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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's My Everett Mountain Retreat-More Problems
Summary: Don, recently detached from Special Forces after twenty-five
years, is trying to assimilate back into civilian life; not an easy task.
His curiosity makes his life complicated, and dangerous.  The plan of a
peaceful existence with nature seems prone to failure.

   His retreat from the world is a small cabin on a mountain face, which
has been in the family for generations.  It should have been the perfect
staging ground to integrate him back into civilian life.  His chance
meeting with John `Skip' Watson did not contribute to peace and
tranquility, just the opposite, another `Shootout on Everett Mountain'.

   Keywords: M/ff con

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   Copyright (C) 2014, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Dec.  12, 2014

   Story codes: M/ff con

   Story intro: Don, recently detached from Special Forces after
twenty-five years, is trying to assimilate back into civilian life, not an
easy task.  His curiosity makes his life complicated, and dangerous.  The
plan of a peaceful co-existence with nature seems prone to failure.

   His retreat, from the world, is a small cabin on a mountain face; the
cabin has been in the family for generations.  It should have been the
perfect staging ground to integrate him back into civilian life.  His
chance meeting with John `Skip' Watson did not contribute to peace and
tranquility, just the opposite, another `Shootout on Everett Mountain'.

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   My Everett Mountain Retreat-More Problems A New Story By Jack Spratt
***************************************************************** Special
thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing. 
***************************************************************** With far
too much the time on my hands, my mind starts to wander, thinking of crazy
things I could be doing or problems to solve.  One of the worst times for
my mind to ramble is after breakfast, while I enjoy a good cup of coffee,
one of my vises, I am referring to good coffee.  But the real problem is,
after I come up with some stupid lame brain idea; later at night in bed, my
mind has a heyday trying to enhance the stupid idea.  This is how it began.
After the `Shootout Everett Mountain', it took weeks for my mind to quit
analysing all the ins and outs, this was common when I was in the military,
my sub conscience would analyse every detail of a mission, trying to
determine if it there were any errors or if it could have been executed
better.  Surprisingly a number of my conclusions over the years were used
in future missions.  But the `Shootout on Everett Mountain' was,
theoretically, a onetime event. 
*****************************************************************

   Who am I you ask?  My name is Don P.  Johnson, forty-six, single, never
been seriously involved.  While in the Special Forces for my twenty five, I
never felt comfortable with the thought of getting involved for a number of
reasons; first it would not be fair to anyone, always wondering if I would
return from an assignment or tour.  Second, without a very clear focus on
my task at hand and the many risks, I could end up very dead if my mind
wandered for a mille-second.  My profession was killing, a sniper, it is a
profession I excel at.  And no, it doesn't bother me, never did and never
will; I looked at my job as an exterminator, getting rid of vermin. 
********************************************************** One of the good
things that happened during the so call `down time' is the new and improved
shower cabinet.  After the experience with Charlize and my very crude
showering paraphernalia, I broke down and made a major improvement to the
cabin.  Just outside the back door, I built a lean-to which now houses a
spiffy new shower cabinet and a sixty gallon hot water heater.  It was not
as simply as it seems.  The water tank needed water, which meant a small
pump had to be installed to bring the water from the spring.  Now since I
was so close to the cabin, my mind says what the hell, might as well put
running water in the cottage, which meant a small counter with a sink, the
cabin was never built with any luxuries in mind, hell when it was
originally built there was no luxuries in anyone's mind.  Three days and a
lot of words of frustration, the miracle was completed.  I have to admit
the shower is great. 
********************************************************** After the
horrendous days of the `shootout', it took the better part of four days to
prepare all the ordnance for safe storage, six Glocks are vac sealed, one I
kept out for protection.  I recorded all the serial numbers of the eight
rifles and seven Glocks, I plan to have Bill run a couple every couple of
weeks to see, first if they had been reported stolen and second are they
being sought for some evil doing by their prior owners.  Since they are all
dead, there won't be any claims from them.  All the ordnance appears new.
It is my belief they were only used to attempt to eliminate me!  I'd like
to get a permit to carry a Glock, assuming I can figure out some way of
getting a clean title.  The Dragunov Sniper rifle, I plan to keep close for
the time being.  It is a powerful accurate killing machine.  Maybe I can
get away with calling it a hunting rifle.

   Every week, I check the cash supply to ensure, the cavity is dry and
free from vermin, the little crawly kind.  Since, I really don't need the
money personally, every time I go to Abbotsville; I grab a bundle and take
it to town.  There is a small Vets Office near the post office, where a
small group of dictated individuals try to assist local Vets not as
fortunate as me to cope.  Recently the local paper had an article stating
they could do more for the local vets if funds were available.  So I slip
one thousand dollars cash into their mail slot during every trip.  The mail
box is in a group of fifty, so there are always people about picking up or
delivering flyers etc.  I don't stand out.  The money is also assisting two
missions and three soup kitchens.  Three articles have appeared in the
local newspaper, thanking the unknown Good Samaritan; I am sure the mob
boss would be overjoyed! 
*****************************************************************

   If I could turn off the analytic function of my mind I would, it would
save me a lot of grief.  The problem always start with `the what ifs'. 
What if other nasty types are using this route to carry out bad things and
if so, what can I do about it.  What if I had minded my own business and
never got involved after the horrendous auto accident just below my cabin;
that `what if' I turned down, I would have never met Charlize!  Since the
fun time on the mountain, I've noticed that the state police are more
evident, instead of seeing a cruiser once a month, they are patrolling at
least once a day, sometimes more.  Then this brilliant idea flows into my
mind.  Wait for it!  Why not use two of my surveillance cameras to record
the traffic both east and west.  Then using my powers of deduction,
determine if any of the traffic looks suspicious.  That revelation came to
me when I was in bed, instead of thinking of Jayden and the wonderful
weekend we had.  Humm not only Jayden, but also Charlize, who wants a
return visit. 
******************************************************************

   The weekend with Jayden, is what life is all about.  I picked her up at
the apartment Friday afternoon, shortly after she came home from school. 
She had a small overnight case and her purse.  Not much luggage.  She had
her devil's spawn smile, and looked at me, like a cat who was about to
devour the canary, the canary being me.  She was still wearing her school
uniform consisting of very short pleated skirt and a white blouse.  She is
showing a lot of bare leg, very attractive bare legs.  She must have
removed her stay-ups.

   "You packed light."

   "I don't plan on wearing clothes for at least two days, so I don't need
much."

   "You realize we both could end up in a lot of trouble."

   "No, I don't think so.  I've been on the pill for two years."

   The stupid look on my face has her laugh.

   "I had a period problem, the pill makes them regular.  So I am ready and
very willing.  Humm, you should have of thought of that before you did
Charlize."

   She is correct; I dumped enough sperm into Charlize during that weekend,
to fertilize every female young or old in the neighborhood.  Shit.

   "Cheer up Uncle Don, Charlize started her period yesterday.  You were
lucky."

   How do I get myself into these situations?  Pussy is the problem, when I
am exposed I do very stupid things, especially pussy as young and beautiful
as Charlize's.  I make a mental note to have Charlize attend the doctor
next week.  One wise thing I did, prior to picking up Jayden, is purchase a
supply of KY Jelly.  She did say all her orifices will no longer be virgin
before the weekend is over!

   During our previous conversation leading up to this weekend, she had me
commit to take her virgin orifices, all three of them.  She threatened to
give them all too some pimple faced kid at school if I didn't promise!  Now
John Thomas was overjoyed at the end of that conversation, just prior to
that we both thought he would be lost to a very dull knife as a result of
Jayden discovering all about my weekend with Charlize, considering Charlize
unknowingly exposed her cum soaked puffy pussy to Jayden.  This weekend
should be interesting as well as sexually fulfilling.  If the weekend with
Jayden matches the weekend I enjoyed with Charlize, I will be a total wreak
Sunday night.

   My useless sister, Rayne comes over to wish Jayden a good time roughing
it in the cabin.  I just look at her with daggers.

   "Mom using this, as an opportunity to go out with her drinking buddies."

   Translation, she going out to get shitfaced! 
****************************************************************

   Moving into roadway, Jayden is fidgeting, I can't look at her as the
traffic is challenging.  Then something soft brushes my cheek.  In a quick
glance downwards, there is a damp thong is lying on my thigh; the odor goes
right to John Thomas.  Our hero has risen!  Finally, a break in the
traffic, I glance over, Jayden has repeated the `tuck her skirt in the
waistband' trick.  Her mons pubis are thick, each one nearly an inch wide,
with a neat slit between them.  There is only a small tuft of hair just
above her clitoris.  The last time she pulled that stunt, it was dark.  I
want that!

   "Humm, now you do like what you see, after the movie you didn't appear
too interested!"

   Now the witch is teasing me.  She has her eyes on me, as she is opening
and closing her legs.  All I can think of is how good she must taste, her
pussy looks like a large pink juicy peach.  I want that!  Her intoxicating
odor is now prevalent in the cab.

   "Give me a break Jayden.  You could cause an accident."

   "Not me!  You're driving!  Keep your eyes on the road!"

   Now she has her middle finger in her mouth sawing in and out.  One of
her virgin orifices, that situation should be rectified this weekend.  My
mind is quickly returns to concentrating on the traffic.  Jayden is moving
again, what the hell is she up too, now!

   A quick look has me looking at two beautiful breasts topped with large
dark toned areolas and very elongated suckable nipples.  This girl is
mature in the boob department!

   "Dammit Jayden, are you trying to get us killed!"

   "I am not doing anything, you are driving, and you are supposed to keep
your eyes on the road, not on me!"

   "Have you ever been spanked?"

   "Are you offering?"

   With comment, she struggles to get on her knees, facing the passenger
window; she reaches behind and spreads her bum cheeks exposing my Achilles
heel, her unblemished rosebud.  It is beautiful; the rim, dark brown, is
well defined, her soft cheeks framing its beauty.  John Thomas suggests we
stop.

   "Uncle Don, you want to spank this?  Or does something else come to
mind?"

   Now I am glad I bought two tubes of Jelly.  We may use both!

   "Can't you wait till we get to the cabin, you are one hellva
distraction."

   "As distracting as Charlize?"

   Now she is laughing at me, but she does sit down, on her beautiful
rosebud.  I love rosebuds!

   "Thank you!"
******************************************************************

   After the excitement of the last couple of months, it is relaxing just
to sit on the veranda, with my cup of coffee; eyes closed and enjoy the
peace and quiet of the mountain.  The air is always fresh.  Of course there
a number of species of birds, which break the silence but that, is nature
at work.  It is something I can live with.

   No more rifle shots, with bullets flying hither and thither.  When I
left the service, my plan was to get away from all that.  But that wasn't
to be.  The layers of rocks that are still piled against the bottom logs of
my cabin show a number of fresh indentations of where recently fired
bullets impacted.  Just as I close my eyes, that stupid idea pops up! 
Surveillance cameras, I might as well do the deed, my mind won't stop until
I do!

   Looking down towards the road reveals numerous sign posts, most warning
of the dangerous road and blind curves.  One is directly below me, easily
accessible for my cameras.  The two cameras I use had overlapped others, so
I won't be losing any coverage.  I do have to keep track of that stupid
rabbit that seem to trip at least two of the cameras nightly.  Grabbing my
laptop and the two cameras, I careful walk to road and then to the sign. 
It has a sizable top and the cameras are easy to attach.  Using my laptop,
I sight one to what I consider the correct angle to get a clear shot of the
driver and hopefully the back seat, the second camera, is set for wide
angle.  No, it isn't foolproof but in my mind the task is complete. 
Tomorrow morning will interesting reviewing the recordings not actually
knowing what I am looking for.

   The next morning, I note five cameras have been activated, the two
covering the road, and three on the mountain face, I can confirm the rabbit
is still alive and well.  Aggravating as it is, it tests each camera, as it
passes.

   After viewing the results from the road cameras, nothing stands out as
suspicious, but I record the color, when I can make it out, and the model
of each vehicle, there were only seven last night and one was a cruiser, I
made a note of the vehicle number located on the trunk and its plate
number. The other six, just the plate numbers, likely an exercise in
stupidity.  After a week, I find a pattern; a black SUV always seems to be
following the cruiser, coincidence?  I doubt it.  Now my curiosity is up!
You know the saying `curiosity killed the cat'.

   A quick encrypted email to my buddy Bill will provide the information. I
have to go to Abbotsville to replenish the larder and do laundry.  I keep
three extra sets of linen and plenty of clean towels etc.  in the event I
have visitor, Boy Scouts motto, `Be Prepared!'

