Message-ID: <12844eli$9807071546@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: hangten X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: "Settling Down" - A Willy T. Story(M+F+ interr)[1/4] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199807071257.FAA16624@shaman.lycaeum.org> -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 1998 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically hoped for. If for profit, please make a contribution to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society. Thanks !! !!! 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 theses stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," "Shack, Lead !" or "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." 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 "Settling Down" Part One (M+F+ interr) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** PROLOGUE ***** I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot. I was sleeping alone but sharing the night with the past...Shit ! Maybe it's the future, must be the dope..... A steady rain had been falling in Las Vegas most of the morning but up at the cabin it had been snowing heavily all day. The wind was fierce, probably gusting in the mid-twenties - maybe a little higher. There were some breaks in the overcast way out over the valley but up here on the mountain it was still solid clouds. Two women were hurrying down the stairs. A brunette was in the lead followed by a blonde. Both were short, very attractive and dressed as professional women. Both were a bit past middle-age; the blonde being a decade, at least, older than the brunette. They trudged off through the snow to the Northwest of the cabin. The blonde was yelling, to be heard above the sound of the wind. "Do you know where the fuck you're going ?" The brunette had her head down and showed no sign she heard her. The blonde opened her mouth to yell again but then decided to forget it, put her head down and tried to catch up to the brunette. The snow was swirling around them, bringing the visibility down to a couple a hundred feet and some of the deeper drifts reached their thighs. About a hundred yards from the cabin, the trees thinned out and in a small clearing was a man, sitting in an old patio lounge chair. He appeared to be much older than the women. He was wearing a baseball cap that was covered with snow. The brunette figured he'd been here about an hour, maybe a little longer. His hair was long and gray but that was hard to tell because of all the snow sticking to it. In the feeble light his hair almost appeared white. He was dressed in a light nylon jacket with a surfboard emblem sewed to the back and shorts with blue Topsider tennis shoes and no socks. There was about six or so inches of snow covering his legs. As the women entered the clearing, the overcast parted and several rays of sun light entered the meadow. The shadows cast by the sun made it appear the man was smiling. The brunette reached him first and touched his forehead as if feeling for a temperature. The blonde felt his neck, looking for a pulse. "Help me get him to the cabin." The brunette made it sound like an order. "He's dead, lover. We didn't make it in time. He's fucking dead." "How the fuck do you know...You a fucking doctor ? Help me, old woman." Again it sounded like an order. The blonde had sunk to her knees in the snow and was crying. The wind made her skin feel almost frozen as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I've seen enough dead men to know. He's fucking dead." "Well, we're not leaving him here. Help me get him up." The blonde slowly got to her feet and assisted the brunette. They struggled for over an hour but finally got the corpse to the cabin. He was very stiff and they had a terrible time getting him into the back of the four wheel drive vehicle that was parked below the porch. There was no way they could have maneuvered him up the stairs and into the cabin. "You going to stay with him ?" The blonde asked the brunette. "I'm thinking about it." She said as she went through the pockets of his jacket and shorts. They both started laughing when she pulled out his bong. Other than that and a well worn rosary, there was nothing else in his pockets. The blonde noticed his eyes were closed, almost like he was sleeping. She could have sworn they were open when they first entered the meadow and was positive they were open when the sun broke out and lit up the clearing. Wow ! Was that strange ?! "Well..." The blonde was freezing her ass off. "I'm still thinking about it..." The brunette fired back. "You know what he'd say..." The brunette cut her off with, "Yea ! Yea ! Yea ! I know. Let's get inside before we freeze our asses off. I just know I've ruined these fucking shoes." The two of them climbed the stairs to the cabin. As if they had done it many times before and they had; the brunette started stoking the fire in the large wood stove that also doubled as a heater and the blonde went to the trap door in the closet to check on the farm down stairs in the "weed room." When the blonde got back up the stairs, she could already feel the heat generated by the stove. The brunette had her shoes off and was holding her feet to the