Message-ID: <45953asstr$1072066202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031222021024.74142.qmail@web60410.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2003 18:10:24 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Glen Wiseman 16 (mf mmf ffm ff mm slow) Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2003 23:10:02 -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: hoisingr, hecate __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "GW16.txt" begin> Glen Wiseman By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003 Chapter 16 The Metchettes' mobile home was nice as far as mobile homes went. It was a small mobile home, but the Metchettes had picked it up for almost nothing. It had been repossessed and they had paid only the balance due. Their permanent house was being built a little ways down the street. In fact, the work crew was down there working on it right now. Glen sat in one of the cheap chairs that came with the mobile home and looked around at the living room. It was very small, but he recognized the cleverness with which Cliff had set up his situation. When his house was completed, Cliff could either sell the mobile home or rent it out. Either way, he would probably make a profit. The telephone rang and Glen turned to stare at it. Cliff had warned him not to answer it until after the answering machine had come on. This would allow him to screen the call and make sure that he wasn't going to be subjected to insults. Glen was expecting a call from the Sheriff and almost decided to answer, but felt like he should wait. The answering machine finally kicked in. The voice on the other end immediately said, "Sinners, you are going to burn! Burn, do you hear me? The flames of earth will send you to the flames of hell. Sinners! Demon Spawn! First, we'll take care of you and then your slut sisters shall join you in hell!" Glen was half tempted to pick up the phone. He wanted to tell the caller that he was talking to the switchboard in hell and if the caller would only give the name of the specific demon he would make the appropriate connection. He resisted the urge as he realized that they had no sense of humor and it would only anger them. He listened as the caller continued to rant and rave. Only about a third of what the caller said was even legible. It was one threat after another, although most of them were simply absurd. He wondered if this call had anything to do with the fact that the Reverend's hearing was today. After five minutes the caller hung up. Glen went into the kitchen and got a soft drink out of the refrigerator. It really was a small place and he wondered how the three of them could live here. He was curious about the twin's bedroom, but chose not to investigate. He knew that if the circumstances were reversed that they would be through everything in the room in a minute. "Oh well," he thought to himself, "that's the nature of women." Even as he thought it, he realized how sexist that was. It wasn't a woman's nature at work, it was the twin's nature at work. He returned to the living room as the phone rang again. He waited for the answering machine to pick up the call. A different voice started talking, "Sinners, repent. The day of judgement is upon you. You are an abomination in the eyes of the Lord and you shall soon feel his wrath. The servants of the Lord shall do his bidding!" Glen answered out loud, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. Me good, you bad. Bad people die. Rah, rah, rah!" The voice continued to prattle on for several minutes. Glen just watched the answering machine record the message. He shook his head as he realized just how stupid these people really were. There was nothing like leaving recorded messages of threats to help bring a case against you if something ever happened. The person quit talking and hung up after about five minutes. Glen wondered if they were being timed by someone. It was definitely bizarre. The telephone almost immediately rang again. He waited for the answering machine to pick up the call. This time, the voice that spoke was very calm. "The next Witch's Sabbath, you shall burn like all witches should burn!" The caller hung up almost immediately. The other calls were nuisance, but this one was scary. Glen didn't recognize the voice, but that didn't mean the Sheriff wouldn't. He decided that Cliff would have to take this tape to the Sheriff. Such definite threats could not go undocumented. The phone rang again. Glenn waited for the answering machine to pick it up and took a sip of the soft drink while he waited. He picked up the phone when he heard the voice of the Sheriff. He said, "Hey, Sheriff. This is Glen." Dale