   When returning from my last trip to Abbotsville, I stopped at a garden
centre and purchase four beautiful flowering plants.  At the cottage, I
rearrange the rock façade in front of the cottage to allow the four potted
flowering plants to sit and look beautiful.  There presents takes away from
the bland pile of rocks that could draw questions from visitors, but as a
plant holder, no one will care.
***************************************************************** Jayden
settles down for the balance of the trip to the cottage.  What I mean by
that is no more acrobatics.  Still lots of beautiful bare skin, and her
nipples, I can taste them.  When the Suburban comes to a stop, Jayden jumps
out, blouse and bra flapping in the breeze and walks to the cabin.  Me and
John Thomas are left to carry her bag and some groceries, plus her panties,
they smell great.  The sounds of Jayden's movements tell me she is in the
sleeping area.  Then she appears nude, a vision, I want that!  Her mons
pubis appears even larger then I envisioned in the truck.  Beautiful full
thick naked luv lips, calling for me and of course John Thomas, who is
attempting to break my zipper.  Her tummy has a slight bulge, exposing a
large deep belly button, and her breasts topped with her very suckable
nipples, have me in a very stupid mood.

   "Okay Uncle Don, which will be first?"

   "Which first are you talking about?"

   "You know what I mean!  Which opening are you going to do first?"

   She demonstrates, she puts her middle finger in her mouth and saws it
back and forth, the meaning is clear, even for me, I have been known to be
a bit slow at times.  She is looking me right in the eye.  Then she turns
her back to me, leans forward, reaches back and spreads her cheeks.  Oh, I
want that!  Now, not in a moving truck, I can appreciate the beauty of what
Jayden is offering.  Not only is the dark rimmed opening a sexual magnet,
her soft bum cheeks are made for caressing and kissing.  John Thomas is
screaming to do the deed, NOW!

   Jayden hasn't broken eye contact, she walks to the sofa, places her left
foot on the cushion, causing her pussy lips to spread, exposing Valhalla,
from this distances I can easily see her engorged clitoris, begging for
attention.  Again John Thomas wants to get into this conversation.

   "You have your choice, Uncle Don."

   She is enjoying this, but what can I say, so is John Thomas.  I am still
in awe of the size of her mons, I can't help wonder do they swell even
larger as Jayden get excited.  Her essence is accumulating at the bottom of
her pussy, a drop is forming, and it's going to be wasted!

   She is challenging me.  What to do?

   "Tell you what, Jayden, we will do this democratically, I am going to
write, one word, on three pieces of paper, pussy, rosebud and mouth.  You
will have the pleasure of selecting the order of the deeds."

   I make a production preparing the ballots, making sure each of the three
folds of paper are the same size, each is folded the same way, then placing
them in a large coffee mug, I shake it, move towards Jayden, the mug over
her head.

   "You select two, and that will be the order, the one left in the cup, is
number three."

   I am so close to Jayden, she is excited, her scent permeates the cabin.
John Thomas is having trouble keeping it all together.  I want Jayden!  I
am so close to her grape sized nipples, but have to keep my desire in check
until the order is established.  Me I can't lose, I want Jayden.

   She reaches pulling one folded ballot, I point the top of the sofa, and
she places it there.  She reaches for the second ballot, and places it
besides the first drawing.  Lowering the cup, I take out the last ballot,
open and show it to Jayden.

   "The last one to go is your pussy.  Let's see what number one is?"

   Jayden grabs it and opens it, a nervous smile crosses her face, and she
shows it to me, Rosebud!  Oh, I want Jayden.

   "When do you want this all to start Jayden?"

   "Are you ready Uncle Don?"

   "I need to shower first, and then we can do the deed.  Are you ready, or
do you want to back out?"

   "Don't start that, you promised me all three will be no more by the time
you bring me home."

   "Okay, give me time to do one of my famous out door showers in the new
shower!"

   Gathering all the necessary items, I quickly shower, it is great just
turning on a tap, no lugging the tub out, the water and rinsing with a
dipper.  When I step out of the shower, Jayden actually is in the doorway
getting her first view of John Thomas, in his full glory, which is waving
at her, moving up and down.  There is a look of anticipation on her face,
as she realizes John Thomas will soon be buried deep in her tight virgin
rectum.  Anal sex has been my passion for years, only with a very willing
partners, fortunately many women enjoy anal as much as I do!  It is my wish
it will become a favorite of Jaydens.

   "Having second thoughts Jayden?"

   "You wish, no I am not.  It is so big."

   Now dried, I stand in front of Jayden and let her see John Thomas up
close and personal.  Eight inch length, about four inch girth, currently
the hardest he has been since my first time with Charlize.  I want Jayden.

   "You can touch it, it won't bit."

   Jayden blushes, then slowly reaches and caress John Thomas, hell it
feels great.  I want Jayden.  I have to restrain myself, wanting everything
to go off perfect.  Jayden smiles at me and then gives John Thomas a little
tug, leading back into the cabin to the bed. 
******************************************************************

   There is a pin on my laptop, a new email.  It is from Bill.  "What in
the hell are you into now?  I ran the plate, it is owned by a shell
corporation, which in turn is owned by another shell corp.  etc.  etc.  I
was delving into it deeper when I got a call from the FBI, wanting to know
why I was checking on the unit.  I told them I was doing it for a friend
and they demanded to know the name of the friend.  I told him to pound salt
and hung up.  I am sure that isn't the last of them.  To make matters more
interesting I got another call, from Homeland Security.  Why don't you take
up something safe like alligator wrestling or maybe buy a rattle snake
farm. Sorry I couldn't be of more help.  Bill"

   Now what?  Why don't I mind my own business?  I tweaked a pimple on the
elephant bum, but what elephant.  This can only mean more trouble.  But my
mind won't let go.  First, I have to determine just what they are
transporting in that SUV.  What has the local police got to do with it, or
is it just a rogue agent?  Questions that only bring more questions but no
answers; I am a glutton for punishment.  I continue my camera surveillance
of the SUV and cruiser, determining they always pass my mountain in a
twenty minute window.  So whatever they are hauling is on a timed run.  But
what the hell is it, is the question and how do I find out?  I change the
thumb drive each night, there is nothing on them incriminating, just an old
fools hobby of taking pictures of traffic.  There may be something I
missed; I have been concentrating on the two vehicles not the rest of the
traffic.  Reversing the video from the time I first see the SUV does
provide something interesting, there is a grey Chevy following, about a
thousand feet behind, in three thumb drives I find the same Chevy,
enhancing the image I get the plate number which is a match on all three
thumb drives, not a coincidence.  Another email for Bill, if he didn't owe
me his life time's three or more, he could get a little pissed! 
**************************************************************

   At last Jayden is not as smart assed as she has been, she seems a little
apprehensive, which is good.  In the sleeping area, she looks at me, her
confidence seems to be shaken, lies on her tummy and looks over her
shoulder, and then she reaches back and spreads her cheeks, exposing her
beautiful smooth rosebud.  I want that!  It is going to happen but not in
that order.  Sitting beside her, I indicate I want her on her back.  She is
biting her lower lip.  Leaning over, I place a soft kiss on her lips, her
eyes close and I really lay a kiss on her.  In moments we are dueling
tongues, her eyes telegraph her excitement is building.  With a series of
butterfly kisses, my lips engulf her right nipple, I know they are not
secreting anything but they do have taste.  Her left nipple tastes as good
as the right.  Mouthing her mammary gland, her body goes into a tizzy, then
switching from one nipple gland to the other has her body squirming with
desire, her moans sound like a moose in heat.  Now at her bellybutton, she
tries to push my probing tongue away, it doesn't happen.  It turns out she
has a very ticklish bellybutton.  Finally, I am at my goal.  Close up, her
pussy is a beautiful work of art; her wide puffy lips are firm and soft. 
Her scent is like a magnet; finally the taste buds strike gold.  Spreading
her luv lips, I simply lap her elixir, from the bottom of pussy to her now
much extended clitoris.  Hell, it large enough to suck!  Gasping it, with
my lips causes her hips to lift into my face.  There is a whoosh of air as
she climaxes, and then she nearly drowns me with her essence.  I have been
with some liquid sprayers in my life; Jayden is like a fire hose. 
Fortunately, I capture most of her tasty gift.  I will know better the next
time and there will be many next times.  Now that she is totally exhausted
I have her roll to her tummy.  Her cheeks are soft and palatable.  Using my
tongue as a probe, I tantalize her anal rim.  Then I blow a soft stream of
breath on her rosebud and watch her cheeks tighten.  Its beauty is burnt
into my mind.  Grabbing a tube of KY Jelly, a smile crosses my face, pay
back is a bitch.  The tube is cold to the touch; the cold jelly will really
cause her to rosebud to pucker!  The generous blob has the expected
reaction.

   "Shit, what is that?"
*************************************************************

   I still don't know exactly what I am doing or why I am doing research on
the vehicles, so far, the FBI and Homeland are on alert of interest, but
not who, other than Bill, who I am sure likely has all his bases covered.
The more I enquire the deeper my exposure to the unknown.  The unknown has
been known to bite you on the ass!  It would be safer and much more
interesting to pursue younger girls, something John Thomas really endorses.
A ping from my notebook brings me back to the present, it is likely from
Bill.

   `You really like to piss up hill; the plate belongs to a P.  I.  from N.
Y.  He is not an ambulance chaser; he is ex-CIA, ex because wacked one of
his superiors for sending him and his partner on an assignment, blind: what
little Intel they had, was bad!  His partner died in his arms.  Has a
reputation in private practice for getting things done!  He doesn't come
cheap.  He is wealthy, only takes cases that interest him.  Watch yourself
if he is involved in whatever you are doing.  Still think you should take
up Alligator wrestling or Rattlesnake farming.  Much safer!  Bill'

   There is a file attached with a picture, giving a name, John `Skip'
Watson, a telephone number and an address in N.  Y.  plus an email address.
I just don't know when to quit!  Googling his name comes up with very
little.  A note that John `Skip' Watson, had left the CIA, no details and a
comment, he is available for Private consultations.  Nothing else, doesn't
give any indication what he consults about, I can confidently say, he is
not a Wedding Planner!  What to do next?  The best thing would be to delete
everything in regards to this mystery and concentrate on girls.  Ya, like
that is going to happen!

   For the next two weeks, I keep recording and reviewing them the results
everyday looking for something.  Every morning, I adjust the camera
positions minutely attempting to reveal more, more of what I don't know. 
The last to adjustments give a clear view of the drivers, both in the
cruiser and the SUV.  I have captured both in a JPG format, but what to do
with them?  Then a stroke of genius, I will email them to John Watson and
wait for a reaction.

   Using a blind email address originating out of Russia, the name is just
Me@, I send them to the email address provide by Bill, with a note, `Why
are you interested in them?' I could have sent them to Bill, to have run
through facial recognition but it would draw to much attention.  Bill has
done enough for me; I still have no idea how big of a can of worms this is.


   It didn't take long to get a reply, a very terse reply!

   `Who the hell r u?'

   Short but sweet, my reply.

   `An interested party'

   Just about an instant response.

   `I have no knowledge of those individuals.'

   To which I reply.

   `That's odd, u have been tailing then for a least two weeks.'

   I attach a very nice photo of him, showing a time stamp.  The second
photo is a wide angle; showing his car following the other two vehicles
ahead of him.  His reply should be interesting!  Twenty minutes later, I
hear the ping notice of a new email.

   `We should meet.'

   To which I reply.

   `To what end?  U have been denying everything.'

   The reply is nearly instantaneous.

   `Okay it's me!  Now can we meet?'

   Now that he has agreed, it will take some thought.  Knowing a tiny bit
about the man, the next move has to be well thought out.  No knowing if he
has malice on his mind, what I don't want to happen, is me being cornered.
Just outside of Abbotsville, there is a strip mall, the same one where I
purchased the hair dryers and Porta Potty.  It has a large coffee shop that
caters to the travellers leaving the city.  Lots of people, lots of
witnesses, it is good choice.  After letting him stew waiting for my
answer, I send.

   `As you leave Abbotsville, there is a strip mall on your left, in the
mall is a coffee shop.  Ten tomorrow morning, it will give you three hours
before you have to leave to follow your prey.  Confirm.'

   Ping!

   `How will I know u?'

   `U won't, I know you!  I have ur pic!'

   Ping!

   `Confirmed.'

   Now I am wondering, just what the hell have I got myself involved in? 
To say I had a shitty sleep is an understatement.  A good breakfast and two
cups of java, improve my disposition.  Dressing casually, I arrange my
shoulder harness for the Glock, and two extra clips, better to be prepared
then dead!  Throwing on a light jacket, I am off.  When I arrive at the
coffee shop, I survey the parking lot, many cars and small trucks etc.  but
no Chevy.  Order a coffee and bagel; I locate a corner table, beside a
window giving me a view of the activity in the parking lot.  This shop does
a hellva volume, with a steady flow of patrons from all walks of life, but
still no `Skip'.  It is nearly ten when I actually spot him.  His stride
shows tons of confidence; his head slowly moves from right to left as
analysis the area, looking for threats.  He like me is wearing a light
jacket, I am sure there is a slight bulge over his heart and I don't think
it is his bible.  He is carrying.  He doesn't approach the shop directly,
but from the right, casually looking in all the windows till he reaches the
door.  He is good!  He walks to the counter and orders a coffee, then turns
and surveys the patrons.  When he spots me, he just looks.  I give him a
nod and he walks to the table and sits.

   "Hello, you know me, who the hell are you?"

   "Just Don, did you have a good trip?"

   "Let's cut out the bullshit.  What do you want?"

   "To be honest, I don't have a clue."