fire. "The farm's ok...And the fire feels great...Aaah...What made you call me ? I never really got that part of it." The brunette pointed to the phone and the blond looked at it quizzically. "He called you ?" "No...No...It was on the answering machine." The brunette had the pipe in her hands and was holding a kitchen match over the bowl. She took a big drag and held out the pipe to the blonde. She squeaked out. "Play the message." The blond walked to the answering machine and pressed the message button. The brunette followed her to get another hit off the pipe. "No...It wasn't a message but the greeting thing...You know the thing you record." The blonde lifted up the top of the answering machine and pressed the button that would play back the greeting. He sounded alert and cheerful, eager almost to talk. A real change from the last couple of weeks. "Well...Ladies...If you're listening to this...And I truly hope you are...It means that I've finally made my peace and am now with the spirits of my ancestors..... ***** CHAPTER ONE ***** The Toyota Camery was roughly fifty miles out of Salt Lake City and traveling at over eighty miles per hour. It was the second Wednesday in April, the year or our Lord - 1998. Carol Whitouski (WT-A#4,8A/B,12, SL-Ch3, WT-T#13) was just keeping up with traffic. She was very high after smoking about a quarter of the last joint she had. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her panties were on the seat beside her. Carol Whitouski was horny ! Just how the fuck could this woman be horny ? She'd fucked and sucked with her Colorado roommates for four days while packing up her stuff to move to Las Vegas. The guy fucked her at least twice a day. God ! His cock was huge - about two handfuls and damn near as big around as a beer can. Well, maybe not that big but definitely one of the biggest three or four cocks Carol had fucked since she turned fourteen. She'd fucked a lot, too ! One time she tried to count them all. She was through fifty when she remembered a couple of others that she'd forgotten years ago. She stopped counting. She wondered if she should tell Willy about them all ? She had never been this close to a man, like she was with Willy...And he wasn't that spectacular in bed. Yea ! He gave about the best head she'd ever had but...That was it. His cock was just average. Nothing to write home about...And this cancer operation didn't help things at all - Prostate Cancer. Carol had learned a lot about prostate cancer while she was hanging out with Willy. Most, really the vast majority of the men Carol had been with - fucking and sucking with everyone of them - Well, they were usually in charge. Oh ! Don't get it wrong. Carol Whitouski loved to fuck and suck. If she went without it for more than a couple of days, she'd start to hunt for it. She wasn't sure Willy could keep up with her and was afraid of showing him how hungry she was for big, fat, long, hard cocks. Although, on the other hand, every time she'd partied with him...He seemed cool about it. Knowing that it was going to take more than his magic tongue to get her off the way she wanted to get off. That time they went up to Gary's after they got back from Mexico...Jesus ! Was that a time ! Carol counted getting fucked six times in just a little over twelve hours and she slept for about seven of them - with Willy and another woman - really a young lady. She wondered a lot about Willy's love of young ladies ? He couldn't get enough of them. The younger the better. Willy was almost like a teacher with them. The things Willy taught them, though, would never be taught in any school and if they were, the teacher would find himself or herself in jail for a very long, long time. He was so controlling with them but didn't ask anything of her. When Willy and Carol went to bed to fuck and suck, he never had to ask her to do anything. In fact, she was the aggressor most of the time and she got a very big charge out of that. There was honestly no jealousy in his eyes or expression when he watched her fuck and suck some guy's brains out. He usually wanted seconds. Carol was sure she could live with that. She went back to thinking about the last night she was in Boulder. She had turned her roommates on to some of Willy's dope. That's another thing...Willy grows the best dope - No shit ! Two, three hits off the bong and you're tripping. She got turned on thinking about the time she explained to him the reason he should switch from joints to a bong...Girls like bongs more than joints. Willy's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. Anyway...the three of them are stoned as shit, in the front room of the condo they shared. Mandy is talking up a storm. Clarence is quiet as a church mouse. They'd shared the condo for almost four years. There wasn't much the three of them hadn't done together or to each other. Two nights ago Mandy and Carol shared three men. Now, neither of the other two were close to Clarence but Willy wouldn't even be in the running. Both her and Mandy took turns taking them all on at the same time. Carol was stoked she got seconds, 'cause they lasted so much longer the second time. It just happened so suddenly...Her first orgasm. It rippled through her lower