replied testily, "I've been trying to call for the past half an hour. The phone has been busy the entire time." Glen replied, "Oh just getting a series of death threats here. One of them even said what they would do and when they would act. You know, the normal kind of thing you have to expect when you're evil." The Sheriff didn't laugh. He said, "Glen, this is very serious. The Reverend didn't show up for his court appearance." "Oh, shit." "Right, oh, shit." the Sheriff replied. He said, "These guys are definitely upping the ante. Look, they don't care about the law. They think they are the law. Reverend Jonathan Corwin thinks he is judge, jury, and executioner." This was not a good situation and it would be easy to blame Cliff. In fact, Glen had given Cliff a lot of grief about publishing that editorial about God. Now, he realized that this was the kind of guy that was just looking for an excuse to be hateful. If it hadn't been Cliff, it would have been someone else. This guy was as sick as Amos Orvin. He said, "Dale, I'm going to ask you for a piece of advice and I want you to think about it before you answer." "What?" Glen asked, "What should I do if they show up here?" There was a long silence on the phone. Dale knew exactly what Glen was asking. He said, "Use appropriate force to stop them." Glen didn't reply for a moment and then said, "That doesn't answer my question." "Damn it, Glen. Don't make me say it." Glen said, "I'll never tell anyone what you said." The Sheriff was quiet for a long time and then he said, "If you are outnumbered, use lethal force. Don't stop until you have superior numbers." Glen was silent for a moment and then said, "Thank you, Dale. That's a bit more than I was expecting." "I never said it." "I never heard it." After the Sheriff hung up the phone, Glen set the handset back on the phone. He went back to the chair to wait for the Metchettes. All three of them were at the house checking out the progress on the new building. They would be home soon and he could hardly wait. They didn't want him to see it until it was completed. He picked up his pistol and stepped out the front of the mobile home. The view wasn't very good, but it was their temporary home. They hadn't spent much time trying to make it fancy. They were spending their money on their real home. He walked around the mobile home checking out the surroundings. A buck had passed right beneath the window recently. It was possibly less than five minutes ago, since the dirt was still moving into the track left behind. He heard the truck of the Metchettes pull up in front of the house. He came around and greeted them by calling out, "Hello. Have fun at the new house?" Wanda smiled and said, "Oh, yes. It is really looking quite nice." Sandra winked and added, "We can't wait to get you there when it is done." Glen wasn't sure what they were promising, but he knew that when they got into this mood it suggested that he would enjoy it. He turned to Cliff and, in a very serious tone of voice, said, "I hate to be a downer, but I need to talk to you for a minute." The twins glanced at each other and then went into the house. They knew that tone of voice and what it meant when Glen used it. It always meant that he was going to give Cliff some bad news. Cliff watched the twins as the closed the door behind themselves. He turned to Glen and said, "Okay. What's up?" "I talked to the Sheriff while you were gone. We need to prepare for war. I want you to take the twins to town. Give the Sheriff the tape to your answering machine. They made some definite threats and identified a probable time when they would attack." Cliff looked worried and asked, "What kind of threats?" "They threatened to burn you like a witch." Looking at Glen, Cliff paled as he thought about the threat. Taking a deep breath to calm down and to find courage to face the situation, he said, "Forewarned is forearmed." "Exactly. We have a lot of work to do." Glen looked around at the mobile home. It wasn't going to be easy to protect it. The woods were too close to the trailer. He looked at the road and wondered what could be done to help secure it. Cliff thought about it for a minute and then asked, "Where will you be while I'm in town?" In a deadly tone of voice, Glen answered, "I've got a little shopping to do." It wasn't long before Cliff and Wanda headed into town to see the Sheriff. Refusing to go with them stating that someone had to go with Glen, she stayed behind to cover his back. Glen didn't feel like fighting her over it since she was just doing what he had told them to do. They drove to the mall and went into the sporting goods store. Glen looked around before spotting Henry. It