   "Then, why all the subterfuge?"

   "Have you heard about the mob hits along the route you take each day?"

   "Yes, they were all over the news."

   "I live very close to where it all happened."

   "You live on a mountain?"

   "Yes, it is a long story going back to my great, great grandfather."

   "That still doesn't answer my question, what do you want from me?"

   "My curiosity had me set up cameras, to survey the traffic to confirm in
my own mind there were no more bad guys in my neighborhood."

   "Why in the hell would you do that?"

   `Skip' seems to be studying me.  Then a very malicious grin forms.

   "You were in the services, right!  What branch?"

   "Special Forces."

   "Inbred stupidity, never accept things as they are, observe, reflect and
analyses, it is inbred in all of us."

   "Something like that, I just won't leave well enough alone.  When I
observed the SUV and the cruiser, it had me curious, and then when I
reviewed my tapes on a wide area, I spotted you.  You know the rest."

   "No, I know a bit more now than I did prior to sitting down.  How did
you get my information?"

   "A friend of a friend."

   "So what do you know?"

   "Not much, the SUV is being escorted by an Abbotsville Cruiser, which I
find odd."

   "Not odd, the officer is on a paid duty, The Principles that own the SUV
arranged it."

   "The Principles, meaning numerous shell corporations."

   That got a surprised look on his face.

   "So you do have some resources, what else did you learn?"

   "It seems that the FBI and Homeland are very interested in the
`Principles' as well."

   "Shit that I didn't want to hear!"

   "Why is that?"

   "I thought the shipments were off the radar, but it appears that the
world knows what is going on."

   "Shipments of what?"

   "It is supposed to be diamonds, that is the reason for the escort, but
the driver of the car, isn't an ordinary courier.  I have a special
interest in him."

   "They transport diamonds every day?"

   "Not only diamonds, all kinds of valuables, bullion, cash, documents,
some gold etc.  not exorbitant amounts, the SUV are switched out four times
in various cities, each with a new escort vehicle from a different law
enforcement."

   "There has to be more to it than that, what is your real interest?"

   "The driver is a felon; his name is J.P.  Morgan, I believe he is
responsible for my partner's death.  If not him, the group he affiliated
with.  He knows I am after him, but without the clout of the CIA, he also
knows there is very little I can do to him."

   "And why isn't the CIA following that lead?"

   "Let's just say my superior wouldn't listen to anything I tried to say,
after I broke his nose!  I am persona non grata at the bureau."

   "That makes life interesting.  So you suspect more than carrying legal
valuables are happening?"

   "It is not his style to do legit things; he and his peers are into dope,
white slavery plus all kinds of nasty things.  I am going to nail that
prick one way or another."

   "White slavery, just what are you referring too?"

   Skip looks at me, his face changes to curious from his pissed off look.

   "What did you actually do in the Special Forces?"

   He is asking a question, to my question.  Where is this going?

   "Why do you ask?"

   "Curious!"

   "A Sniper."

   "For all your enlistment?"

   "Yes!"

   "Didn't you mention you were close to the disaster area where all the
bodies were found?"

   Where is this going?

   "Close, the first accident was just below my cottage at a very dangerous
rock protrusion, it has taken a lot of lives of inexperienced drivers."

   "If I recall the story, there was an SUV involved that rolled and then
burnt."

   "Correct, it was on its roof, and something caused the leaking gasoline
to ignite, then the gas tank blew, news reports claim electrical shorts as
a result of the accident."

   "What about the seven crispy critters?"

   "Crispy Critters?"

   "Yes, the seven dead hoods, who apparently with the help of divine
guidance were able to get into a van, put on their safety belts, and drive
into a ditch before it burnt.  One of the many questions, is there were no
slugs found in any of the bodies, all shots were through and through.  From
what I read, all had a third small hole, in their foreheads, except for the
driver who had his cranium collapsed; there were no bullet traces not even
a fragment.  It had me wondering just how a corpse with a very large hole
in his head could drive."

   "Where in the hell did you get that information?  I have been following
the news reports about it, being curious as it happened close to me.  I
never read that scenario."

   "It seems very odd to me, that all this activity has happened close to
you, the seven in the van, were made to appear to a professional hit. 
Someone with perfect marksmanship could be responsible."

   "The news reports claim it was a gangland hit.  I read that the FBI and
state police were investigating."

   "Smoke and mirrors and you know it.  What did they do to piss you off so
much that you took them out?  Or maybe it was the other way around; you did
something to piss them off!"

   "Do I look that stupid too you?  Right in my own backyard!  It was a
surprise to me, the first I knew of the seven is when the sky lite up with
all the emergency vehicles."

   "Bull shit!"
*****************************************************************

   "It's K.  Y.  Jelly to make your rosebud slippery for the dirty deed."

   Jayden is looks back at me, watching me rubbing the jelly up and down
your ass crack, then I slide my finger as deep as possible, her pucker
tightens, Jayden is gasping, maybe from the initial shock or hopefully from
pleasure.  There is pressure on my finger, John Thomas is screaming to get
the show on the road.  Then her anal muscles seem to grasp my finger, the
moist heat feels welcoming, then Jayden moans, and lifts her butt towards
the invader, not to remove my digit but to drive it deeper, she is enjoying
this new sensation.  I keep up the sawing motion, Jayden is gasping.

   "Uncle Don, that feels so different, I wasn't sure if I would enjoy it,
but wow it does feel good."

   John Thomas is overjoyed with that comment.  I am so hard it is hurting.
I continue the sawing motion; Jayden contracts her passage putting pressure
on my finger.  Slowly my finger slips out of her with a pop.  The view is
one of beauty.  I kiss both sides of her rosebud.

   "Jayden get on your knees, get a close to the edge of the bed as
possible."

   "Why?"

   "You are going to control my entry."

   She gets into position, me behind her with John Thomas touching her
beautiful rim.  How I want to push!

   "Now, you can move back as fast or as slowly as you want.  There is no
doubt I will enjoy this, but I want it to be enjoyable for you as well."

   Jayden back is flawless, beautiful soft pink skin, her bum cheeks are
just right for her young body, grasping one in each hand, I steady myself,
John Thomas's head snuggled against Jayden's anal rim.  How I want to
thrust, but patience's will pay off if she enjoys this.  Jayden wiggles her
bottom, getting the feel of John Thomas, and then she moves backward very
cautiously, I can feel the pressure, no penetration yet!  She moves forward
then back with a bit more emphasise.  The blub of the head of John Thomas
slides past the rim, oh what a feeling.  Jayden's body is now rigid; she is
convincing herself to accept the intruder.  Her body relaxes and she pushes
back, accepting a couple of inches of my shaft.  Her body heat on John
Thomas is well worth the wait.  Then she surprises me, but thrusting back
accepting all of John Thomas, my balls are against her pussy.

   "How does it feel Jayden?"

   "Weird, but also sexy, let me get used to the feeling."

   Holding still, I concentrate on the wonderful feeling engulfing John
Thomas, in my mind the sensors are saying warm and moist, actually
heavenly. Jayden is experimenting with her anal control, squeezing my shaft
then moving back and forth in very short strokes.  I want more!

   "Humm, it feels better than I thought it would."

   "It feels great to me."

   "What do we do next Uncle Don?"

   "For me it is to continue stroking until I cum, but I am hoping you are
able to cum as well, it may not happen this time but with practice, it is
my hope you will enjoy anal sex as much as I do."

   "I like it so far, I wouldn't have believed it yesterday!"

   I try long strokes, then short strokes, trying to read Jayden's
reaction. The fact she is softly moaning is a good sign, and she is getting
more aggressive slamming backwards against my body.  Me, I have no idea how
long I can last.  A couple of times, Jayden froze but I couldn't get her to
go over the edge and cum, but she is so close.  Me, I am doing everything
in my power to keep John Thomas in check.  Then, Jayden squeezes John
Thomas with more strength then before, then she freezes and makes a sigh,
then collapses on the bed.  John Thomas is now at a precarious angle. 
Moving to get a full stroke, I bury John Thomas in the depths of Jayden and
let go; string after string of cum, flows deep into her bowels.  Relief
overcomes the stress of holding back, I feel in dreamland.  Manhandling
Jayden's body, clutching her to me, I manage to get us lying on the bed,
with John Thomas still buried in Jayden anal sleeve.  She feels so soft,
her hair smells so good, and she is now really the love of my life.  This
is going to be a wonderful weekend! 
******************************************************************

   Skip and I are eye to eye; I am not giving Skip any ground.

   "So you what do you think?  Is the SUV just a diversion?"

   "You are not going to answer!  Yet!  We will get back to that.  Morgan
doesn't do nickels and dimes, he certainly isn't a driver, he has a large
group of hoods under his control, and all are mob related with no
conscience.  There has to be something else I am missing!"

   "Could he actually be an escort?  The SUV and police escort are a cover
for something else."

   "I thought of that, but during the last three weeks following them, I
never noticed anything out of the ordinary.  They drop the contents off the
SUV at a secured warehouse, and the SUV returns to its starting point, and
the next day is a repeat.  Something important has to be going down,
otherwise Morgan wouldn't be involved."

   "It sounds like a slide of hand, you watching him while others are doing
the deed!  Do you believe he has eyes on you?  Or are there other agencies
involved."

   "I wondered about that, it really doesn't make sense.  So what am I
missing?"

   "Maybe it is in front of the cruiser, or perhaps the real treasure is
behind you.  I can check my tapes again.  It has to be there, I didn't know
what to look for!"

   "Don, shall we make a pact?  Join forces so to speak!  You don't know
what you are looking for other than trouble, me I want Morgan, preferably
dead!"

   "Isn't that illegal?

   "You're joking!  You with seven crispy corpses, me just thinking about a
possible corpse and your thinking about what is legal?"

   "What seven corpses?"

   "Give me a break!  So are we a team!"

   "Actually it sounds like a plan; it will give me something to do."
*****************************************************************

   Waking with Jayden spooned against my body, reminds me of the events of
yesterday, one of Jayden virgin orifices is now history, two to go.  One of
my hands is cupping her breast then I feel the nipple get hard.  Jayden is
awake.

   "Good Morning sleepy head, did you sleep well?  How do you feel?"

   "Humm Uncle Don, I feel great, my bum hole is tender, but I feel
wonderful."

   Lifting the blanket and sheet, the scent of what happened hits us both
like a hammer.  We need a shower.  The sheets are covered with K.Y.  Jelly,
sperm and Jayden's elixir.  Some crusty, some still moist, our lower bodies
coated, but the memories, I want to do Jayden's ass again.

   "I think we both need a shower then breakfast.  I am hungry for some
reason.  You?"

   "I am hungry for you Uncle Don.  You know what is next."

   The next virgin opening is her mouth; she is puckering her lips, and
then sticks her finger in and saws.  John Thomas, is all for the next
phase.

   "You shower first while I start breakfast, bacon and eggs fine with
you?"

   "Anything, boy do I stink!"

   "Shower!"

   Jayden naked goes to small bag and leans over, that action causes her
rosebud to spread just a bit, allowing a blob of cum to seep out.  I wish I
had a camera, what a picture!

   After breakfast, I head for the shower.  John Thomas is stretched to the
max, knowing what is coming next; Jayden's soft mouth. 
******************************************************************

   "What's the plan Skip?"

   "It seems pointless to follow Morgan and the cruiser, there has to be
something I have been missing."

   "There could be an answer in my tapes; I never did analyze the rest of
the traffic."

   "What's your last name Don?"

   "Johnson, Don.  P."

   "Mr.  Johnson, would it be convenient to review your tapes?"

   "Since you asked so nicely, yes!  You can follow me to my abode."

   It took twenty minutes, to the turn off, the Suburban with four wheel
drive engaged crawls up the incline, at the top, and I parked in the rear.
Skip is midway up, rocks and gravel are clanging off his inner fenders, and
he is not a happy camper!  Finally, he is parked.

   "Who in the hell in their right mind would live halfway up a mountain. I
didn't think I would make it.  The last time I travel in terrain this bad
was in Afghanistan."

   "I heard the CIA was full of whiners and whooshes."

   "You're full of it!"

   After nearly three hours of reviewing the tapes, there is a good
possibility we found the key to Morgan's folly.  Four vehicles behind
Skip's Chevy is a Green Mercedes-Benz Sprinter, with door sign, Roland's
Cartage.  The logo is `We haul Anything Anywhere'.  It is the same licence
number in all tapes, this must be the connection.  Tomorrow morning we will
follow the Sprinter.

   After dinner, Skip says he needs some exercise, I caution him to be
carefully with his footsteps, the mountain does not forgive stupidity, a
slip and a fall is dangerous.  There is very little soil to cushion a fall.
When he returns he looks at me with a questioning leer.

   "You said you had nothing to do with the `Seven Crispy Critters' Right!"

   "As I told you I watched it on TV.  All I saw the night of the event was
the flashing lights from the other side of the rock face."

   "I think you are trying to blow smoke up my ass!"

   "Now what are you talking about?"

   "I notice a few pock marks on your plant holder rock collection.  I
recognize the marks from numerous situations in Afghanistan, those bastards
came after you!  Why!"