stomach, spread through out her groin and then attacked her cunt like a forest fire. The guy who had his cock in her mouth went wild when Carol started using her teeth as she blew him. He finally grabbed her head with both hands and stroked his cock in and out of her mouth until she felt a flood of semen ricochet off the roof of her mouth. No way she could swallow all of it. The excess dribbled down her chin and onto her sweaty breasts. Her areolae were almost too big for the size of her chest. She had nice large orange sized breasts. The areolae a dark brown and about as big around as the bottom of a beer can. Her nipple was grape size and dominated what with any other combination of areolae and nipple would have been considered a "shit hot" pair of tits. She was straddling one guy and he was driving his cock in and out of her cunt like a hydraulic pump. The third guy was Clarence and he was behind her with his hands on her hips pumping about eight, maybe nine inches of very hard, thick cock in and out of her ass. Carol's body was slick with perspiration. In fact, sweat was running down her sides and between the cleavage, her breasts formed. Mandy was moving about the bed with a video camera they'd rented. That was Carol's idea. Willy likes to watch and is going to have a hardon like he's never had before when he watches this video. The one Carol, Willy and some German tourists made some years ago never failed to give Willy a raging hardon. Carol wondered if he'd be as turned on, because the guys, she was fucking and sucking with, were black ? Clarence's cock had just started to spasm in her anus. She could feel it spurting in her bowels. Her asshole was getting slimy with his semen. His cock started shrinking, the guy under her was grabbing her hips now and thrusting up into her like an oil derrick. Her cunt became flooded with his seed and soon both of the men slipped out of her. As she rolled to her back, a large amount of semen escaped from her cunt and asshole after the men fell out of her. Mandy trained the camera on the jungle of dark hair between Carol's legs. In the center, her plump, almost red cunt lips, swollen and spread. The inside of her cunt was the same circumference as the guy's cock, she'd been riding. Around the almost raw looking meat was a forest of dark, curly, black pubic hair. The pelt of hair between her legs continued through her best asset - her butt. Carol Whitouski had the best ass this side of the Mississippi. The beaver that grew between Carol's legs was streaked and in some places matted with semen - lots of it. She slid her hands into it..... "AAAAAAAAAAA ! EEEEEEEEEEEEE ! The sound of the air horn jolted Carol back to the present. She looked up to her left and found a woman staring down at her from the cab of the semi. The woman was waving. Carol took her right hand out from between her legs where she had been massaging her very wet cunt lips and grabbed the steering wheel; with the other had she waved back. The truck continued to set it's pace by her. All of a sudden it dawned on her. The woman had caught her playing with herself and told her husband. The thought of them knowing turned her on. She pulled her skirt up higher and spread her legs a little wider. She switched hands again and was back to playing with herself. Carol looked up after a couple of miles. The woman was holding up a sign. "Next exit." After Carol nodded her head the semi moved behind her and followed. Her pussy was very slimy and greasy. She wished it had been two guys. Jesus ! What if it's two girls ? Willy was also the one who really turned her on to women. Oh ! She'd fiddled a round a bit but with Willy she got to be in charge and with another woman that really turned her on. She had the feeling that she was going to have another story to tell Willy. ***** CHAPTER TWO ***** Carol wiped her brow with her "T" shirt sleeve. Maybe, she should take her bra off ? Too late now, the driver was getting down from the cab. Carol sat and waited in the Camery. As the guy approached, she studied him in the rear view mirror. He was short, stocky with dark, very short hair. He was handsome in a rugged way. No where near like Willy. Willy was about six-one and pretty slight - about a hundred seventy-five. He's got graying hair that he wears in a pony tail that comes to just about the middle of his back. He runs a lot but, besides that, doesn't do anything for his body. He says the two of us are going to do a lot of traveling to Southern California so he can surf - maybe once a month or so. He wants Carol to get a job as a real estate agent so that she can have lots of time off and meet lots of people. Carol didn't especially want to work but was excited about meeting a lot of new people. "Hi ! My name is Brandon. My wife thought you might like to share a rest break with us ?" Carol looked up and smiled at Brandon. "I'm Carol Tamarack. You on the way to Las Vegas ?" Brandon leaned down and replied, "Yea ! We'll be going right through Las Vegas." Carol kept smiling, "What's the chance of you and the misses spending a night or so in "Vegas ?" "Well...We're not real gamblers. We kind of think 'Vegas...Well...is kind of for suckers." Carol expected him to give her a leering look when he