Message-ID: <39862asstr$1039961404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20021214150902.23511.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: "Frederick T." X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Dec 2002 15:09:02 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} "The Shit Hits the Fan"{Frederick T.}(M+F+ interr mock-rape)[4/4] Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 09:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman Author: Frederick T. Title: The Shit Hits the Fan Part: 4 of 4 Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga Summary: Keywords: (M+F+ interr mock-rape) Language: English -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 1999 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 hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other as such. A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy." As always, e-mail your comments to the usual. WILLY TAMARACK ONE MORE TIME AGAIN, FOR A WHILE THE STORIES "The Shit Hits the Fan" Part Four (M+F+ interr mock-rape) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN ***** "I sense you have bad news, Stephan." "Boss...The cunt just disappeared. She was seen entering the complex two nights ago and her car was parked across from the condo. It's still there. All her stuff's still in the condo...Clothes and all that shit. Beats the fuck out of me where she's gone ?" "Carol says the bitch'll hide out on the West coast. She goes way, way back with Tamarack...Further than Carol does. She'll be no help finding her but see what you can find out. I'm more interested in where that fucker Tamarack is. Montana has me convinced he's alive but claims he hasn't a clue where he is ? Carol figures we've seen the last of him. But, I'd like to make sure. I've got a lot of plans for Ms. Tamarack." He chuckled a bit and Stephan left the room. ***** The bullet train was racing South at it's usual ninety miles an hour as I watched Mt. Fuji appear out of the low clouds, scud and drizzle. Hamamatsu would be clear but cold. .....The surfboard shop was up North of Akihabra. I bought them right off the rack. I was stoked there were some long boards and tried to meet Dale's specifications as close as I could. The young japanese guy behind the counter was amazed at the amount of resin, catalyst, extra skegs...Shit ! The works ! I bought it all and the fucker even said he'd ship it the next day. I spent the night in a little drab hotel and ate mediocre sushi across the street. There wasn't a round-eye in sight when I slinked back to my room for an early night..... Fuji was majestic in it's winter coat of white and I flashed back to the year I climbed it with my wife and children. The exhilaration on my boy's faces as they held their walking sticks out to get the final stamp branded into the wood. The way the beer tasted at the top. The rush I got when I lit my first cigarette.....I met him that first year I was stationed in Tokyo. I gave some lecture at their air command and staff college, only they called it something different. He was one of the students, a former demonstration pilot for their number one fighter, the F-1 (kind of like the U.S. F-4 - a multi purpose fighter) and a member of their acrobatic team. We shared the sunrise with several Filipino women and quite a lot of whisky. Now, this was back in the days when I was married with children, plus an officer and gentleman...A pillar of the community and all that shit. We honestly just drank and bullshit with them all night and then took them out to breakfast. I can't remember when I started to change. It was well before my family didn't come home that afternoon. Every trip I made to teach the course, he met me. His english was so shitty and my japanese so bad that we would end up swearing at each other. Then laughed like fools at each other. My wife and I used to send his family a greeting at Christmas. This part of the plan was rather weak and I was praying for a lot of help on this one. This would all be up to Whoever ? The train platform was a brisk forty-two degrees and I hurried to find a cab. I had the cabby drop me off several blocks from the base and wandered around to find some descent sushi for lunch. The pack of cards was harder to find but at about fourteen hundred hours a very well dressed gaijin gentleman was presenting an envelope to the guard at the main gate of the japanese self defense force's first air force base. He burst into the sushi bar a little after sixteen-thirty. He was dressed in mufti...Thank God ! "Ace" ! His idea to make it easier for the dumb gaijin. I could never pronounce his given name, even today but that never stopped me from making him call me "Willy." That was a mouth full for an oriental and I was laughing already as he made right for my table. I was up, hugging him. We poured each other beer and he laughed at the way I contacted him. His english was much better than my japanese so we conversed in my native