   "You must be confused; maybe the fresh air is getting to you."

   "Oh, I am not confused.  I will bet you that if I was to walk the face
of your mountain, I would find evidence of some dastardly deeds.  Oh, I
know you likely took pains to cover all evidence, but some would still be
there to be found, knowing what to look for.  Come clean!"

   "I, like Klinger in the old `Hogan's Heroes' series, `I know nothing!"

   "Let's assume, that those seven had malice on their mind, why would they
come gunning for you?  What did you do?  Hypothetically of course."

   "This all hypothetically of course, they could have been looking for a
young lady who may have been incapacitated with drugs, who was secured by
the seat belts in the back seat of the wrecked car, or perhaps numerous
kilos of drugs that were in the SUV that burnt."

   "You have the drugs?"

   "As you said this hypothetically, I can assure you they burnt in the
wreck.  Hypothetically, they were soaked in gasoline before the SUV caught
fire."

   "There was no mention of a girl in the police reports."

   "What girl?"

   "What did use to take them out?"
******************************************************************

   Jayden is watching the door, when I return from my shower.  John Thomas
is in his glory, knowing what is next.  Jayden looks at me then purses her
lips.

   "I have never given a blowjob, Uncle Don.  Lots of the girls at school
claim they have.  Some like the taste others say they gagged and spit it
out.  I don't know what to think."

   "Some girls like the taste, others as you mention detest it.  Just like
some guys love eating pussy, and others find it revolting.  I am in the
first set, I love pussy, and I love your pussy.  I love the way you
squirt."

   "Can I suck you now Uncle Don?"

   "Oh, I am more than willing."

   Jayden beckons me to follow her to the fresh remade bed.

   "Lay on your back Uncle Don."

   "I think after what we enjoy last night, you can call me Don."

   She seems to study John Thomas.  The she grasps the shaft, exploring
down to my full set of balls.  She plays with the foreskin, she fingers the
seeping precum.  Coating her index finger, she puts in her mouth and seems
to analyze the taste.

   "That's not really that bad Don."

   "As I said some girls like it others don't"

   She takes the plunge and engulfs the head and two inches of shaft.  The
heat of her mouth, nearly cause an accident, pre-ejaculation.  Hell, it
feels so good, like anal sex, I pray Jayden enjoys swallowing sperm as a
result of the blowjobs.

   "Jayden would let me eat you first then you can finish your blowjob?"

   She looks at me questioningly, but lifts her head from my shaft.

   "After a guy's cum, they are usual useless for a bit.  I want you to eat
you till you cum, and then give me a blowjob."

   She releases my shaft, I get up and she lies down, knees up legs spread.
I love her super-sized lips.  Her elixir is flowing profusely, knowing she
is a squirter; I keep my mouth at the ready, when Jayden explodes, and I
will capture all her ejaculation.  Jayden cums three times, three times I
accept a deluge of fresh tasty pussy juice.  I love Jayden.  She grabs my
ears and pushes me away.

   "Oh Don, enough, I don't think I can cum again.  I love the feeling but
I'm sore."

   "I love doing it doing it for you.  We can do it again this afternoon."

   "Let me do the blowjob thing.  I want you in my pussy this afternoon."

   John Thomas is more than willing.  Again on my back, Jayden has John
Thomas in her hands, then leans over and engulfs the head.  She sucks; it
fascinates me watching her cheeks collapses as she sucks.  She is really
into the suction part of it.  This isn't going to take long, as much as I
want to hold off, it is impossible.

   "Jayden, I am going to cum!"

   She looks at me, her eyes glisten with excitement, she continues to
suck, and then all hell breaks loose.  Hot cum pumps into her mouth, she
gags, and then the white cream comes out both nostrils.  There is a really
shocked look on her face but she doesn't let go until John Thomas goes soft
like a limp noodle.

   "That is not the way it should go is it!"
*****************************************************************

   "Let's plan for the job at hand, not talk about a hypothetically past.
What is next?"

   "The Sprinter is the key; they have to be hauling something important
for Morgan to be lead man.  I would love to take a peek at the interior of
that van."

   "That is going to take some planning; my guess is J.  P.  is in contact
with the Sprinter, so we can't just take it out.  What we can do is follow
them and maybe an opportunity will present itself."

   "Do we have time to try it today?"

   "If they true to the past couple of weeks, they should pass within a
half hour.  We can watch from your veranda, and when they come into sight,
drive down the mountain and wait till they pass and tail the Sprinter."

   It took Skip nearly ten minutes to turn the Chevy so it is heading down
the face of the mountain.  I spotted the cruiser, pointing it out to Skip;
he slowly descended the mountain face.

   "I can't believe you choses this place to live.  You have to crazy!"

   We stop at the road side and let the traffic pass, actually we are
waiting for the van to pass, and slip in behind it.  Since the road is
narrow and so many curves, passing isn't something that is done by anyone
sane.  We just follow the unit till we reach the city.  We assumed it would
follow Morgan's vehicle but it actually pulls into a fast food restaurant
parking lot.  Two males get out, and walk to the restaurant disappearing
inside.

   "I wish I had ex-ray vision.  Just what are they moving?  The tires show
a slight bulge, so there is some weight."

   "I noticed that as well, those privacy windows don't help."

   "Maybe these will help."

   Skip reaches into the glove compartment and takes out a funny looking
part of glasses.  What the hell are those?

   "The lenses help remove the glare from the windows, and in the right
light give a view of what could be inside.  I'll try them, you watch the
restaurant door."

   Skip, slips out and goes to the rear of the van, climbs on the step
bumper and looks in.  Then he returns to the Chevy and tosses the glasses
to me.  I follow his example.  The glasses do help, but the only thing I
can see is neatly piled boxes, a couple of bags similar to the ones I
retrieved from the over turned SUV months ago.  Could it be more cash? 
Back at the car, I return the glasses to Skip.

   "All I seen is boxes, and some bags, you see anything else?"

   "The same, it could be anything, but the odds are it is something
illegal.  I would love to search it."

   "That will be a bit difficult with the two drivers."

   "All we can do today, is follow them, it will be interesting to see
where the van ends up."

   We didn't have to wait long, both men return to the van carrying cups of
coffee.  Twenty minutes later, the van pulls off the main street into an
industrial area.  We stop at the entrance and watch.  The van moves in
front of a large bay door, sounds the horn once and the door slowly starts
to roll upwards, once open the van drives in and the door closes.  So much
for our investigation.

   "This leaves us hanging.  Can you see the unit number?"

   "14E"

   "Good, let's get the street address.  We can do some research.  Maybe
the records will show who owns the building and who is actually renting the
unit."

   "Humm, let me guess, a shell corporation, owned by another shell
corporation etc."
******************************************************************

   We followed the van the next seven trips.  The group only moved items
week days, nothing on the weekends.  The drivers are creatures of habit. 
They stopped at the same restaurant every day.  We still were no further
ahead than we were on the first trip.  We need to see what is in the van.

   A search of the street address and the unit number provide zip, a shell
corporation on the complex, a shell corporation rented the unit of interest
to us.

   Back at the cottage, enjoying a coffee, we are reviewing our results,
the square root of zero!  Skip is not happy.

   "We are getting nowhere; we need to see what is in the van.  You still
don't know what Morgan is up too!"

   "How far do you want to go with this, Don?  You have nothing invested
here.  For some stupid reason, I actually feel comfortable with you."

   "Shit, that is a real vote of confidence; explain exactly what you
mean!"

   "Come out to the car."

   The sun is still bright, and as usual it is quiet on Everett Mountain,
the only sounds are the occasional bird and now and then a vehicle on the
highway below.  Skip, opens the truck and removes two odd looking rifles,
something like a single shot shotgun.

   "We could use these on the drivers and search the van.  However, after
the deed, it will put everybody on alert that someone is interested in the
van and its contents."

   "Just what are these; they are not standard rifles, hell you are not
suggesting we shoot them!"

   "No dummy, they are tranquilizer guns, as soon as the two depart the van
we shoot both in the ass.  In seconds, they are out for the count.  Have
you noticed there is little or no activity when we are in the parking lot
and they always use the same parking spot?  But there is always the
possibility something could go south!"

   "I for one, am sick of following those dummies, let's go for it!"

   "Good, let's do it tomorrow, we will be at the restaurant parking lot
waiting for them.  It is going to be interesting."
******************************************************************

   Jayden does look comical with cum dripping from both her nostrils and a
small glob running down her lip.  John Thomas is very happy with the
result. There is a smile on my face, which Jayden notices.

   "It's not funny, I had no idea just how much of that stuff you actually
squirted.  Yesterday it felt good in my ass but I had no idea of the volume
you pumped into me."

   "It was your first time, you weren't prepared for it.  I hope you will
want to do it again.  I love the way it felt."

   "I am all for doing it again, but not today.  We have one more goal
before any repeats."

   We still have the last of her three virgin orifices to penetrate, her
pussy.  Jayden body is a temple, and I plan to worship every part of her.
When I suggest a warm shower before proceeding Jayden agrees.  I need so
time to recharge.  Watching her nude body move about has John Thomas
showing interest.  I still can't believe how fortunate I am being allowed
to be with Jayden and receiving her truly precious gifts, I am so
fortunate. The best part of course is, she wanted it.  Grabbing a towel, I
follow her to the small deck.  She looks at me and smiles, slips into the
shower, soon the sound of water flowing has me envisioning her.  I should
have bought a larger shower so we could shower together.  This one is just
too small.

   Moments later, Jayden appears, grabs her towel and starts drying; she is
going to have to use the dryer on her long hair.  Enjoying a leisurely
shower, making sure I am squeaky clean.  Inside, Jayden is sitting in front
of the mirror, hair dryer in one hand, a brush in the other.  Me, I just
sit and enjoy the view.  Long ago, while in many shitholes in the world, I
envisioned this exact view to keep sane.  Now I am enjoying it in real
time!

   "Jayden you are so beautiful, it is hard to believe what has happened."

   "You still have one more challenge, I hope you are ready, my hair is
just about dry."

   John Thomas has been twitching enjoying the very feminine movements of
Jayden drying her hair.  Her back is flawless, smooth skin; her hips flare
just enough to make them very sexy.  Then there is the crack of her bum
cheeks, so sexy.  John Thomas is fully recovered erection wise, ready for
the last challenge of the day.  Jayden turns to face me, smiling.

   "I am ready Uncle Don, I even brushed my teeth."
***************************************************************************
***

   The plan is set; Skip and I will have a good breakfast and drive
straight to the parking lot, park the car in a slot across from the van's
usual parking spot and wait.

   "Okay Skip, run it by me just how this is going down."

   "If the driver and his buddy do the usual, park, and both leave the
vehicle at the same time, you and I with rifles in hand will fire the darts
at the same time, aim at their ass cheeks, back shots are not guaranteed to
penetrate, because of their clothing.  As soon as their knees buckle, you
and I will go to the passenger side and lift the dead weight back into the
front seat, and then we will do the same for the driver.  I have plastic
hand cuffs to ensure they don't move if they come to before we are done. 
The driver, we'll cuff to the steering wheel, the passenger to the hand
support molded into the frame."

   "Then what?"

   "We finally get to see what my friend Morgan is moving."

   "What are we going to actually do?"

   "That we will play by ear when we actually know just what the cargo is."

   "And if they are transporting girls?"

   "I hope not, but if they are, we can remove them, and call 911 and get
the hell out of sight."

   "And the driver and his pal?"

   "I have been thinking about that, after we are done, we do call 911 and
report we have seen a guy with a gun in the parking lot, we tell 911 that
we think he is going to rob the restaurant and hang up.  The police will
come and investigate, our two friends will surely be arrested and Morgan
will be some pissed off."

   "That still doesn't get you Morgan."

   "No, but he will be try determine who had the balls to hit is truck, he
knows I want him.  It may have him make a mistake.  If he determines it was
me, he knows the CIA dumped me; he and his crew will make a point of coming
after me.  That is when the fun starts."

   "What fun?  From what you told me he isn't the playful type."

   "I want the bastard to take a shot at me, and then I will kill the
prick. It won't bring my partner back but I hope it will make me feel a bit
better!"

   "You realize he won't come alone.  You could have an army of his
soldiers on your case."

   "As long as I take him down it will be worth it.  You can return to your
mountain retreat.  I thank you for all you have done so far.  I don't want
to take you down with me."

   There is no way I am going to let Skip face these pricks on his own. 
The only way he, we, can survive is to make them come at us at a place of
our choosing.  That place has to be Everett Mountain, we can hold off
everything but artillery.

   But first we have to take the two in the van. 
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** Jayden is standing in front of me, her beautiful pussy swollen with
excitement.  I want Jayden.  She is beautiful when she walks; her bum
cheeks movements telegraph sex.  John Thomas is aching.

   "Come on Uncle Don."

   Jayden sits on the edge of the bed, staring at John Thomas, who is
bouncing up and down. She reaches out and gives him a squeeze, hell that
feels good.  Then she lays back, puts her hands behind her head, and
spreads her legs, her pussy opens displaying a beautiful pink interior, a
very excited clitoris and a perky rosebud.  I want Jayden.