said "suckers," but he didn't. "Well, my husband's expecting me tonight and I figure I can just make it..." She let that hang in the air. The guy was just a little younger than she was - maybe, mid-thirties. Brandon continued, "We usually only break for an hour or so...You know, then get back on the road. Las Vegas isn't one of the stops we planned." "You come through here often ?" Carol asked. "Yea ! About once a month. You wanna come back and meet the misses ?" "Sure..." Carol said and then got out of the Camery. The two of them walked together back to the cab of the semi. Brandon helped her up into the cab and then jumped up beside her. His wife was sitting in the passenger seat - - really a large lounge chair. When Brandon jumped up, Carol had to scoot over so that he could fit his ass into his lounge chair. He slammed the door and pulled Carol back so that she was some what sitting on the arm of the chair. "Linda...This is Carol. She wondered if we could spend a night or two in 'Vegas ?" Linda smiled at Carol and then said, "Not this trip but maybe the next time." She handed Carol a beer, she pulled from a cooler right behind her seat. Carol handed it to Brandon and took the second one offered. They made small talk for a while and Carol wondered if anything was ever going to happen. She took out her last joint, the one she'd smoked part of a while ago, and held it up. Brandon and Linda looked at each other but if any message was passed between them, Carol didn't see it. Five minutes later and about three drags apiece, the three of them were stoned. Carol moved back a little and rubbed her ass against Brandon's thigh in the process. He put his hand on her hip and gave it a little squeeze. Carol backed into the pressure and now had her ass hanging over the arm of the driver's seat. Brandon's hand moved from her hip to her butt and kept squeezing. Carol wasn't sure if Linda knew what he was doing. She was real stoned and just gawking about. Carol jumped a bit as Brandon started rubbing several fingers between the cheeks of her ass. Linda smiled at her and now Carol was positive she knew her husband was feeling her up. Willy always told her that everyone likes to watch. Carol could take it or leave it. She did enjoy being watched by men because it usually excited them like crazy, watching a woman getting her brains fucked out and begging for more. Brandon's fingers were becoming bolder. He was sliding them back and forth between the cheeks of her ass, right against her cunt lips. Involuntarily, she started to slide her ass back and forth on the arm of the chair. Linda reached out and grabbed Carol's thigh. Carol jumped up and Brandon pulled the back of her skirt up. Now, when she sat back down, she could feel the fuzz of the chair-arm against her bare skin just below her panties. Brandon pulled her back onto his lap. Carol could feel his hardon as she wiggled around to get comfortable. His hands were now coming up her sides and she knew he was going to play with her tits. Linda was still smiling at her when Carol blurted out. "Oh ! I can't do this. I thought I could but I just can't." Telling them she couldn't, after flirting a little with them, always drove them crazy...Gave them the impression that they were the first to lead her astray...Usually they threw her a super fuck. She jumped off Brandon's lap and tried to stand in the cab. She couldn't and was bent over quite a bit. She tried to stop Brandon's hand from reaching her pantied covered butt but he succeeded. When she turned her ass away from him, she felt Linda's hands reach up under her skirt and yank her panties down. She stopped when they were around her knees and slid her hands back up under Carol's skirt. Her hands were in her thick pubic hair. "Oh ! Brandon she's got the hairiest pussy." Brandon was unzipping his jeans while kicking off his boots. He yanked his jeans off and kicked them over by his jeans. His jockey shorts came off next and out popped his hard cock. Carol looked at it and then smiled at him. His cock wasn't bad, just a little longer than Willy's but a lot thicker. It was pointing up out of a forest of dark pubic hair and Carol didn't hesitate a moment before dropping to her knees and gobbling him up. He groaned. Linda shoved two fingers into her cunt and Carol came off his cock and yelled. "Oh ! Please...I need to get fucked...Real bad." Brandon damn near pulled her hair out trying to get her face out of his groin. Now he was pulling her to her feet and pushing her to the curtains at the rear of the cab. He was right behind her and had his hands on her ass. She climbed up on the mattress and turned to face him. He ripped off his "T" shirt. His chest was covered with a forest of dark curly hair. Carol laid on her back, yanked her panties all the way off and hiked up her skirt. Brandon climbed right up between her legs. She brought her legs up around him and felt for his cock with her hands, guiding him directly to her slimy, greasy cunt. Brandon slid himself all the way into her and then started fucking the shit out of her. She started cuming in just a little over a minute from the time he entered her. His cock was a blur as it fucked in and out of her cunt. Carol heard herself screaming, really just yelling. "Come on, stud...Fuck the shit out of me...