tongue. His "Willy" was perfect but I gave him some shit about it anyway. We ended up just about where we did over twenty years ago...Just fucking drunker than dirt, trying to escort a couple of filipino girls half our age back to the hotel. We made it but I'm not sure there was much sex involved. I woke the next morning, still in my boxer shorts. My young friend was fully dressed, sleeping in the chair across the room. The TV was blaring some japanese soap opera and it was after noon. I got righteously stoned and slept all the way back to Tokyo on the bullet train...Less than a week to go. Not much time and I had a lot of shit to do. In three days I was ready to go. I sent Neal an invitation to the going away party and pressed Kori to find me a very young lady. It was going to be touch and go. I considered selling some dope around the american school in japan but in this country, that was very, very risky...Even with the protection, I was supposed to have ? ***** CHAPTER FIFTEEN ***** She looked no more that thirteen, maybe fourteen...Wearing a uniform skirt and tunic, her breasts just beginning to fill out the tunic. Really they were just small mounds with no definite shape. Her black hair was cut short up around her cheek bones. Her teeth were typical of a young girl who hasn't seen an orthodontist. She was carrying her shoes, bare footed, walking among the sand dunes. The wind was out of the North and cold. This was beginning to look like a real stupid idea. Be a whole lot more realistic if it was Summer but I didn't have the time. The gusts were probably in the twenties, the ocean a froth of wind driven waves. The young japanese girl had just looked up. When she saw the man with the video camera, she started running. The man with the camera followed. Later this segment would be almost useless, he thought as he chased her. He was wrong. It was what made the movie. He caught her as she entered the view of the camera on the tripod. He had her pinned to the sand and was running his hand up under her skirt. You could see the bulge of his hardon in his sweat pants. He started pulling a bag out of his jeans, over her head it went. He tied her wrists with twine. The young girl struggled for a bit but the man was busy lighting a big, fat marijuana cigarette. He exhaled into the bag several times. The struggling finally ceased after about five or six bags full of smoke. The man produced a larger bag and stuffed the rag doll-like figure into it. It was a short walk from the dunes to the car and into the trunk she went. The man drove off. If you were watching ? The girl climbed over into the front seat after the car had driven about a hundred feet. Then the car stopped and the man ran back and retrieved the tripod and video camera. The next scene opened with the man carrying the bag over his shoulder as he worked his way into a small japanese apartment. There was no struggling from inside the bag. The whole room was covered in sleeping mats. The man carefully laid the bag down and immediately opened the draw string. The young girl's head lolled out of the bag. Her eyes opened as the man pulled the rest of the bag off her. She rolled to a wall and tried to focus her eyes on the man. His laughter filled the room and then his sweat pants were coming down. The waist got hung up on the boner sticking out of his groin. It bobbed around when he pulled the sweats down. He kicked them off with his feet as he lit up the big joint again. The girl was cowering in the corner of the room. He approached her with the joint held out in his hand...As if he were offering it to her. She tried to become one with the corner. His lips were against hers. He fought to open her mouth and then his tongue was invading her. Her tongue hid...Didn't know what to do ? The smoke filled her mouth. She coughed but his tongue never left her mouth and soon her tongue was fencing with his. Another drag and he was blowing it into her mouth. His hands were massaging her breasts, his groin grinding it's muscle against her hip and belly. She followed him after he left her in the corner and stood by him as he lay down on the sleeping mats. He offered her the joint and she accepted. He coached her in japanese how to smoke it and off she went. A coughing spasm followed so he told her to sit. She was sitting opposite his hard phallus and was embarrassed to look at it. He laughed and told her to smoke more. She did and this time the coughing was not bad at all. The man was stroking her bare thigh up under her skirt. She was smoking again and now he was on his knees next to her, pulling her blouse apart. The buttons bounced around on the sleeping mat. His hands were all over the bare mounds growing out of her chest. His mouth was on her bare neck and his tongue was wetting her skin. Her hands tried to capture his, whether to pull them away or encourage more action ? It was hard to tell. He thrust her hands down to his cock and forced them to touch and caress his hard meat. The