didn't take Henry a minute before he noticed Glen waving at him. His last sale to Glen had gotten him a good bonus. There was no telling what was going to happen today. He greeted Glen, "Hello, Glen. Is there something that I can do for you?" Glen smiled and nodded as he said, "I need some guns." Henry smiled as he realized this was going to be another big sale. He gestured for Glen to follow him to the Gun section. When they arrived, Glen's eyes looked over the weapons there. He smiled as he considered the firepower represented there. He said, "I'll take two of those .22 caliber rifles. Outfit them with 4X scopes. I'll take two of those .30-06 rifles. Outfit them with 12X scopes. I'll take two of those 20 gauge pump shotguns." Henry's eyes lit up at the money that sale represented. Glen moved over to the ammo section and looked over what they had. He stated, "Give me four of those boxes of .22 caliber long rifle bullets. The 500 round boxes. That will last them about ten days. Give me ten boxes of the 20 gauge number 4 buckshot. Let's see, that's 50 rounds. That's not enough, double it. Give me 100 rounds of the .30-06." Henry put all of the stuff on the counter. He stated, "You'll have to mount the scopes yourself." "Okay, add the mounting gear as well." As Henry looked at the pile of guns and ammo, he asked, "You going to war?" Glen frowned and answered, "Not yet. This is just to train the twins on how to shoot." "Really?" "Yes, really. They are going to fire fifty rounds in the morning and another fifty rounds in the afternoon with the .22 caliber. Then I'll move them up to the .30-06," replied Glen. He had learned to shoot the same way. His father had taken him out with his old .22 caliber rifle every day for a month. A hundred rounds a day. By the end of the month, he had no trouble hitting the target with a very good grouping. He didn't have any trouble moving up to the larger caliber rifles. Henry asked, "Anything else?" Glen nodded and pointed to the paper targets. He said, "I'll take a hundred of the small targets and ten of the large." Henry rang it all up on the register and whistled. This was a nine hundred dollar sale. He was going to be salesmen of the month again. He handed Glen a form to fill out. Glen looked it over and sighed. He filled out the form indicating that he wasn't a convicted felon and hadn't been in a mental institution in the past five years. He handed over his drivers license and let Henry fill out the identification part. When they were done, Henry looked up and said, "Well, I can give you the guns in 72 hours." Glen snorted, "What?" Henry nodded his head and said, "New law. Have to have a 72 hour cooling down period. I can let you have everything else to take home now though." Understanding that arguing was useless, Glen accepted Henry's statement. He said, "No problem. I'll take all you'll let me leave with now and come back for the guns." Breathing a sigh of relief, Henry realized that he had been worried that Glen would change his mind. If Glen went to a private individual, he could get the guns right now. He said, "I'll take it to the loading dock and you can drive up. No sense carrying all of this stuff through the mall." Sandra had watched the whole exchange with a mounting sense of dread. She wondered if he actually expected her to learn how to shoot all of those weapons. Practicing with his shotgun had been a painful experience, the damn thing hurt her shoulder every time she had fired it. She could barely hit the broad side of a barn with it, even though it was loaded with buckshot. She followed Glen back to the truck. He pulled it around the mall and drove up to the loading dock. Henry was standing on the dock waving to him. Glen parked the truck and went to the loading dock. As Henry handed down the bags, Glen carried them over to the truck and put them in the cab. The last few bags were much lighter since they had the targets and the scopes. Henry waved goodbye to Glen and closed the door of the loading dock. As Glen drove off, Sandra looked at the pile of packages around her. She asked, "Were you serious about us learning how to shoot?" Glen answered, "You bet your sweet ass, I'm serious. Nobody is going to lay a hand on that body of yours except me and Wanda." Appreciating the concern for her, Sandra smiled. She tried to reduce the seriousness of the discussion by asking, "Aren't you afraid that I'll get religion and run off?" Glen chuckled and replied, "Not really." "So we have to wait three days to start learning?" "Nope, you start this afternoon. Cliff and I both have .22 caliber rifles. We'll put the scopes on them and get you started." Sandra was very quiet and then stated, "I