   Jayden smells so good.  She has applied scent to her body, I can only
guess where.  Her inner thighs are calling me.  First we taste then we
plunge.  I do find a spot where her scent has been applied, just below her
pussy, on her thighs.  Her natural scent is overwhelming the perfume. 
Kissing both lips, my tongue tastes her liquid offering.  I will never get
bored eating out Jayden.  Using the lessons I learned, when I feel her body
on the verge of a climax, I cup her opening with my mouth ensuring all her
essence is captured and there is a large volume with each climax.  We will
never have to worry about lubrication with Jayden.

   Jayden's head is rocking from side to side as she accepts each wave of
pleasure that is running through her body.  My thumb is at her rosebud and
slowly slips into her anal passage.  It is warm and moist, and with every
climax Jayden enjoys, I can feel the contractions on my thumb.

   "That is enough Uncle Don; I never thought my bum could make me feel so
good, but when I came, I could feel my bum tighten on your thumb.  If we
continue I will be too exhausted to enjoy you taking my last cherry.  I
want to feel your cock in my pussy."

   John Thomas is ready, I am ready, and Jayden is more than ready.  Let
the game begin.

   "Jayden, we can do it two ways, you on top controlling everything, you
can do it at your own pace, or me on top!"

   Jayden sits up, smiles and then caresses John Thomas.  If she continues
to play, there will an eruption and we will have to wait before her final
cherry is taken.  I want Jayden.

   "I will be on top, and then I can look you in the eyes when you are
inside of me.  I know I will enjoy everything.  It is just the unknown; I
know that it will hurt a bit when my cherry is torn."

   Jayden wiggles to get in position.  She man handles John Thomas to get
him at the right angle; I can feel the dampness of her pussy on the head. I
want to push upwards.  But Jayden is in control.  She is looking into my
eyes as she bonces up and down, with no penetration.  I really don't know
who much of this foreplay I can take.  Then Jayden surprises me, I was
expecting her to continue the foreplay, instead she slams her body down,
gone is her cherry, her facial expression is that of shock.

   "Shit that hurt, Uncle Don.  I can feel you inside of me.  That part is
good, but the sting, that I don't like."

   "It should dissipate in a short time.  Just lie on top of me for a few
minutes then try to move up and down."

   I so desperately wanted Jayden to enjoy this part of sex, it is my hope
that all will be well shortly.  Jayden doesn't move for a couple of
minutes, and then she sits up and slowly tests her new feeling of being
full of John Thomas.  I can feel liquid seeping down on my balls, her
essences and virgin blood.  It doesn't take long for Jayden to get into the
movements.  She is bouncing up and down and gradually the speed increases.
Hell if feel so good.

   I watch her face and body movements hoping she will have her first
vaginal climax, I am fighting my own body to refrain from cumming.  I want
too, John Thomas wants too.  But I want Jayden to cum first.  Then I feel
her vaginal muscles grasping John Thomas, hell there is no way I am going
last.  Finally Jayden body freezes, her lungs relax with a burst of air,
then she collapse on my chest, now John Thomas does his thing.  All I feel
is relief from the frustration of holding back.  John Thomas slips out of
Jayden with plopping sound.  I just hug Jayden.  I do really love this
girl!
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**

   Skip gets out of the car, goes to the trunk and returns with the rifles
wrapped in a blanket.  He hands me one and I watch as he makes sure the CO
tube is full, and then load a rather long tube that has what appears to be
needle point.  Mimicking him, I do the same.  The units are loaded.

   "Those shell or whatever you call them are large, what are they actually
used for?"

   "Horses, if a horse is injured they sedate them with these darts."

   "A bit of overkill don't you think?"

   "Maybe, but I want them to be out when we search the van."

   When I pull out two pairs of medical gloves, handing one pair to Skip,
he gives me a questioning look.  "Leave no trace, somebody will be going
over that van with a fine tooth comb, either your buddy Morgan or the
police, we will not leave a trace." Fifteen minutes later the Sprinter
rolls into it parking spot.  We watch and as the doors open both Skip and I
are out aiming, we both fire all there is a `pszt' sound.  My dart hit my
target in the right buttock.  As he attempts to say something his knees
give out and he is on the ground.  Skip's target is incapacitated as well.

   We both manhandle my target and get him back in the truck.  In seconds
Skip has him cuffed and his wrist are now tied to the handle embedded in
the window frame molding.  Hell, the driver is a bit overweight, but with
great effort he is leaning back on the driver's seat, his wrist attached to
the steering wheel.  Neither subject is going anywhere.  Both are carrying
hand guns, the police will relieve them of the hardware.

   Satisfied with our work, we can now satisfy our curiosity about the
contents of the van.  Opening the door behind the driver, we both climb in.
Boxes and bags are everywhere.  Skip uses a small knife to slit the tape on
two of the boxes, one has dope in it the other cash.

   "Now we know, they are not nice guys.  What are you going to do with it
this?"

   "Don't rush me, let me savor every moment, I thinking of J.P.  reaction
when finds out he has been hit.  It feels good."

   I let Skip enjoy his excitement and start moving boxes.  At the rear
over the axle is a wooden packing box.  It is solidly built with metal
straps securing the item.  Whatever the hell it is, weighs a ton.

   "Hey Skip, if your done gloating, come and take a look at this."

   "Well in my professional opinion, it is a wooden box."

   "Asshole, feel the weight of it."

   Skip attempt to move it, with all his strength it moves about three
inches.

   "I think we hit the jackpot, this we are going to take."

   "What hell are you talking about take?  We can't move it."

   "We can, like they must have.  See the ramp and dolly; the two guys must
have pulled into the van on the dolly."

   "What is it?"

   "There is only one thing I know that J.P.  Morgan would be interested in
that weighs that much."

   Dah, then it hits me, gold!

   "Bullion!"

   "You got it, there has to be over one hundred pounds.  Check to see if
there are any other surprises in the van."

   There more boxes of cash and drugs.  If I could, I would have the
Salvation Army here to haul away the cash, then I would gladly burn the
truck, yes even with the two still handcuffed in the front.

   At the back of the truck, there are four smaller bubble wrapped
containers, sitting on the top of the load; they appear to have been thrown
in as an afterthought.  Grabbing the, there is very little weight.

   "I got something Skip, doesn't weigh much."

   "If I was to guess Don; Diamonds."

   "Diamonds!  Just thrown into the truck?"

   "These soldiers, do what they are told, they know better than to ask
questions.  J.  P.  has a violent temper."

   Skip opens the bubble wrap; inside there are five, for want of a better
word, pouches.  They feel like velvet.  Undoing the tie on one, Skip pours
the contents into his hand, about twenty cut diamonds, of various sizes. 
They have to be worth a fortune, each pouches has more diamonds.  And there
are three more unwrapped containers!

   "Oh, J.  P.  is really going to be pissed.  We will take these and the
gold; we will let the police have the cash and dope."

   I am still wondering how and the hell we are going to move that gold to
the trunk of his car.  The diamonds are no problem.  Actually it wasn't
that difficult.  Skip back the car to the back of the van, using the ramp
in the van, we pushed the crate into his trunk, I thought for sure.  it
would end up on the ground but the old Chevy surprised me.  Figuring we
were done, I slide the ram back into the van and start closing the door. 
Skip stops me.

   "What the hell, J.  P.  doesn't need all of these."

   He grabs five sealed cardboard boxes and throws them into the trunk;
more cash is something I really don't need and I don't want to be involved
with dope!  Skip moves the Chevy back into our parking place.  After giving
the interior of the van a last look over, both passengers were still out of
it, we closed the doors.  With the extra weight.  the Chevy didn't handle
the same, but we were not in a rush.

   Once we were a couple of blocks from the restaurant, we look for a pay
phone.  It isn't an easy thing to find, with cell phones.  But we didn't
want anything tracing back to us.  In a small mall, beside a postal box was
a telephone, before getting out of the car, I check for surveillance
cameras.  Skip parks the car on the street a block from the phone and
walked back.  I called 911 and reported the possible robbery giving the
address and hung up.

   "Shit I wish we could have watched the police take down the van.  J.  P.
should be shitting bricks by now.  The missing van would have been reported
to him by now and his goons will be out patrolling looking for it."

   Skip is really proud of himself; he knows the risk and danger.  J.  P.
Morgan will have a reward for anyone who can point the finger at who is
responsible.  All the way back to the cottage, Skip hummed a happy tune. 
Me, I wondering what next! 
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   Jayden is still lying on my chest; the residue of our sex is seeping
down my balls.  My hands are roaming up and down her back, to her ass crack
massaging her rosebud, knowing that beautiful opening will an integral part
of our future sex life.  My face is still buried in her hair, the scent of
her shampoo and perfume reminds me just how fortunate I am to know a young
woman like Jayden.  Jayden moves, she is coming back to the present.

   "How do you feel Jayden?"

   "Humm, wonderful, we should have been doing this year ago.  I love you
Uncle Don!"

   "And I love you Jayden, more than you will ever know."

   "I think we need to shower again, we stink.  I bet a made a mess of the
sheets."

   "We have two more sets to get messed up.  I was prepared."

   "Can we just lie together?  I feel so; I can't think of a word for it, I
am glad my first sex was with you Uncle Don."

   "We can enjoy the rest of the day in each other arms, but we may have to
get up to eat."

   During the balance of the weekend, we ensured all Jayden's beautiful
openings were no longer virginal, several times actually.  Jayden got the
blowjob down to a fine art, she would put John Thomas's head at her throat
and start swallowing, thus no more eruptions through her nose!  As for
anal, it was wondrous, we actually started the second tube of K.  Y. 
Jelly. Just before leaving to return to Abbotsville, Jayden grabbed my hand
and lead me to the sleeping area, dropped her jeans, and spread her already
lubricated rosebud.  What a way to end a very memorable and satisfying
weekend.

   The crux of Jayden's conversation on the way to Abbotsville is when we
will do it again.  As she left the Suburban she looked at me and smiled.

   "Now I have something to show Charlize!"

   I watched her enter the building and disappear.  I am going to miss
sleeping with Jayden tonight. 
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***

   The Chevy moaned as we climb the trail to my cottage, there were a few
times when the wheels were spinning, I thought we would have to walk the
rest of the way, but miracles do happen, we came to a stop behind the
Suburban.

   I'm happy to be home, but concerned about what is going to happen next.
I have a shitty feeling that J.  P.  Morgan is going to come a calling.  My
mind is at it again, analyzing the caper.  But first we have to unload the
Chevy, that wooden box is going to be a problem; there is no way we can
lift it.

   "Skip, lets unload the boxes and those pouches, we will have to cut the
straps on that wooden box and remove whatever is in it, piece by piece."

   "Gold, Don!  Lots of J.  P.'s gold!"

   I hope he is right, it going to be a lot of work.  The boxes and pouches
are now sitting on the sofa, no point in looking at what is inside until we
unload the wooden box.  A pair of plyers takes care of the four straps,
each snap as the tension is released.  With the help of a pry bar, I remove
the top of the box; at least I hope it is the top.  There is no indication
on the box `this side up'.  Once the top boards are removed, there is a
layer of bubble wrap.  Folding it back reveals a layer of what looks like
gold wafers, sealed in plastic, I count ten across, twelve down,
one-hundred and twenty wafers per sheet.  They are marked with `1 oz. 
Royal Canadian Mint', there are eighteen layers, and each package is a
duplicate of the one on top of it.  Calculating roughly, there is nearly
one hundred and thirty pounds of gold.  Someone is not going to be happy.
At twelve hundred dollars an ounce, there is a small fortune in gold.

   "What the hell are we going to do with this?  It's not like we can go to
the bank and sell it.  There has to be a record of this somewhere!"

   "Don't worry about it Don, until J.  P.  makes his move and we eliminate
that prick, we may not be alive to actually care!"

   That is true, I am concerned about the wrong things, and our survival
comes first.

   "How long do you think we have Skip?"

   "J.  P.  will be wild for a day or two then the urge for revenge will
take over.  He and his bosses will want a reckoning; they will go through
heaven and hell to find us.  They really don't know who they are looking
for but rest assured all their resources will be used to rectify that.  I
would say we have a week, maybe more till they come calling."

   "How do you want to go forward?"

   "I was hoping you would have some ideas, your experience in face to face
is far more than mine.  Any ideas?"

   "If you believe they will figure out you were responsible, and they will
come looking with vengeance on their mind, I suggest we have them come to
us, here would be the best.  We can re-enforce the front of the cottage,
with more rocks, they can only come at us from the front, behind the cabin
goes straight up, it is possible to climb but I am assuming J.  P.'s
soldiers are not mountain climbers.  I am assuming we will be able to take
out any force he sends up here, the other option is we are dead, and it
really won't matter."

   "What else do you suggest?"

   "We go to town and get supplies to last us a couple of weeks, if there
is a siege, I want to be prepared.  Have you ever spotted?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "I have the expertise to take out the soldiers, but it helps if someone
can spot then and give me the directions to the next target.  I take it you
are not a rifle man."

   "I know how to point it and pull the trigger, but it wasn't one of
better accomplishments."