coaching lasted over five minutes. By then she was stroking him like a pro. He was jerking around in front of her when a large squirt of semen flew out of his cock and splattered against her stomach. He laughed as his cock got slippery with his seed. The young girl was lowered to her back as the man licked his cum off her stomach. She giggled when his tongue reamed into her belly button. His hands were busy at her waist, undoing her skirt. Down it came, panties and all. Her lower stomach looked bare but when the man pulled her legs apart, her cunt lips were covered with a thick mat of straight black hair. He lowered his head and buried his face in the young thing's groin. She bucked and then moaned real low. The man's head was still but his tongue was reaming it's way into the young thing's cunt, right between her plump lips, right up to her tiny clitoris. She bucked again and this time it was a very loud moan. The man had her bent onto her back and was slathering her groin with saliva. Her cunt lips were slick with his spit and her cunt butter. You could see the man's hard cock grinding against the young girl's back. He was pulling her over on top of him as he rolled to his back on the sleeping mats. His boner was poking into her butt as she wiggled around on top of him. He was trying to line her up so he could thrust his cock up into her belly. Twice, he shot up between the cheeks of her slender butt. "Shack, Lead !" Third times the charm. The man's cock exploded into the young girl's tight cunt. The scream sounded real and the blood looked real. The fucking not only looked real but was real while the scream and blood...Must you be reminded, are simulated as are the cum shots !?! The man was like an oil derrick below the young girl and the sound of wet meat slapping together was filling the room. They changed positions and the man fucked the young thing from behind until he shot a long streak of cum up into her hair. The gray-white in the dark black was impossible to miss and quite an ending to this epic. ***** The room was full this time but there were a lot of underlings. The word must have got around. I passed out lots of cigars and the room filled with smoke. I moved off to the side of the head table and waited patiently. My benefactor and his son beckoned me. I knelt. "Aaah...While like it's really been a blast...I'm going to be leaving a little bit ahead of schedule. I think the deal was two movies and maybe a couple of farms...Well, I didn't quite get to the farms but..." I held out the box and bowed. The younger man accepted it and smiled broadly when he saw the quarter pound of bud. The lights came down after everyone was well lubricated and then total silence as the video lit up the room. It was real...Well, to them it was. You could feel the vibrations in the room...The moods...Disgust, envy, desire, despair...All mixed with the sound of fucking filling the room. The pounding of a hard dick into a soft, sweet pussy. Polite applause started it and then men were getting to their feet and the clapping got louder. Several made a move to the gaijin and slapped him on the back. More sake, more dope. The men were keyed up and eager to get home to their women. They would be spent tomorrow morning and back to just being whatever ?! I cornered the son of my benefactor and begged for a couple of last minute favors. "Anything...Willy-san. You paid way too much for your protection. My father insists, if you come back, you must start on the farms. He claims it increases his potency." I laughed as he handed me an envelope. It wasn't a check. He left the room and came back with a card. "Give it to the doorman. He will know where to take it and then enjoy an evening on us. Comped...As they say in Las Vegas." He laughed. I wasn't totally surprised he knew about Hamamatsu. I'm sure they had eyes every where but I don't think they realized my relationship with "Ace." We appeared to meet each other for the first time at the "Filipino" Club. "One last thing." I bowed at the waist. He yanked me up. "Enough of this shit !" I handed him another, larger package. Now, it was all shit from Las Vegas but there was some pretty good video there. He started to open it. I stopped him. "For you and your dad's pleasure only. After viewing them you can decide what you want to do with them. My treat. Your protection was invaluable...Precious as life itself. Enjoy them." I bowed and backed away. At the door I was stopped by the muscle. He looked over my shoulder and then was backing out of the way. I was out into the hall and heading for the elevator. It was eleven. Kori should be enticing Neal out of the sushi bar right about now. The train took forever but I finally met Misha at the Fussa Mickey D's about midnight. We hurried to the hotel and entered the room just as Neal was filling Kori's cunt with a ton of jizzim. Misha laughed when Neal rose up off Kori like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie drawer. Misha was