hate the shotgun. These are going to be worse." Glen said, "No, actually you'll be surprised. The .22 caliber rifles hardly kick at all. Compared to them, the shotguns kick like mules." "You're not lying to me are, are you?" Glen smiled at her fear and said, "No. I don't know of many people that can shoot five rounds of buckshot out of a twenty gauge shotgun. Fifty rounds out of a .22 caliber is not that bad." It wasn't long before they arrived at the mobile home. There was no sign of Cliff and Wanda. They went into the trailer and waited for them. In town, Cliff and Wanda arrived at the Sheriff's office. They went in and waited, but no one was around. Cliff was curious and knocked on the Sheriff's door. There was no answer. He turned to Wanda, "This is weird. Someone should be here." Wanda nodded as she looked around. She went over to the dispatcher station and picked up the radio. Pushing the button, she said, "Hello. Is anyone one out there?" The Deputy got on the radio and asked, "Who is this?" Wanda answered, "This is Wanda Metchette. We are at the Sheriff station and everything is wide open, but there isn't anyone here." The Deputy said, "The Sheriff is there." Cliff tapped Wanda on the shoulder and said, "He's not in the bathroom." Wanda replied, "We've looked everywhere. We knocked on his door and checked the bathrooms. There's no one here." Suddenly concerned, the Deputy asked, "What about the prisoners?" Wanda said, "Wait. Cliff is going to check that out. Can you come here? I'm getting scared. This isn't right." Cliff came running back shouting, "There aren't any prisoners." Wanda relayed the message. The Deputy responded quickly, "I'm on my way." Cliff went over to the Sheriff's door and opened it. The Sheriff was on the floor unconscious. Cliff checked for a pulse and found one. The Sheriff was breathing okay. There weren't any signs of bruises or anything like that. He didn't know what to do, but decided that professional help was required. He called out to Wanda, "The Sheriff is in here and he's unconscious. Call the hospital and request an ambulance." He stayed with the Sheriff until the Deputy arrived. Frowning in concern, the Deputy looked around the office. A bottle of insulin was on the desk. He said, "This doesn't look right. He took his insulin, but it looks like he's in shock." Glen asked, "How do you think all of the prisoners got away?" The Deputy looked around and swore, "I bet it was that fucking Barney." The sound of the ambulance could be heard as it pulled up to the building. It was only a matter of minutes before the EMS personnel were in the room. Cliff and the Deputy left the room to give them some space to work in. The Deputy went to the dispatcher station and relieved Wanda. He got on the phone and called the State Troopers. This was too much for him to handle. The EMS driver came out and walked over to the Deputy. He stated, "Someone gave him the wrong kind of insulin. He'll be okay. We're taking him to the hospital." The man went out and got a gurney. Three minutes later, the Sheriff was on the gurney and headed to the ambulance. Cliff looked around nervously and said, "Glen sent me down here. We have gotten a number of death threats, some of them pretty specific. I have the answering machine tape here." The Deputy looked at it and said, "Wait until the State Troopers get here. I'm turning the case over to them. This has turned into attempted murder and a mass jail break. This is a bit much for us." Cliff and Wanda went over to the bench to wait for the State Troopers to arrive. The pair looked at each other and withdrew into their own thoughts. Finally, Cliff went over to the deputy and asked, "What is required to get a concealed weapon permit?" The Deputy stopped what he was doing and looked over at Cliff. He said, "I understand your concern. I don't know if we can manage that for you, but I'll look into it. You've got some pretty nasty folks after you, but the Sheriff and I don't want this to turn into a Wild West show." Cliff said, "I understand your position. You've got to understand ours. They are trying to kill us." The Deputy said, "I'll see what we can do. It's a long process as they don't like to give them out." Cliff nodded understanding despite the fact that he didn't understand at all. He had thought that the whole reason for the concealed weapon permit was for people in his situation. He went back to Wanda and sat down. Worried, she asked, "What's going to happen to us?" Laughing, in part to convince himself that everything was okay, Cliff answered, "Nothing. Glen is going to take care of you. He's very good at that." Wanda smiled as she thought of the number of times that he had