediately
sucked his meat into her mouth.  His hands were on her head, guiding her
mouth on and off his gigantic cock.

   Trina Sanchez was sucking on "Snake's" cock like a woman possessed. 
Carlos had picked a good one to party with.  She'd become an animal,
spending almost every weekend out at the "Hacienda." He looked up and
watched Colleen grinding around on "Yachtsman's" lap while her daughter ate
her snatch and Carlos fed her cock.

   Gina Colgate's butt looked inviting.  "Snake" pushed Trina's mouth off
his cock and walked across the room.  He dropped to his knees behind the
young woman and pried her butt cheeks apart with his thumbs.  His cock was
hard and slippery with saliva.  One adjustment and he was sliding his meat
into Gina's butt hole.  She was easy to slide into tonight and wondered if
someone had been here before him.  He slapped her butt and felt her
sphincter tighten up around the base of his cock.  He started fucking her
and didn't stop until he filled her intestines with a good, hot load of
semen.

   Chapter Thirty-Four

   Jill Olson watched as two bare, naked girls jumped off the diving board.
A naked Casey was chasing them and he had a boner bouncing in his crotch.
He had already fucked some bimbo behind the bar while the party raged
around him.  Jake was lighting up another joint.  He was watching his
friends dragging Rusty, the helicopter pilot, off toward the "Hacienda." He
was a little surprised but then felt Jill's arm slide around his back.

   "The tall skinny one is cute.  Turns me on, too." Jake reached around
her and squeezed her butt.  "Do you know her ?"

   "Yes, Jill, I do.  Let's go see if we can pry her away from Rusty."

   The girls were in the bar with him, drinking margaritas like water. 
Jill went immediately right up to the young lady and whispered in her ear.
Jake just watched as Tilly and Cathie threw themselves at the helicopter
pilot.  Jill and Karen were now laughing.

   Rusty looked over at Jake, "Hey, you seen Colleen Gilbert around ?" Jake
vaguely remembered seeing her and "Yachtsman" heading upstairs a good while
ago.

   "Nah...You want to party ?" Rusty smiled and put his arms around Tilly
and Cathie, nodding his head up and down.  Jake moved over by Jill.  He
took Jill by the hand and pulled her toward the couch.  Karen followed
them. Jake was getting a boner as he walked.  He remembered Jill from the
last time he was here.  She fulfilled his each and every dream.

   Jake sat on the couch, leaving room on each side for Jill and Karen. 
Rusty was doing the same across from him.  The couches were huge and almost
filled the TV room and bar.  Jill started it by pulling Jake's swim trunks
down past his knees.  She had a little help.  Jake lifted his hips and his
boner bounced around a lot.  Karen grabbed a hold of it and started jacking
him off.  Jill was up and getting out of her bathing suit.  When she was
naked she went right to Karen and started taking off her suit.

   Jake was watching the three across from them.  Tilly and Cathie were
naked and Tilly was going down on Rusty.  Cathie looked like she had her
tongue half way down Rusty's throat.  Jill was now down on her knees
spreading Karen's legs apart.  Her hairy loins were right there and Jill
wasted no time burying her face in the girl's crotch.  Jake stroked himself
a couple of times and then got up on his knees on the couch.  Karen was
quite turned on and eagerly gobbled up Jake's hardon.  Of the three, Karen
gave the best head.  Jake started fucking her face as she wiggled around
with Jill's face plastered to her crotch.

   Jill was smothering herself in the young girl.  She needed to be fucked.
She came up for air and watched the girl swallowing Jake's cock.  She cried
out, "Come here and fuck me, Jake !" Jake looked down at her and slowly
pulled Karen's mouth off his cock.  It was slick with her saliva.  He was
down on the floor with her, behind her.

   Jake pushed Jill's face back into Karen's crotch.  All her pubic hair
was wet and curly, her cunt wide open between her legs.  Jake grabbed
Jill's hips and ran his cock up and down the crack of her tight, padded
butt.  He spread her cheeks and found a growth of kinky pubes growing
around her asshole.  He sucked on his thumb and then slowly pushed it into
her butt.

   She was tight and kept gobbling on Karen's snatch.  The girl was shaking
her head back and forth on the back of the couch as Jill devoured her cunt.
Jake pulled his thumb out of Jill's butt and guided his cock head to her
anus.  One push and he was in.  A muffled sound came from between Karen's
legs.  Jake pushed in further and then started fucking her.

   Jill was about ready to cum.  He was sawing his cock in and out of her
asshole, his balls slapping against her cunt lips.  Jake could feel crew
cut of Jill's vagina scratching his testicles as he pounded her.  It
wouldn't be long now.  He pushed into as far as he could and here it came.
One, two, three, four spurts of cream flooded her anus and she became very
slippery.  Jake pounded faster, his pubic hair being drenched with his
semen squirting out of her tight butt hole.  Jake spread her butt apart and
watched as he stroked his now shrinking cock in and out of her anus.

   Jake leaned back on his haunches after dragging his limp dick out of
Jill's butt.  Jill continued eating Karen's pussy as he dragged himself
back up on the couch.  He saw that Tilly was sitting on Rusty's face while
Cathie bounced up and down on his cock.  He didn't think that Rusty could
last much longer.  He was arching his back and Cathie was fucking herself
on and off him like a jockey, her breasts bouncing around erotically. 
Tilly was smothering him with her twat, her little titties tight with
excitement.  Jake was getting another hardon watching the perversity.

