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Subject: "Revenge" - A Willy T. Story(no sex)[5/5]
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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes
to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL)
and/or the American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people
live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as
anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat
each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN, FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"Revenge"
Part Five
(no sex)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** EPILOGUE *****
Carol had tried to get a hold of Willy several times. She couldn't reach
him at either the cabin or the condo. The phone just rang and rang. Where
could the fool be ? The cab pulled up in front of the condo and upon
entering, she immediately smelled the heavy aroma of marijuana. She found him
sitting at the breakfast room table. He looked up, his eyes slits. On the
table in front of him were stacks and stacks of hundred dollar bills.
"Have fun, hon ?" When she nodded, he continued. "Aah...You think we
ought to split it three ways or seven ways ?"
Carol paused at the question, slowly taking off her blouse. "Seven...That
way we get more and after all it was our idea and your money that set it up."
She was down to her panty hose. She wasn't sure Willy noticed as he was back
to counting money again.....
Rich Clark got the Laguno forms filled out Monday morning and into the
mail by noon. He was proud of his accomplishment as he couldn't get his mind
off the two broads who damn near fucked him to death on that yacht Saturday
afternoon and evening. God ! Did those women have bodies !! The older one
reminded him of Connie, tits the size of watermelons, and the young one of
some of the young stuff he'd sampled over the years. Now the worst part
waiting for the customs forms. He called Laguno's office Monday afternoon and
told his secretary that the forms were in the mail. She offered that she'd
tell Mr. Laguno as soon as he returned from Washington.
Ten days went by and Rich Clark had been on the phone all morning.
First, he called Frank Laguno. The operator kept telling him the number was
out of service. He tried calling Gary Flounder next and got the same message.
While panic was not far away, Rich consoled himself with the fact that just
two weeks ago he'd talked to two CEOs who had used Gary's services in the
past. Both men praised Gary's work. Both were very happy with the results
and their relationship with Flounder Management.
Two weeks had also gone by since he'd paid the Laguno man five hundred
thousand dollars of company money. Shit ! How was he going to explain that
to the board of directors. He dialed the executive of one of the companies
he'd talked to two weeks ago. When the "number was out of service" message
settled into his brain, full panic settled into his body. His stomach cramped
up and a bile taste rose up in his throat.
Twenty minutes later he was on the phone to Senator Diane Finestien's
office. He was losing it, arguing with the woman on the phone...Insisting
that there was a Frank Laguno working for The Honorable Senator from
California. He was yelling into the phone and only stopped when he realized
that he was hearing nothing but dial tone.
Connie entered the office, immediately realizing that Rich finally figured
it out. All he'd talked about since the afternoon on the yacht was technology
transfer...Was going to make them richer than they ever imagined possible.
She stood at the door, looking at his pasty white face. Sweat was
actually dribbling down his cheeks as he yelled into the phone. She wondered
if she should call Carol ? Nah ! That would be real stupid...Stupider than
what her husband had done.
She was looking forward to the weekend in Las Vegas. Already made the
reservations. Hadn't even talked to Rich about it, yet...He'd be too busy
fending off the board of directors. Jesus ! If Carol knew a lot of guys like
those two on the yacht...She was going to have a very good time in 'Vegas...A
very good time indeed.
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