stripping off her clothes and Neal's rage turned to interest. He'd quit calling me a "fucking faggot," anyway. I wasted no time and was filling Kori's hemorrhaging cunt with my boner and then Neal was laughing his ass off as Misha started sucking his cum soaked dick. Colonel Neal Henderson didn't quite make it to the office the next morning but a quite nondescript, well dressed gaijin boarded the Tokyo station bullet train for Hamamatsu at zero seven forty-five. ***** CHAPTER SIXTEEN ***** The temperature on the platform didn't feel that much warmer than the other day but the thermometer said it was fifteen degrees warmer. Maybe, an early Spring ? I slipped off the platform and grabbed a cab. I demanded to view the room before registering and looked at two before I was satisfied. The room was just below the penthouses. While nice, it wasn't anything like the penthouse. But then it should be for four hundred big ones...Not yen, either. A half hour later I was wandering the streets. "Ace" had control now. I ate a leisurely lunch and was right there for the pick-up. "Ace" was driving in his lieutenant colonel's uniform and I was busy transforming myself into major general Tamarack. The staff of the hotel snapped to when we burst into the lobby. I wasn't there ten seconds before "Ace" berated the staff for not having their shit together. After a lot of air sucking and bowing we were riding up in the elevator. Getting the girls up was going to be a lot harder. I changed and wandered out of the hotel about an hour later. "Ace" came down in mufti and drove the limo back to the base. I thought the two star flag, flying from the bumper was really a kick. I took a cab and was there just as the doors opened. It was dark and the place was rather nondescript but I was alert and hadn't had a joint in over an hour or so. I was hoping this card would work for more than just the girls. I bowed and presented the card to a very nice looking filipino young lady. She was confused, looking at the card. Like she'd never seen anything like it. A japanese gentleman appeared out of nowhere and took the card out of the girl's hand and glanced at it. His head was on it's way up to stare me down when he looked again at the card, bowed deeply and backed away. Going to get more fire power is what I figured. The guy was putting on his coat even though I was just wearing a nylon wind breaker. He bowed deeply and bade me follow him. Off I went, right through the club and into the back. I was introduced to another gentleman and several girls entered the room. The wine, women and song started right then and there. "Ace" was escorted into the room and then the head heavy politely asked me to accompany him to another room. He apologized for not being more accommodating when I arrived. I laughed and torched up a big joint. The money was a surprise...A large box of it...All yen. He was supposed to deliver it right away. It just arrived, he assured me. I asked if he could change it to dollars and deliver it before six tomorrow evening. He bowed deeply and I wrote out the name of the hotel..... "Ace" and I were wandering through the club, flirting with the young ladies. I told "Ace" we should think about taking three or four with us. He was telling me that bringing that many would just make it easier for him to prove his sexual superiority. I laughed my ass off. He was drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniel's and I figured it was all over but the shouting. We both got antsy when the club started to fill up with japanese gentleman but that didn't deter us from dancing with every girl there. We knew a few of them but had always been so fucked up, not much happened. I finally convinced "Ace" to stop drinking and was in one of the private rooms with him and a couple of young ladies. He laughed at the cigar I handed him. Called me a "cheap Charlie" for bringing just one. I laughed back and encouraged him to inhale. He took a deep drag. "Good-by, 'Ace'!" His japanese sounded like a third graders. I took a drag and passed it to my date. She was pretty good size for a filipino. I sucked the smoke out of her mouth and blew it back to her. She fell back against the sofa couch. I laughed as "Ace" was dancing around the room to some mysterious, hidden music. I was sure he was the only one listening to that channel. I encouraged the other filipino girl to take a drag and then hot boxed her. She joined her friend. I wandered back to the dance floor for a while and came back with two more. Everyone was dancing when we entered the room. Two more small ones, like little girls. More hot boxing and we were all dancing around in the room with no music. It was a riot. The limo arrived right on time. Off we went. I took my time dressing as the rest of the group were in the ozone. I took a couple of hits and joined them. I marched into the lobby and went right up to the desk. In my limited japanese I ordered the clerk to get my briefcase out of the safe. It had