   "What you can do is spot for me, after I take out four or five of them,
they certainly won't try a total frontal attack.  All I need you to do is
spot and fire at them, it you hit someone it will be a bonus."

   "What about a machine gun?"

   "Where would we get a machine gun?"

   "You got internet?"

   "Yes."

   "Show me; let me give it a try."

   Skip brings up an email account and I watch the screen.  The body of the
email goes like this.

   `need a sewing machine, and at least one thousand bobbins, price and
delivery date, Abbotsville.'

   Sewing machine!  I look at him.

   "Code for machine gun, bobbins is the shells for the gun.  This guy is
one of the bad ones, but owes me his life.  He is a gun runner."

   "I am not even going to ask."

   Ping, and email has arrived.  Whoever Skip sent the email to must have
been sitting on his computer.

   '25,000 cash, two days, need address."

   "The machine gun has been taken care of but we need an address."

   "Not a problem, we can use the `post it' I have used in the past.  The
address is Unit 1204, 6576 Appleby Street Abbotsville."

   "I'll send that address to my guy; I need his address to ship the cash."

   "The `post it' has packaging and labels.  Just put the cash in a
shopping bag and we ship it tomorrow."

   Skip sends the email.  Within minutes the response, the address where to
send the cash.  The seller will ship tomorrow.  Trust?

   "He knows I am a man of my word."

   "We will have to go to Abbotsville tomorrow.  We can use J.  P.  cash to
pay for the gun.  It is fitting."

   Everything is happening so fast, time to slow down and think.  I make
coffee; Skip sits and leans over holding his head in his hands.  The
adrenalin is starting to wear off.  While waiting for the coffee brew, I
turn the television one, and go to the news channel.  We catch the middle
of a report of the largest drug bust in Abbotsville in ten years, the
announcer states the police are baffled, the, yet to be confirmed report,
is when the police arrive to investigate a hold up of the restaurant they
found two perks fastened in their van, both were carry concealed illegal
weapons, the van was full of boxes of various illegal drugs and boxes of
cash, one officer states he has never seen so much cash in one spot.  The
report has Skip's attention; he has a big smile on his face.

   "What is next?"

   "Let's see what's in the boxes you took from the van.  Hopefully cash,
no drugs, and like the gold is the last thing we need to concern ourselves
about."

   Now with the five cardboard boxes on the kitchen table Skip uses his
knife to slit the tape on all of them.  Four are full of bundled cash,
hundreds and fifties.  The fifth box is full of what looks like some sort
of Certificates, Bearer Bonds!

   The title on them is `State of Israel Bearer Bond' Jubilee Edition each
one was for one hundred thousand dollars U.  S.  There is at least two
inches of certificates.

   "You wanted to get at J.  P.  Morgan attention, I can guarantee as soon
as he figures out you were the one behind his loss, you will be his only
target.  There has to be a hundred certificates here.  Does J.  P.  answer
to anyone, or is he the head honcho?"

   "I am only guessing but from the information I had, he is number two.  I
never did find out who he was taking orders from.  If I knew, I would nail
him as well because someone ordered the hit on us, my partner paid the
price."

   "What the hell are we going to do with all this crap?  The gold and
diamonds I can bury on the mountain, but the cash and certificates are
going to be a problem."

   "You deal with a bank in Abbotsville?"

   "Yes."

   "Rent a safety deposit box big enough to hold the cash and certificates,
rent as many boxes as you need.  If we end up dead, your estate will find
them.  The bearer bonds should be redeemable on maturity, I don't know much
about them, but I notice the owners name has not been filled in on any of
them.  They are genuine J.  B.  wouldn't be dumb enough to attempt to pass
counterfeit paper, I suggest we keep some cash to take care of anymore
incidentals that will likely come up."

   I put three hundred thousand in a grocery bag and hang it next to the
door. 
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***

   For the next four days we planned for our survival.  There was enough
room in the cavity where I store the excess cash from my first encounter
with hoods to store the gold wafers and diamonds.  Looking up to the sky,
mentally I told my grandfather, he was right there is gold in them there
hills!  The safety deposit boxes were a simple rental; it took three boxes
to store the cash and certificates.  I also left and envelop with the cash,
giving directions to the gold cache in the event, if the worst happens.

   We made three trips to Abbotsville, to pick up supplies and Skip's
package.  We have enough rations and bottle water to last three weeks.  I
stopped at the hardware store, to pick up one hundred numbered marking
flags, they are usually used to mark water and gas lines if someone wanted
to dig on their property.  I have another use for them.

   With my package of flag, I walk my mountain face driving then into
cracks in the rocks.  My killing zone, if it comes to an all-out firefight,
Skip can use them as reference points when spotting for me.

   Skips machine gun turned out to be an Israeli Uzi machine pistol, with
two cases of magazines.  It may not be actuate at a distance, but will make
a hellva lot of noise.

   We piled additional rocks in front of the cottage, up to the window
sills.  I have a feeling the windows are going to be history before this is
over.  When, I brought out the SVD Dragunov Skip's eyes seem to bulge.

   "Where in the hell did you get that?"

   "You know what it is?"

   "Yes, I saw them in Afghanistan."

   "This was a donation from some concerned citizens, along with some
ammunition."

   "You're full of shit, where did you get it?"

   "Hypothetically, it was in the same car as the hypothetical girl I
mentioned."

   "You are full of little secrets.  Where is this hypothetical girl now?"

   "Safe, and well taken care of, even if you and I become history."

   He looks at me shakes his head but no more questions.

   "Skip, assuming we are on the winning side, what are we going to do with
the bodies.  The local constabulary won't look kindly on a pile of bodies
on the road side, beside as you know from your Afghanistan tour it doesn't'
take long for them to start to smell."

   "Body bags, we put them in body bags.  They will be gone in less than
twenty four hours, assuming we are still standing when this shootout is
over!"

   "I have two questions; where are we going to get the body bags?  And how
in the hell are you going to make the bodies disappear."

   "An email to the same source as the Uzi will take care of the body bags.
An acquaintance of mine will pick the bodies up and dispose of them, for a
slight fee of course but we have plenty of cash.  His bother has a foundry
with a blast furnace that operates twenty four seven.  They will just
disappear."

   "You have some weird friends.  Can you get some illumination flares and
a launching tube for them?"

   "Flares, what for?"

   "J.  P.  and his band of bandits will likely assault us at dusk or in
the dark.  Nothing will surprise them more than being lite up the sky
exposing them as targets; I can likely take out five or six before they
realize I am firing and the flare burns out."

   His email is answered in minutes, forty body bags, five thousand
dollars; ten flares with a launching tube, two thousand dollars, and same
arrangement as with the Uzi.  A trip to Abbotsville tomorrow, to ship the
cash and we can pick a few odds things we need.  The bags and flares should
be here the next day.  That is what is called think positively!  We are
going to be using the body bags.

   Over the next two day we refine out defences.  I will be honest, I
didn't get much sleep; I just couldn't shut my mind down.  The body bags
and flares arrived as promised, another trip to Abbotsville.  Out of habit
I reviewed the drives from the cameras each morning, confirming that rabbit
is alive and well.  This morning was different; one of the cameras the
furthest west point was tripped.  In all the time I have had the cameras
running even my rabbit didn't trip it.  The first time view it I didn't
pick any reason for the activation.  The second time, I ran it is very slow
motion, and located one individual on his stomach.  He wasn't picking
blueberries.

   "Skip, you have to see this."

   With Skip watching, I rerun the drive and point out the intruder to
Skip.

   "Shit, they have found us.  I wonder what he was up too."

   "Recon, getting the lay of the land, he has a camera in his hand.  J. 
P. has a nice photo of our rock pile.  They know where you are.  It's going
to be interesting tonight."

   "Tonight."

   "It is only a guess, but it is a gut feeling, tonight is the night."

   This may be the last time we can do hour final checks, I retrieve the
six Glocks, rifles and ammunition, placing then throughout the cabin, low
enough that they won't be hit by gun fire.  Hopefully, this group of
unfriendly marauders will be will be looking for targets rather than
shooting for effect.  The cabin could be a shambles before this is over.

   "Skip, take one of these rifles to use as a spotter scope, don't fire
because the muzzle flash will show our gun ports, the Dragunov has a sound
and flash suppressor, if we are still alive in the morning take as many
shots as you want in the daylight."

   "What am I supposed to do with Uzi?"

   "After the first exchange of fire, I am sure most the windows will be
gone, just hold it up and fire at will, it is the sound that will keep
their heads down.  Just above you head, there is a trap door to the roof,
use the broom handle to lift it.  It will flop over on the roof.  You will
use the opening to launch the flares, try to launch them at an angle
towards the highway, that way they will float down towards the mountain
face, our killing zone.  When the flares are floating down, you can use one
of the rifles.  The illumination of the flares will cover the mussel
flash."

   We are both on the edge.  The adrenalin is pumping.  I am guessing they
won't approach until after sunset.  That gives us approximately three
hours. The first thing I do is email Bill, explaining what I would like him
to do if this goes south.  He is the executor of my estate, to ensure my
sister has no say over the funds.  He now knows about the safety deposit
boxes and the note for the location of the ingots.  I instruct him, not to
do any investigating for a minimum of two mouths longer if possible, just
because I am dead won't stop others from snooping around the mountain.  If
we are not here to clean up the mess, there will be all kinds of souvenirs
hunters after the police clean up.

   The computer pings.  It is from Bill, short and sweet.  `Good luck'. 
Next I call Jayden, this is going to hurt.  My gut is tied up in knot. 
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   "Hi Jayden, how are you?"

   "Oh Uncle Don, I am glad you called.  I want to know when I can visit
you at the cabin.  I want to do everything again."

   "I have been helping an old army friend, for last couple of weeks.  I
should be finish by the weekend, I will call you then.  I miss you."

   "Okay don't forget.  I haven't had a chance to tell you when you dropped
me off Sunday, I met Charlize in the hall, and we had a long chat.  She
came to my room and I even showed her how swollen my pussy was.  She didn't
mind, actually she had some cream to make if feel better, she even offered
to apply it."

   This is getting interesting.

   "How did that go?"

   "Great, her finger nearly felt as good yours on my pussy.  What really
surprised her was the gobs of your cum that was leaking out of my asshole.
She actually used her finger on me.  It is not as big as your cock but it
felt good.  Then she surprised me by getting undressed and lying beside me.
I won't tell you the rest, but we have been getting together every
evening."

   "I wish I was a fly on the wall.  I want you Jayden."

   "And Charlize?"

   "I miss her as well, but you are my love."

   "Got to go Uncle Don, Charlize is coming over.  I have to get ready, get
undressed.  That will give you something to think about.  Call me Friday!"
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   Skip is pacing, we are both fidgeting, our nerves getting to us.

   "Do you have any family Skip?"

   "No one I am close too, I have a sister but haven't seen her for fifteen
years.  We were never close."

   "I have a sister as well but we are not close, but I am close to my
niece, she has been the rock in my life.  Just thinking of her in the
various hell holes I have been in, kept me sane."

   "That's good.  Sometimes I wish I had family, and then I get into a mess
like this and I'm happy I'm not leaving anyone to worry or grieve."

   "Hopefully we will get through this."

   "I will let you know in the morning."

   There is a sort of smile on his face.  We are talking about defying
death.

   "I going for a shower, it the coroner has me in the morning at least I
will be clean, a little bloody but clean."

   While Skip is showering I prepare a meal, as well as a mound of
sandwiches, in sandwich bags.  In the heat of battle, we may get hungry. 
Any way you look at it, it is going to be a long night, what will really
piss me off is if nothing happens!  Here we are beating ourselves up, and
if nothing happens, it'll be the shits.

   We watch as the sun sets, and gradually the world darkens.  The silence
is only broken by our breathing.

   In preparation for the oncoming event, I filled to small cloth bags with
sand and lay them in front of the gun ports to rest the rifle barrels,
laying on the floor won't be comfortable if I have to support the rifle
while acquiring a target would put a lot of pressure on my arms, this way I
can locate and fire, move the rifle to acquire the next target.  Two old
hats that have been hanging in the rafters for years will protect our head
and face from the breaking glass that I am sure will be falling.  Safety
glasses are also in the pile.  In the first shootout, the malcontents were
professional killers that sought a target before shooting.  I have no idea
what kind of louts J.  P.  Morgan will bring against us.  I know he is
really pissed off at Skip.  I am sure he likely knows I exist but the odds
of him knowing my military background are limited.

   Dam it my mind won't shut down, I am envisioning bodies, lots of bodies
spread over my mountain.  But Skip gets my attention.

   "I could use a coffee, I would love something stronger but we are going
to need every ounce of our conscious to be alert."

   "Coffee coming up, what's your guess of the number of soldiers J.  P. 
will bring against us."

   "Hard to say, minimum of twenty, maximum of fifty, the unknown to him is
you.  The odds are he knows you are here, but with you living like a hermit
in the cabin, he likely not giving much credence for you.  Hopefully you
are my ace in the hole.  I hope you are as good as I think you are!"