saved them. He had always come through for them. She said, "You're probably right." Jim James and three other troopers arrived at the office together. He went over to the deputy and talked with him for several minutes. Worried frowns appeared on the faces of the troopers as they listened to the details that had motivated the Deputy to call them. Jim went over to the Metchettes and said, "Hello. I hear you are being threatened and have a tape with their threats." "Yes, Jim. That's what brought us here. We found the place deserted and it scared the hell out of us." Jim looked around uncomfortably for a moment. He said, "Well, give me the tape and we'll add it to your file. I'm going to be stationed here for a while." Relief at getting rid of it spread over Cliff as he handed the tape over to Jim. He had listened to it before coming here and it had scared the hell out of him. Those religious fanatics really thought they were above the law. He wanted to change the subject. He replied, "That's great. By the way, Sue is working out great. She's doing a first class job." Jim relaxed, happy to be talking about his sister in law. He said, "She loves the work. Says it fits into her schedule perfectly and is bringing in good money. My wife and I have been reading the magazine online. We're really impressed with the quality." Grinning, Cliff asked, "How about the subject matter?" "Not quite our thing, I'm afraid. Still, I'm amazed at the balanced picture you present. You don't dwell on either the negatives or the positives." Cliff replied, "We try very hard to be balanced. We feel that false pictures of reality do more harm than the truth. Alternative marriages are not for everyone and work out for only a few people. We just wanted to tap into a market that had been under exploited." Jim nodded his agreement. He said, "Well, you've done wonders for Sue. She's getting by now." "I'm glad to hear that." Jim said, "Well, you can go now." "I think we are going to go over to the hospital and check on the Sheriff. I don't think he likes me, but I like him." With a very serious expression on his face, Jim replied, "Well, he's lucky you like him. If you hadn't found him, he would probably be dead about now. Someone out there doesn't like him and made the opportunity to free all of the prisoners." "For a bunch of religious fanatics, they sure don't take the Ten Commandments very seriously. It seems to me that they sure like the idea of killing way too much." Jim nodded, "Between a bunch of sex perverts and religious fanatics, I'll take the perverts every time." Cliff burst out laughing and quipped, "You got us." Shaking his head, Jim went back to the office carrying the tape with him. He wanted to listen to the threats and get a feel for the seriousness of the situation. His skin was crawling by the time he reached the end of the tape. It was clear to him that Cliff was not a match for these guys. Cliff and Wanda went to the hospital to visit the Sheriff. He was in an emergency room bed, conscious at last. It was very clear that he didn't look very happy at being there. He looked up in surprise to see Cliff and Wanda step into the area. He grunted, "You aren't supposed to be here." Wanda bent over and kissed him on the cheek. She smiled down at him and said, "We are so glad that you are alive. We were so worried when we found you." The Sheriff looked at her and Cliff in surprise. He asked, "You two found me?" Cliff answered, "Yeah, we did. We thought about leaving you there, turning you into a swinger, or calling for help. Decided on the last." The thought of being turned into a swinger made the Sheriff laugh. If anyone could do that, he believed that Cliff could. He shook his head and said, "You are incorrigible." Wanda held the Sheriff's hand as she whispered in his ear, "You're lucky you didn't grow up with him as an older brother." The Sheriff laughed. The nurse came around the corner and said, "Well, I guess by all of the noise coming out of this room that you're feeling better." "Nah, these two are torturing me. However, they're so ineffective at it, that I have to laugh." The Sheriff couldn't help but like the Metchettes. They were very nice people that did care about those around them. Victims of a madman, they had come out a lot stronger than most people would. Pursued by fanatics that were willing to kill him, they didn't let fear rule their lives. The nurse chuckled as she took his vitals and noted them on his chart. She glanced up at the Sheriff and stated, "I'm going to have to give them lessons. We can't have the victims of torture laughing about it." The Sheriff shot the nurse a dirty look and then realized that she was teasing him. He