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..." She started chanting and Brandon couldn't take the wild animal he had below him. She was like quicksand, surrounding him. Her cunt felt like it was tugging on his cock when he pulled it out of her and then opened wide when he forced it back into her. If only his wife had a cunt like this and what an ass. He had each of her volleyball sized ass cheeks in his hands and was massaging them as he drilled his cock in and out of her. He slid one of his index fingers down to her asshole and screwed it around until he buried about half his finger in her anus. "You want to fuck me in the ass, stud ?" Brandon started cuming. It started right behind his balls and rocketed through his ass and thighs. His stomach cramped up as Carol's cunt milked the cum out of his cock. They both felt their crotches become wet. Carol's thick bush becoming matted with the semen escaping from her cunt. Now he was fucking her like crazy and she could feel herself becoming wetter. She could feel his jizzim rolling down between the cheeks of her ass where his finger was still fucking in and out of her anus. As Brandon moved off of her, Linda jumped up on the bed. She was totally nude and had about an eight inch dildo strapped to her waist. Her tits were in Carol's league but while Carol's were still somewhat firm with just a little sag, Linda's were all sag. She had a hard time seeing the woman's bush - maybe, she shaved ? Her husband was just rolling away from her. Her stomach was covered with their combined sweat. She could see the streaks of his semen as it matted the hair on the top of her prominent mons. "Still want us to come and spend a couple of nights with you and your husband ?" Carol just spread her legs as a way of answering Linda and the woman fell between her legs. They both fumbled to get the dildo into her but once in, Linda proved to be the equal of her husband, driving that rubber dick in and out of her like there was no tomorrow...and this fucker would never get soft. She wondered if she'd be raw after Linda finished with her ? She remembered Willy getting fucked in the ass with a dildo - some wife of a friend - the husband was fucking the shit out of Willy's girl friend at the time. Willy was fucking the shit out of the wife's ass every time they met. Monica...Oh ! Monica (WT-A#10,12, WT-T#13) is the young lady staying with them. Monica told her all about it. Carol was sure that Willy was boning her every day if not more often, while she was gone. Carol wondered if it turned him on when the woman was fucking him with the dildo ? Linda finally rolled off of her only to be replaced with her husband. He felt small compared to the rubber dick she'd just had fucking in and out of her. Carol's cunt was getting raw. She rolled out from under him and said, "I'm a little sore." Then scooted down and sucked every inch of him into her mouth. The wife was fingering her anus. Her finger felt small compared to his. She could sense he was almost there and increased the pace of her bobbing head. Her hand slid up and down, following her mouth. She could feel his penis shudder in her hand and then he was filling her mouth with a warm load of jizzim. She swallowed every drop and only spit him out when he was soft and limp. "Yea ! My old man would love to meet you two. Would you mind if we video ?" ***** CHAPTER THREE ***** I must have looked at my watch twenty times in the last ten minutes. It was past ten p.m. (twenty-two hundred for you military diehards in the crowd), and I was worried. Carol told me she'd be in by eight. Maybe I got the wrong day. I've been pretty stoned recently. I missed Carol. I was horny and while I don't often get the raging hardons I used to, it's getting better. Monica and I fuck just about once a day and now I'm fucking my neighbor, Mrs. Abernathy...Dorthy Abernathy (WT-A#9). She's old enough to be my mother and I'm just fifty...Well...Let me start at the ending, really the beginning but who cares..... The morning Carol left, I started making daily visits to the cabin. Carol and I had spent the last two weeks drawing up plans. Carol surprised the shit out of me by suggesting that we build a secret room (more like a closet) above the stairs that led to, what she had christened, the "Weed Room." "What for Carol ?" "Oh ! Come on Willy. Don't play dumb with me. You'd love to watch yourself boning some young thing on the king sized bed in the bedroom. How about the two of us getting it on with...Say...Erin." About twenty minutes after Carol said those words I was climbing between her legs with my cock at the ready. Oh ! She felt good. I ate her for the first twenty minutes and she was almost liquid. Carol's pussy got so wet. I would often eat her for an hour or so. Some times I have to strap the dildo on and give it to her that way after I've eaten her, because the dick don't get hard as easy as it used to. Or she'll gobble me four hours even if I never get hard and suck the orgasm right out of me. She often leaves me writhing on the bed and then goes for some ice cubes. One of the first times we made it, I used ice cubes on her nipples. The contrast of her warm mouth