  
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   The 767 was descending.  They were both asleep in first class.  The
decision had been made almost immediately after Agent Weathers called in
and reported their failure.  Earlier the two of them had made the pain
stakingly slow trip onto the island and searched in vain for an hour or
two. They found the ferry on the other side of the island and assumed that
the two of them had taken it to the peninsula.  This whole operation had
become a series of mistakes each leading to failure.

   Anderson came awake when the landing gear came down.  Mindy didn't come
awake until they landed and turned off the runway.  The flight attendant
was telling them that they could turn on their electrical equipment. 
Anderson turned on his cell phone.  He had voice mail.  It was coming up on
eight in the morning in Washington D.  C.

   "Report to the office as soon as you land." He recognized the voice.  It
was the chief of operations.  They'd have their asses handed to them now.
Mindy was listening to her phone.  Anderson leaned back against the head
rest.  The cabin door opened and Anderson rose to get his bag.  He'd be
glad to be back home for a while.  Maybe he and Mindy could get back to
fucking.  He'd missed it a lot.  They were inside the terminal.

   "What'd your message say ?" Mindy asked as they weaved through the crowd
of the terminal.

   "Report to the office ASAP.  Fuck !  I could sleep for a week."

   "Mine told me they're sending a car for us.  They must know something we
don't."

   "Other than we're losers..." She elbowed him in the side.  It hurt. 
They were silent until they found the driver waiting for them by the exit.
"Take my bag, Anderson.  I'm hitting the rest room.

   Forty-five minutes later they were confined to their cubicle, writing
their after action report.  They were given an hour.  Shit !  What was the
hurry ?  They swapped each other's work with fifteen minutes to go and did
a little cutting and pasting until the two narratives married together. 
They were finished with five minutes to spare.

   The briefing room was almost full when they entered.  Their report was
submitted over the department intranet and most agents in the room had
probably already read about their exploits.  Mindy took a seat at the rear
of the auditorium.  Anderson sat with her.  They both felt that everyone
was staring at them, the failures.  They were so close yet victory eluded
them.

   The chief of operations was talking with the chief of intelligence at
the podium.  The chief of ops looked at his watch and then stepped up on
the podium.

   "Could I get everyone's attention.  Check your cell phones off and
Anderson, could you get the doors." Anderson jumped up and rushed to lock
the doors.

   "First off, all is not lost.  I was the one who sent Agents Weathers and
Davies to the west coast with bare bones support.  I felt, and so did the
chief of intel, that the dope would be on the boat.  They'd dock and we'd
bust them.  I made some incorrect assumptions and we came away with egg on
our faces.  Customs is pissed because we left them out of it until the last
minute.  The harbor master has already complained about usurping their
authority.  This guy Minter is captain on quite a few very wealthy vessels
in Newport Harbor.  All of them belong to or are leased by 'Vegas casino
interests.  They squire around the real big spenders when they're tired of
gambling."

   He took a sip of water and then continued.  "What you see behind me is
surveillance video from the airport.  We've had it for about ten hours. 
We've searched to no avail.  But if you watch this gate video closely
you'll see two figures dart down the entry way to America West Flight 7890
non-stop to guess where ?" Behind him the loop of gate four at John Wayne
Airport ran and ran again.  The more you viewed it the easier it was to
pick up the two figures.  No way could you identify them.  They were just
shadows rushing down the entry way.

   "The time line works out almost perfectly.  They had a good driver and
we figure they doubled back across the bridge." He looked up, into the back
of the auditorium.  "You two probably drove right by them when you started
pursuit.  They were in 'Vegas by the time you quit and reported in." Mindy
and Anderson felt like fools.

   "So where does that leave us ?  Right after the failed customs
inspection, chief of intel decided to request satellite surveillance of the
harbor for the night before.  Now the coverage gave us only eight snap
shots and only one that was valuable." An overhead shot of the harbor
appeared on the screen.  "This is a shot at zero two thirty.  Infrared is
all we have but it turns out that we were lucky, very lucky."

   Chief of ops used a laser pointer to point to a blob of return.  "This
dock is about a mile and a half from where the `Viper' was boarded seven
and a half hours later.  Chief of intel believes that this is a group of
people unloading the `Viper' and loading the weed into a truck which is
located here.  The next satellite showed no activity at all.  The boat and
the truck are gone.  So they were a step ahead of us all the way.  If we
checked this guy's log, I'm sure we'd find that he was no where near the
encounter with the Canadians.  These guys are pros with a high degree of
operational discipline."

   "So we are now in the process of sending a larger team to Las Vegas. 
Twenty-four hours after the unloading of the `Viper' a lot of very high
grade weed has shown up in all the hotels.  Locals said it's been a while
since they've seen so much quality weed in town.  So we're gonna put a
little more effort into this one.  That's all for now.  I'd like to see
Agents Weathers and Davies up here before you leave." The screen behind the
podium went dark.  The room lights came up.

   Anderson and Mindy moved forward to the podium.  The chief of intel
broke away from the chief of ops.  "You two are going to a couple of agency
courses and then we're plugging you into the 'Vegas scene.  The first
course doesn't start for a couple of months.  Take some time off.  See you
two in a couple of months.  Now get out of here !"

   The two agents rushed to their cubicle and were out of the building in
under ten minutes.
   end