important documents in it that I needed to review. Off he went and my arm went up. "Ace" pulled the girls through the lobby and into the elevator. Up they went with time to spare. The clerk was back with my briefcase and noticed the elevator going up. He asked me who had come through the lobby and I told him my japanese aide. The clerk checked the video of the elevator and found just "Ace" smiling back at the camera. I rustled around a bit in the briefcase and finally snapped it shut. The elevator arrived at the bottom floor as I approached. I bid the clerk good-night and was off. My cock was starting to get hard. I imagined "Ace" already in the process of balling one of them, the other three watching. I lit up the joint at the fifteenth floor and walked to the penthouse. "Ace" was ready to go over the side. The girls were all looking on in puzzlement. Down he went. The frame went up as he was half way down, repelling his way to my suite. I had the pulley set up and the first girl in the basket when I felt the tug. Over the side she went. I steadied the basket and down she went. It took us less than ten minutes and I was lowering the frame to the patio floor and untangling the rope. If you think I'm going to repel down seven or eight feet while fifteen stories up...You're on drugs ! Now, I've done some other crazy shit..... The stereo was cranking and the pot smoke was filling the room. God ! These people would go crazy on it. That's why the old man was disappointed ! I took a hit off the bong and zoomed into space with the rest of them. Two of the girls got naked pretty fast but I beat them there and was coaxing the other two to get naked. My cock was like stone and "Ace" was laughing his ass off. He stopped abruptly when one of the small ones started pulling his slacks off. "Ace's" cock was a hot dog in his white briefs. I quite pulling on the lady I was coaxing to get undressed and made my cock bob in my crotch. "Ace" was laughing his ass off again. He kept laughing as the young thing started sucking his cock but that didn't last long. His cock was about the exact replica of mine although he was uncircumcised. The little filipino was reaming her tongue between his foreskin and his cock head. I crawled up on to the reluctant one's lap and started kissing her. She didn't try to push me away very hard and it only lasted a second or two. My tongue was fencing with a very willing partner just a few seconds after that. Her blouse opened easily and she thrust her tits forward as I reached behind her to remove her bra. Her nipples were very erect about a half an inch long and thick...About finger size. Her breast meat was firm and didn't jiggle much but her tits overflowed my hands. She was shucking off her blouse and bra while I was sucking on her nipples. As soon as she was topless, I pushed her hands to my groin and filled her hands with my cock. Her mouth was next and I stood on the couch as she gobbled me up. My hands were in her hair and I was pulling and pushing her mouth back and forth on my cock. Her lips were slick and I could feel her tongue paint itself against my bone. One of the others was watching from the end of the couch. I told her to spread her legs. Her cunt opened a bit and it was moist. I beckoned her. She smiled and told me I was busy. I laughed and lunged for her. She was stoned and very slow. My hands were on the back of her thighs and I was bending her back. My cock went in smoothly and her eyes got wide when I bottomed out. She was very tight but not at all bony...Sweet meat, here I come. I was in over drive when I felt the other one at my back. Her breasts were mashed against my back and she was rubbing my chest. I was sweating. She had her hands on my back and they were approaching my ass. My hips were like a jack hammer gone mad. When the one behind me grasped my balls, I exploded and like a man electrocuted; I jumped away from my partner. My cock was still hard but now it was covered with a glaze of cunt butter. "Ace" was fucking the shit out of one of them. She was squealing from the other bed. The one with the big tits was naked. Her loins were covered with an untamed forest of dark black pubic hair. I went for her and had her legs over my shoulders in seconds. My face was buried in her loins, lapping at her nectar. Her cunt lips were thin lines of flesh and her pearl was prominent. I licked at my leisure until she was babbling incoherently. Time to do some strokin' ! I was up and in her in a flash and the fucking began. The sweat was pouring off me as I labored above her. The slapping sound filled the room. "Ace" was saying something but I was way out there and just heard sound. I could feel her cunt grasping me, squeezing the life out of he and then I was spasaming above her. I could feel my bone twitch in her womb and then I was gone. I came back. Who knows how long I was gone ? I was on my back and my breath smelled of pussy. My face was covered in a glaze of "C" butter. I licked my