sucking and nibbling with the ice cube pressed right up under my balls...It's out of this world. Carol tells me, I'm the only man in the world she'll do this with. As soon as I've started to show signs of life, she'll start reaming my asshole while her hand is wrapped around my cock. She just squeezes it every once and a while. I'm usually a wild man after about five minutes and have never lasted more than ten - even if I never get hard. If I do get hard, Carol will either fuck or suck the orgasm right out of me. Anyway, I've been up to the cabin almost every day, except at the beginning. I spent the first two days she was gone, setting up Anthony. Now, Anthony is the superintendent of the group of condos where I own one of the units. Anthony damn near got me into a heap of trouble a while back. So it's payback time. I called Gary Cahill (SL, WT-T#13); he has a son who was pretty cool. I explained what I had in mind. Gary has this real loud obnoxious laugh. That's all I could hear through the phone and then his son, Al (SL, WT-T#13) was on the phone. "Ahhh...Al ?" "Yea ! Willy, my dad said you wanted to talk to me." "Aaah...Ahhh...Well, Al......." I went on to describe my plan and soon Al was laughing like crazy. He told me that he'd talk to Diane. I'd met Diane (SL-Ch7,8,9,12,13,14,15 WT-T#13) a couple of weeks ago. Almost too old. Good well developed breasts - no sag there...Large mature areolae and nipples with a great dark haired bush between her legs. She told me she loved oral sex and I went on to eat her for a good half hour while an orgy rained around us. I love to eat pussy and often can't get enough. I think I could eat pussy for hours, all night and I have quite a few times in the past. Al called back that evening and told me Diane was willing to do it, if I'd promise her some of my weed. I had over a pound and a half of uncleaned leaves and bud from my farm back in Idaho. I had also rolled about four hundred joints and still had over two hundred left. I called Diane and asked if she had a friend who would be interested. She was sure she could find someone who was interested as long as there was plenty of "your super dope, Willy !" I was getting hard talking to her because I knew when the sting was done, I'd get to bone her. Maybe her friend would be a player too !? The next morning the girls were over about ten. They were dressed in jean shorts and tank tops. While Diane is dark headed; her friend, Gracie, is a blonde and I was already betting that she was blonde all over. Her tits dwarfed Diane's - almost small watermelon size. I was getting a woody just chatting with her. Ten minutes later they were down in the communal dressing room. They spent half the day by the pool and left in Gracie's car about mid- afternoon. Now, Anthony, the superintendent I was talking about...Well, if it had been two teenage guys; Anthony would have shoed them away. Things looked promising but it was three days before he took the bait. Anthony has a reputation...Well, nobody has ever caught him...but there have been lots of rumors. Well, if he's innocent, he won't take the bait, right !? On the morning in question, Anthony entered the woman's changing room about five minutes to ten. I was sitting in a comfortable chair by my window. I had some binoculars, mounted on my tripod, trained on the pool area. I picked up the phone and dialed Diane's cell phone. They were just pulling into the complex. She sounded excited when I told her that Anthony was in the changing room. I could hear Gracie giggling and laughing as Diane told her. I called Mrs. Abernathy and told her it was "D" day. She always got a kick out of it when I used W.W.II terminology. She hung up and dialed the Henderson Police Department. I moved out to the porch and set up my folding lawn chair on the grass that slopped down to the pool. I saw the girls enter the pool area and head toward the changing room. When I call Diane again...Well, the ringing of the phone was to be the signal that the cops were coming into the pool area. The girls were going to start looking for Anthony and when they found him, yell their brains out. Here comes the cops. I dialed the phone and faintly heard it ring in the changing room. The cops weren't half way across the pool when the yelling and screaming started. Anthony was running out just as the cops got to the woman's entrance...And ran right into the cops. I noticed Mrs. Abernathy standing on the sidewalk by the rear of her condo. She was dressed like she was going to the store. Nice try, Mrs. "A." You don't fool Willy Tamarack, not for a second. The two of us watched as the police pushed Anthony back into the dressing room. Some more shrieks from the girls. Both Dorthy and I had small smiles on our faces as the cops dragged him away in handcuffs. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 5.5.3a iQCVAwUBNZ/IZ5o9y+4wL+b1AQEs5AP+OYj46UdsnPXDcVp2/ubAb/lzcE7sEKFu 3AACkKKaZ/0lsrXqmf+mRxq5P5lf7oJ2BUA0DkDYoUBbPHkPSp5oFMVGf5oIQxFo 8L9C/JTCbsWwufhsssodGLRTPq9UAmA02KYprhwGWIlLkRfsWFIQh001xFfnMQCu yjBbA1qytas= =jz4n -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- Frederick T. hangten "You should have been here yesterday....." 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