   "I'll try not to disappoint.  Come to think of it, if I do disappoint,
we won't be around to discuss it!"

   "Thanks!  Just what I wanted to hear.  That's good coffee."

   Now sitting in the back of the cabin, I watch the camera monitor and all
the LED lights.  The room looks like an arms storage depot.  Rifles and
ammunition are placed where I can get my hands on them if my Dragunov jams
or I run out of ammunition, I have four extra clips, and I don't waste
bullets!  The Glocks are only good for close up encounters which is what I
don't want to happen.  The flares are in lying in front of the window
behind the rock barricade, the last thing we need is a bullet to ignite one
in the cottage, all of them would blow.  We are as ready as we will ever
be!

   Two cameras activate, but it's the ones monitoring the highway, the
traffic continues, no one stops.  Now I am drinking cold coffee, watching.
Nothing happens during the next hour, then one of the furthest camera
blinks, and then the LED light says on.  Switching the camera to night
vision, I can make out two figures move upwards.  More cameras are
activated, their LED lights say on.  Flipping back and forth between
cameras, a steady flow of new bodies appear, some carrying rifles most
appear to have just hand guns, that makes me feel a hellva lot better.  In
a whisper, I call to Skip.

   "I was right, it is tonight; the mountain is crawling with your friends.
Get a flare ready.  We might as well get the party started.  I will take
out the leaders of the pack that will cause the others to go for cover.  As
soon as I am in position, fire the flare.  When the flare ignites, give
them a blast from the Uzi."

   With Dragunov in position, the night vision scope picks out one of the
first group heading up the mountain.  I hear a whoosh behind me as Skip has
fired the first flare, then we hear it ignite and the mountain is lite up
as daylight.  All hell breaks loose, it sounds like a war out there.  The
pistol fire just hits the rock pile with a pluck sound; the rifle fire
could cause a problem.  We can hear the rifle bullets ricochet off the
rocks and whizzing sound as the fly toward the rock face.  My scope
crosshairs move to the forehead of my first target, there is a `pszt' and
the first one falls.  At this point I don't need a spotter, my scope has
picked up four more, with each `pszt' there is one less.  The bad guys are
hammering the cottage with returning fire, both front window are history.
Rifle bullets strike the back walls of the cabin and items are falling off
the shelves.  Then I hear Skip let loose with the Uzi.  I don't know if he
hit anything but all the heads I was about to send to Valhalla have been
lowered for cover.

   I am on my third clip, twenty are down but they keep coming.  Then I
hear Skip.

   "Don, J.  P.  is out there, I just caught a glimpse of him.  He is
mine!"

   "Fire another flare, pick up one of the rifles and see if you can locate
him.  We have been lucky so far, many are using handguns to fire at us, the
rifle fire are the ones doing the damage to the cottage.  I have been
targeting the rifle bearers.  When are the assholes going to quit?  The
bodies are starting to pile up."

   "As long as J.  P.  is alive, they won't quit, he will shot them where
they stand if they try to retreat, he is a ruthless son of a bitch.  I want
to nail him, I going to nail him!  Once he's history the rest will just
quit, they have nothing to gain by killing us.  It is all about J.  P.'s
revenge."

   "Well, locate the son of bitch and get rid of him."

   Locating targets is getting difficult; they attackers who are left are
getting really cautious, they can see the carnage of dead bodies before
them.  And with the noise suppressor, the only way then know I am still
firing is when a buddy goes down beside them.  Skips Uzi fire is for show
at this point.  If they were to rush us, it would be effective.  It has to
produce a very shitty feeling among the one still attempting to attack. 
Nobody had gotten within twenty yard of the cottage; there are six fresh
bodies in front of me.  The arid smell of burnt bullet explosive is getting
nauseous.

   "I see the bastard."

   "Get him in the scope, put the crosshairs on his forehead, and squeeze
the trigger slowly.  Take your time.  We don't want any wounded."

   "Okay Don, he keeps shouting at his men then ducks behind a rock."

   "Put the crosshairs in the area where he ducked.  Carefully, put them on
his forehead and squeeze."

   Two more `pszt', two less attackers, at least twenty five are down from
the Dragunov, I'm not sure if Skip has hit anything with his Uzi, twice I
watch as Uzi bullets chew up some of the boulders.  Then there is a sound
of a rifle from within the cabin.

   "Don, I got the son of bitch."

   "How do you know you got him?"

   "His body is slouching over the boulder he was hiding behind.  He hasn't
moved."

   Swinging my sights to the area where J.  P.  Morgan was hiding, I spot
the body; it wasn't one of my targets.  Blood is flowing profusely down the
rock; J.  P's body is bleeding out.  Holding my scope on him for about
thirty seconds, there is no movement but continuous flow of blood.  I have
to scan for others.  There is some movement, it is men retreating down the
mountain face, and they know J.  P.  is no more, the remaining attackers
are calling it quits.  For the next couple of hours, the cameras are quiet,
the only one active are the ones monitoring the traffic.  When there is no
traffic it is deadly quiet.  Even my rabbit friend is absent.  The noise
has all animals in hiding.  I hope my Super Bunny didn't get hit in the
fire fight.

   Grabbing a sandwich I eat.  The adrenalin is starting to subside.  Skip
is slumped back leaning on the side wall of the cabin, breathing heavily.

   "You think it is over Don?"

   "I haven't picked up any movement for an hour.  The cameras monitoring
the mountain are not active.  I think it is over, but let's give it another
hour.  Sun up should have started by then.  There are a hellva lot of
bodies out there.  We made it.  You have any damage?"

   "Nothing serious, my cheek is bleeding, think I got hit with a rock
chip, came right though the gun port."

   "My left arm seems wet, think it is blood; don't know how it happened.
It could be from the glass when the windows were shot out."

   It is seven in the morning when we venture out, me with my Dragunov at
the ready and my Glock in my belt.  Skip has his Uzi in one hand, a Glock
in the other.  There are seven bodies, twenty yards in front of the cabin.
We walk down the trail to the highway, bodies are everywhere.  The smell of
death, hangs in the air.  All the blood is starting to smell.  The count is
twenty seven, including J.  P.  Skip walks over to his body.

   "I won you son of bitch, Carl can rest in peace."

   Skip picks up what looks like a Silver Glock.  It was J.  P.  personal
pistol.

   "I got my souvenir Don; I will keep this to remind me of my deceased
partner Carl.  He was also my best friend."

   "You earned it.  Now we have to start filling body bags, and then we
police the area.  I don't want a trace of this battle.  It is just horse
shit luck; someone didn't report the encounter, considering the flares."

   "Don it is over and I have to admit I owe you my life, there is no way
in hell, I could have reacted like you did.  You are good, really good."

   "My Motto is `I aim to please'."

   I took four hours of back breaking work to search and then bag all the
bodies.  On four of the bodies, one being J.  P.  Morgan, we found vehicle
keys, there are four units we have to find and get rid of.  I now have a
large variety of ordinance, mostly hand guns of several makes with minimal
ammunition.  The majority I put in a gunny sack, and place it with the
bodies.  They can be turned into a car bumper.  I kept three interesting
handguns and four more rifles, which can actually pass for hunting rifles.
We had the bodies lined up like cord wood along the trail leading to the
cottage.  Don called his buddy for a body pickup.  The fee is two thousand
per cadaver, cash.  Not a problem, I place fifty four thousand dollars of
J. P.'s money in a shopping bag.

   The cabin had taken a lot of punishment.  There were numerous holes in
the roof, the window frames were tooth pics.  The back wall had has two
large holes in it from rifle fire they came through the broken windows and
blew through the back wall.

   Then the silence is disturbed by the sound of a horn.  Three dark blue
Savanas are at the bottom of the hill.  Skip goes out in front of the
cottage and waves them up.  Skip grabs the grocery bag of cash and goes to
meet the first vehicle.  There is a short discussion, Skip hands the bag to
the driver and comes back to the cottage.

   "That's that!  The bodies will be on their way in less than an hour. 
They will take the ordinance free of charge."

   Skip and I, with a fresh mug of coffee in hand, watch as six males place
the bodies on wooden pallets, then using one of those metal strapping tie
down machines, bind the bodies across their chest and just below the knees.
From this distance it appears the slide the bodies on to shelves in the
rear of the vans, which has me wondering how the hell often do they do
this, to need the special shelving!  The large side door is open, to assist
moving the bodies forward allowing the second body on the same shelf.  It
appears they place three bodies side by side and then move them forward. 
They are professional at what they do.

   The all the door as shamed shut, all mount their vans, we hear on blast
of a horn and the vans slowly back down the trail to the highway.  They are
gone.

   "Skip we have to police the mountain face, and gather anything related
to the shootout.  There has to be a ton of brass out there."

   "What we should do first is round up the vans, I have another contact
that will take them off our hands, and especially if I tell him they are
free."

   "I don't want to know."

   We only locate three vans which are Sprinters, relatively new, the
titles are in the glove boxes, all registered to the shell corporation. 
There was evidence there was a fourth that left the area very quickly,
there are deep ruts on the shoulder and the back tire marks on the
pavement. The survivors must have got the hell out of Dodge in a hurry.

   Skip makes a call.  Two hours later an older large Buick sedan shows up,
Skip talks to someone one his cell, then hangs up.

   "Done."

   We watch as four jump out of the sedan and examine the vans.  Three get
behind the wheels and the vans move off, followed by the sedan.

   "Let's have some breakfast and then start the policing.  We have to get
rid of J.  P.'s blood on that rock."

   "Please, let's not talk about it until breakfast is over."

   After all the mayhem, I am hungry.

   "Don I owe you big time, I owe you my life, there is no way I could have
held of J.  P.  and his band of killers.  It is now finny but considering
when you first contacted me I was ready to do you harm."

   "You and whose army?"

   "Thanks, and I do mean it.  Is there anything I can do for you?"

   "There are a couple of things."

   "What?"

   "Can your get me a title for my Dragunov and a title for two of the
Glocks and a carry permit?"

   "I think it can be done, give me the serial numbers and I will inquire.
As long as there are no warrants for the guns, I don't think it will be a
problem."

   "That is it for now, unless you know a good log cabin carpenter."

   "I know a lot of people but you got me there."
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   For the next three days we policed the hill, I have a bag full of brass,
various pieces of skin and bone, and two caps and miscellaneous items.  We
burnt everything in as hot a fire as we could produce.  I rake through the
coals search for any evidence something was not completely incinerated. 
The brass, we also burnt to remove any trace of evidence from them, after
heating them three times, we used a sledge hammer on them.  They are no
distinguishable shapes other than flattened shell casings.  They are now in
two shopping bags waiting for my next trip to Abbotsville to dispose of
them in the dumpster in the mall parking lot.

   It took three applications of a solution using sodium peroxide powder,
to actually drastically reduce J.  P.  blood stains from the boulder.  You
can still see an outline, but the odds of getting any DNA samples are very,
very doubtful.  Using sodium peroxide is very dangerous.  Carrying a bucket
half full of the concoction, I dabbed the majority of the blood splatters
on the mountain face, now we need a good rain to dilute whatever I missed.
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*

   "Don, it has been a week and nothing has happened.  I have to get back
to New York, I had put two cases on hold to come and contact you.  In my
mind it was only for a chat to get you off my case, but that didn't happen.
I can't say it wasn't interesting."

   "You are certainly an interesting person Skip; I would like to say it
has been a pleasure.  Do bad guys always follow you?"

   "Hey, it was you who contacted me, remember?"

   "I guess you are right.  Don't forget my titles."

   "I will check when I get to my office; I have your email address and the
address in Abbotsville.  By the way, you can do whatever you want with the
diamonds, gold, certificates and cash.  I really don't need it.  I didn't
do this for rewards, I did it for my partner, and getting rid of that snake
J.  P.  makes me feel good."

   "I really don't need it either, but I am sure a few charities will be
getting donations from J.  P.  Too bad he isn't around to use the tax
donation receipts."

   Skip had very little to pack, I watched the Chevy slowly creep down the
trail to the highway, once on the pavement, he tooted the horn and was
gone.
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***

   My priority is to get the cabin repaired, I have been putting off
calling Jayden, I really don't want to explain the shape of the cabin. 
Then, I recall when I first week at the cabin, squirrels had invade the
room and managed to chew holes in four places, there was squirrel shit
everywhere.  I called a repair person, whose name was on the grocery store
bulletin board.  He is in his sixties but knew all about log cabins.  He
had a supple of the right size logs and the expertise to replace the
damaged ones without taking the cabin apart.  After a call, he promised to
give me an estimate this afternoon.

   As his old pickup crawled up the hill, I could see the expression of
shock on his face through the windshield.  I guess the bullet holes in the
roof, had got his interest.

   "Don, what the hell happened here?  It looks like a war zone."

   "Would you believe a miniature tornado?"

   "Whatever you say, Don."

   "Jack, can you give me an estimate to put it back together, close to
what it was?"

   "Let me take a look."

   Jack took over an hour, walking back and forth, and then stopping to
take a measurement every so often.  I made fresh coffee.  He then went to
his truck to get more paper for his clip board.  His facial expressions
tell the tale, first frustration, then a smile, he writes, again deep
thinking, then a smile more writing.  He is now walking towards me.