lips. They were still moist. The room was silent. ***** CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ***** Mean while, back at the ranch: "Hey ! Boss, we got a feeler on some white guy selling porno in Tokyo. Nobody seems to have a name on this guy. Just a white guy in jap land, selling high grade porno." "That's him, Stephan. But unless you got someone on him right now. He'll disappear like smoke. Somebody is letting you smell this scent. It's Tamarack all right but he's in his environment now. Carol says he spent years over there and has people we could never reach...Military types." "But, boss ! We're checking all the flights." Elija laughed. "Oh ! Shit, Stephan...He'll never take a flight. He'll fly himself out of there or figure a way to do it without anyone catching him. He could be any one of a hundred people by now. No, Stephan, he's gone. We'll never find him now but keep all the feelers out anyway." "Normally that wouldn't be to hard. Word is there's a hundred or so videos roaming around Tokyo. I think the fucker was a little bigger than we thought. You think he's got connections ? "Nah...Stephan, this Tamarack fucker is a loner. He would have made a great agent back when we needed a lot of soldiers. He's a dying breed and should be put out of his misery. He'll turn up and we'll be ready to accommodate him very nicely." Stephan had his first doubts at that moment. Elija was taking too much advice from that "Tamarack" broad. His brain was going to mush. Shit ! No way anyone would give up a guy making them millions. Seems this Tamarack makes friends of everyone ?! ***** The girls went out the back early the following afternoon. "Ace" and I went back to bed. It was dark when we woke. I didn't feel too bad but "Ace" had a slight headache. We ordered from room service and ate a feast about midnight. We were at the airport a little after one. Gear in the well at zero two hundred. We'd both just popped enough dextrin to keep an army awake for a month. About half way to Okinawa "Ace" changed flight plans. Two minutes later, using different call letters, I called attempted to open a flight plan. Our call signs were similar enough that quite a confusion was caused. My transmissions faded out and then so did "Ace's." I was positive they were clueless and could care less as we were light airplanes. Who gives a shit if those fuckers die ? They're rich fuckers. We gassed up in Okinawa about five and I tossed both flight plans on the operations desk before we left. They both said closed and I figured that since one of us got gas...Well, nobody was going to check anyway. It was early afternoon when we sighted land. "Ace" had procured some very finely detailed maps and we were only about three miles South of our destination. We came over the field at about three hundred feet. The throttle was in idle and we were almost silent. "Ace's" landing was just about perfect and he shut down the engine as we coasted toward the barrels. There were three of them and they cost me a lot of bread. We were playing with pros but then I was paying for pros. I figured it was an even trade. We tested the gas and then pumped our brains out. "Ace" and I shared a little rice. The idea was for him to get back about two in the morning. We had some time to waste. We told lots of stories. He was checking the gas again, draining water out of it. We hugged and "Ace" told me my japanese wasn't too bad for a gaijin...Who's self taught, mind you. I hugged him again and told him his english was first class. The dust settled quickly after he broke ground. He rocked his wings before disappearing over the horizon. He wasn't very high. I headed for the bushes and started walking. The road was just beyond the jungle. ***** "Hey ! Boss...You're not going to believe this. We got confirmation that Tamarack is in Japan. DEA says they tracked his passport number to Tokyo...Some air force flight into some air force base I can't pronounce. Three months ago...They knew this. I think Montana was embarrassed. They have little or no sources and even when Wayne told the japs that Tamarack was a known dope smuggler they showed little interest...You don't suppose he got real close to their mob do you ? They can't stand round eyes." Elija looked deep in thought. Stephan started giggling. "What's so fucking funny ?" "Get this...There's some video going around showing the two DEA guys who survived the shoot out...You know...Showing them fucking the shit out of some girl scouts. It's got to be Tamarack. There's also one of Wayne Montana with Tamarack's wife and some young chick...Supposedly his daughter. I don't think Wayne's going to be thinking about much but getting Tamarack. Word is he's toast...Kicked out of the DEA." Elija smiled. Willy was settling down for a while...Maybe a year or two ? How could he smoke him out ? He'd have to think about it. He'd find him...He was sure of that. The world wasn't that big. end !!! 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