said, "We all know that you are a licensed torturer. Sister of mercy, my ass." Laughing the nurse said, "That reminds me. Time for me to give you a shot in your ass. I'll be sure to make it hurt." The Sheriff groaned and pulled the cover over his head. Laughing at the Sheriff, she left the room. Cliff laughed and said, "Well, we just wanted to check on you. You know, make sure that you're feeling okay." The Sheriff pulled the cover down and asked, "By the way, what brought you to the office?" Cliff was about to answer, but a look from Wanda made him change his mind. He said, "Just came in to gaze upon your lovely face. Don't worry about that. Just get better." The Sheriff looked at Cliff with a very serious expression. He said, "Someone switched my insulin. In my book, that means that someone tried to kill me. All those bastards escaped while I was lying helpless on the floor of my office. I'm pissed. They tried to kill me and that is something that I'm not going to forget. You and Glen, you do what is necessary to protect yourselves. Do you understand me?" Cliff swallowed heavily and answered, "Yes, sir." "I've thought long and hard about this while I was lying here in this bed. Your magazine isn't hurting anyone. As far as I can tell, you are helping some folks face serious problems. I may not agree that it is right to have a bunch of people living together and screwing each other all of the time. However, you've never done anything to harm anyone." The Sheriff suddenly got very quiet. Cliff put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Get better. The world needs people like you watching out and protecting us from the bad guys." The pair left shortly after that and headed towards the house. It was forty minutes later that they arrived at home. They found Glen standing in front of the mobile home waiting for them. Glen looked worried while Sandra didn't appear concerned. Cliff got out for the truck and explained, "The Sheriff was nearly killed in town. Someone switched insulin on him." Glen softly swore, "Damn, this is really getting nasty. Is he okay?" "Yeah, we found him and called for the ambulance before he was too bad. All of the prisoners escaped though." "Shit," exclaimed Glen. He was not happy about this turn of events. He wondered if all the calls this morning were intended to bring Cliff to the Sheriff's office earlier. They may have intended to take him then. He said, "You guys are coming over to my place. We have some training to do." For the next two hours, Glen taught the Metchettes the basics of gun use. He had them all lie on the ground. He told them, "Don't expect to be shooting while you are standing. When all hell breaks loose, get down on the ground just like you are right now. Think small and try to blend in." Wanda asked, "What about bugs and snakes?" Glen laughed as though she had just told the greatest joke ever. He said, "The only bugs around here are mosquitoes. They'll get you if you are standing or on the ground. The bastards that are attacking you are the only snakes you need to worry about." Sandra blushed in tune with Wanda. He was amazed once again at the closeness between the pair of twins. Cliff said, "I know you don't want to hurt anyone, but they seriously want to hurt you. We are going to have to get mean. You two are my little sisters. I've done the best I can to watch over you both. You're going to have to help yourselves on this one." Glen nodded his agreement. He said, "There are about thirty of them. The next time we face them, I expect we'll be facing all thirty. Cliff and I can only do so much. We need your help." The twins, eyes wide as the enormity of the situation dawned on them, nodded. Sandra said, "We'll be there." Glen squatted and looked at them. He said, "There are some things that you are going to have to learn. First, when you jump to the ground, you have to be careful not the get the end of your gun filled with dirt. Second, when you are on the ground, you want to check to see if there is any dirt in your gun. If there is, throw the gun away. It will kill you if you fire it." Sandra said, "Why?" Glen answered, "Blow back. If the end of the gun is blocked, then the pressure of the shot will cause the gun to explode. You don't want that to happen to you." The twins went on to fire fifty shots at the target. Both of them were pleased to learn that firing the small caliber rifle was a lot easier on their shoulders than the shotgun. However, they were still going to have sore shoulders in the morning. Glen grinned at the thought of giving the twins massages that night. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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