   "It isn't cheap Don, I need at least eight logs the small diameter as
yours, complete new windows and encasements, I would suggest current modern
ones, molded frames and crank out windows.  When was that tornado causing
bullets to explode?"

   "What is the bottom line Jack?"

   "Eighteen grand, give or take a grand."

   "How fast can you have it done?"

   "When do you want it done?"

   "Yesterday."

   "My two sons are visiting for a week they will help, if I can get the
supplies on time, I would say no more than ten days."

   "Do it, do need a deposit?"

   "Please, if I pay cash for the logs and supplies, I can get a better
price."

   The shopping bag originally holding the three hundred thousand is much
lighter, but there is still plenty and more in the bank and in my hidey
hole.  Going into the cabin I grab ten thousand and return to Jack.

   "Here's a ten thousand deposit.  If you need more, just call me."

   "That will get things started.  Can I start later this afternoon?"

   "Please, the sooner the better."

   "I'll be back with my boys."

   My first chore is get more cash from my stone vault, the top stone
didn't get lighter.  I grab one hundred thousand in cash and one gold
ingot. I am going to some research on them. 
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***

   "Hello Jayden.  I missed you."

   "Uncle Don, you were supposed to call four days ago."

   "Couldn't a rock rolled down the mountain and damaged the cottage, cut
the phone line and with no power, my cell went dead.  I have been working
to repair some of the damage.  I have a contractor coming today to start
the major repairs!"

   Ya, I'm a good fibber when it is required.

   "I hope you didn't get hurt, did you?"

   "Only a small cut on my arm, the repairs should be complete in a week or
so."

   "Can we get together before that?"

   "Maybe, I could rent a motel room, and we could meet."

   "Charlize too?"

   Now what is Jayden up too?

   "You want to bring Charlize with you?"

   "Yep, she wants to watch."

   "Watch what?"

   "You, doing me in the ass."
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   Skip, true to his word, I received a title for my Dragunov, showing it
registered in my name, and two titles for the two Glocks, with a concealed
carry permit.  I don't know how he did it but, I sent him an email thanking
him.  With all the activity on Everett Mountain, I can carry the Glock and
feel comfortable.

   Jack and his crew have been working ten to twelve hours a day, when they
removed all the damage logs, I was sure the cottage would collapse, but
gradually as the replacement logs were installed it started to take on its
new look.  Jack removed the old roof, put down new sheeting and it is now
sporting new shingles.  Now instead of a stove pipe out of the roof, there
is an insulated chimney, something I should have done when I moved in.  It
is looking good.  Jack had a proposition for me, for an extra six thousand,
he would build a log addition on the back of the cabin for the shower and
water heater.  I took the offer with a slight change, for an extra thousand
I had a super-sized shower installed that could hold at least three adults.
***************************************************************************
Jayden's suggestion about Charlize had John Thomas interested; it has been
a long time between exercises.  He needs to get out more.  The thought of
doing Jayden anally with an audience, has me hurting.

   "Whose I idea was that?"

   "I guess both of us.  I like her playing with my bum, it is your fault,
and I didn't realize how good it could feel, until you took my anal cherry.
I do it to her and she does it to me.  We talk about you all the time."

   "Leave it with me Jayden, I will try to set it up and call you
tomorrow."

   "You promise."

   "Yes, I will call."
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   A call to the Tulip Motel gets me a reservation for Friday; I can pick
the girls up after school.  John Thomas is overjoyed.  So am I, just the
thought of both girls together, naked wow!  A quick call to Jayden set it
in motion.  She and Charlize will wait at their school for me.  They plan
to tell Mrs.  Rose they are going for a burger then a movie.  As much as I
would love to have them in bed with me for the night, I don't want to take
the chance.  When the cabin is done, I will invite them both for a weekend.


   I am waiting for the school day to end, at the front entrance.  Both
girls spot the Suburban.  It is a sight to see, both in their uniforms,
short blue pleated skirts and white blouse.  Both are carrying a backpack
that most of the students lug around.  John Thomas and I are excited.

   "Hi Uncle Don!"

   "Hello Mr.  Johnson!"

   "Hello to both of you, just call me Don, get in girls, do you want to
stop for something to eat."

   I get a loud NO from both.  It is hard to keep my eyes off all the
exposed skin.  Both girls have legs the just won't quit.  The great thing
is I know the treasure between both of them.  The Tulip Motel is only a
year old, and is near one of the major malls.  There is a steady flow of
traffic in the parking area.  We are in an end unit; nobody bats an eye
when we enter the room.  There is a king sized bed, a sofa, large screen T.
V.  and a whirlpool bath.  Both head for the bathroom, and I hear water
running.  The sound of the whirlpool jets can be heard.  Then quiet, the
scent of bath soap permeates the room.  Quickly I undress, to my shorts. 
John Thomas wants to get the show on the road.

   Both girls enter the room, naked, what a vision.  Both have shaven
pussies, Jayden's luv lips are larger than Charlize's.  Both twirl around
for effect, they lean over giving me a beautiful view of their soft bum
cheeks, and their beautiful rosebuds, and just a bit of their pussies.  I
want them both.

   "You girls are beautiful.  Come to the bed."

   Both climb into the bed, their heads on a separate pillow, they draw up
the legs, and let the knees flop over exposing two star bursts of beauty.
There is moisture at both openings, and I don't think it is bath water!

   "I am going to taste you both."

   First is Jayden, her scent is mixed with a trace of perfume.  She tastes
as good as she did at the cabin.  While enjoying her pussy my thumb cresses
her rosebud, in moments a flood of her pussy juice runs over the opening,
my thumb is now totally immersed inside her.  As Jayden enjoys her first
climax of the day; her anal muscles work over my thumb.  Her hands find my
ears and she pulls my head against her pussy, her hips lift and for her
second climax, my mouth at the ready for the flood of her elixir.

   "Enough Don, Charlize is waiting."

   Charlize's essence is different enough from Jayden's that I could tell
them apart in a blind fold taste test.  She smells so good.  Although her
luv lips are smaller than Jayden's, her clitoris feels a bit larger. 
Attaching my lips to her clit, it is only moments before she explodes.  Her
juice is not as plentiful as Jayden's but it is a lot creamer.  I really
missed this.  Shootouts make the adrenalin flow, but young pussies make
life worth living.  Charlize doesn't grab my ears; her method is two
handfuls of hair and a jerk.  Her second climax is sort of a tremble
through her body, but her secretions are thick and plentiful.  She tries to
close her legs, and is now pushing my head down.

   "Girls I really missed you."

   Crawling between them, they cuddle into me, both throwing a leg over my
legs.  I can feel the heat and moisture from their pussies.  This is a
hellva lot better than playing bang, bang with J.  P.  and his cohorts. 
Both girls feel warm and smell so good.  I really don't want this to end.
Just as I am about to nod off, a hand on John Thomas brings me back to the
present.  Jayden is exploring.

   "I know we can't say the night.  Maybe we should show Charlize where I
like to hide this."

   John Thomas is all for it.  I am hard and raring to go.  Originally, I
was a bit apprehensive about Charlize witnessing me enjoy anal sex with
Jayden.  But now the hell with that, let's get the show on the road. 
Jayden looks at me then readies her body on her knees on the edge of the
bed; I reach for the K.  Y Jelly.

   "No need Don!"

   Her rosebud, is open and lubricated, she must have her own tube.  Jayden
mentioned she and Charlize have been playing with each other.  Hell I
didn't even notice when I was playing with rosebud when I ate her.

   Now standing behind Jayden, John Thomas waving up and down and is more
the ready to do the deed.  Charlize surprise me by sitting up, positioning
herself to get a better view.  Slowly I introduce John Thomas to one of his
favorite hiding places.  Charlize's eyes seem too brighten as he
disappears.

   "It feels so good Charlize; I know you will enjoy it."

   Is there something going on that I am not aware of?  She will enjoy it!
Not that I would turn Charlize down.

   "You are going to Charlize next."

   Now I know!  Charlize surprise me again, she reaches over and encircles
my shaft at the edge of Jayden's rosebud.  I can feel her fingers tighten
as I slide back and forth.  Jayden is moaning, hell I am moaning.

   "Faster Don, I am so close."

   Faster it is, then her anal muscles tighten on John Thomas, I am gasping
to hold off climaxing until Jayden cums.

   "Oh Don, I am cumming."

   So am I!  Weeks of frustration fill Jayden's bowels.  Charlize gives
John Thomas a squeeze.  There is a big smile on her face.  John Thomas is
just a stub of his former stub.  Jayden collapses on the bed, me beside
her.

   "How long before you can do Charlize?"

   "Give me twenty minutes."

   I don't know if I just wrote a check, my body may not be able to cash!
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   Jack and his sons surprised me; the addition went up a lot faster than
the time it took for the cabin repairs.  I had taken a trip to Abbotsville,
and when I returned, Jack and his crew had six layers of logs in place. 
The next day the completed the walls, and roughed out the door to the back
area.  The roof seemed to appear like magic.  The shingles match the new
roof.  The new logs will weather and will be close in color as the existing
one.  If you notice, you are looking to close!

   The addition is sporting a new ceiling light and a heavy duty exhaust
fan.  All the comforts of home!  A large full length mirror hangs on the
wall.  It is certainly not for me, I know I am ugly!  Jack intuition must
have kicked in; I don't need a large three person shower just for myself.
Later that afternoon, Jack greets me.

   "Don, baring wind, snow or rain, we should be done tomorrow.  How do you
like the changes?"

   "You did great work.  I like it."

   "I hope you don't have another bullet tornado in the future."

   "What do I owe you?"

   "I will have the final bill ready tomorrow.  Just have to go through all
my receipts."

   "Fair enough, I will have cash ready for you."

   "I like that."

   Knowing that the cabin is done makes me feel great.  Jack and his sons'
leave, the earliest I can recall since the repairs started.  I had to
replace much of the furniture, actually I should have done it a lot sooner.
I am sitting on a spiffy new sofa; watching a forty inch flat screen.  The
news channel is still talking about the drug bust.  They certainly are
getting a lot of mileage out of that story.  Out of nowhere, I think of the
gold wafer.  Retrieving it, I go on line and search Canadian Mint.  Up
comes the site, I type gold wafers in the search engine.  It shows an exact
duplicate of the one I am holding in my hand, the are available, but I need
to click on another item to find today's price which is twelve hundred
twenty six dollars, U.  S.  Funds.

   I certainly don't need the money.  I can think about what to do with
them later.

   John Thomas, through my eyes is looking a Charlize who is looking at
John Thomas who has regains his length and girth.  Jayden is watching the
interchange and asks.

   "Are you ready Charlize?  It looks like Don is.  Right Don?"

   "It is up to Charlize."

   Oh, I am hoping she is ready.  John Thomas needs another hidey hole. 
And Charlize's back side is a good place to look.  Charlize looks at me,
and then Jayden, lies on her tummy, reaches back and spread her cheeks. 
Her rosebud glistens; she like Jayden must have lubricated her anal passage
anticipating anal sex.

   "I am ready Don.  If Jayden can do it so can I!"

   "Charlize, please kneel on the edge of the bed.  You will be in charge
of how far you want this to go."

   With her on her knees, I introduce John Thomas to her anal rim.  How can
I be so blessed?  Two beautiful young girls, both interested in anal sex,
and both in one day.

   "Okay Charlize the rest is up to you!"

   Charlize reacts similar to Jayden her first time at the cottage.  She
wiggles her body to get into a comfortable position.  Her body moves back
putting pressure on her anal ring and on John Thomas.  I do want to assist
by pushing but resist.  Then the head pops through the ring of resistance
and Charlize's body freezes.  I can feel rosebud pucker on John Thomas, the
pressure does feel good!  Her body relaxes, and pressure is brought to bear
on my shaft, it slowly disappears into Charlize.

   "Are you all the way in Don?"

   "Yes, it feels great to me.  How does it feel to you?"

   "Different, you are a lot bigger than Jayden's finger."

   "Just relax for a moment; it should feel a lot better."
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*** It's been two weeks since Jack and his sons finished the cabin.  The
changes actually make it homier.  My rabbit is still tripping the motion
sensors on the cameras.  I have been changing the thumb drives daily but
just taking glances at them, confirming my rabbit survive, Shootout on
Everett Mountain Two.  I keep thinking of the girls.  Maybe it can be
arranged for them to come for a visit this weekend.  Just thinking about
the two of them in bed, sends tremors through my body ending up with John
Thomas. 
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*

   Charlize remains still, and then she turns and looks at me.  Make me
feel kind of stupid, she looking at me with John Thomas buried to the hilt
in her anal aperture.  Her body moves forward then slams it back taking
every inch I have.  The tempo picks up and then we are in sync.  This is
what life is all about.  Good Sex!

   My hands are on her hips, steading the onslaught.  I hope Charlize is
getting close, because John Thomas is letting me know there is going to be
a problem shortly.  Then Charlize, stops, her body tenses, her anal muscles
are tightening then relaxing on John Thomas, then she lets up a thundering
gasp of air, then slams her body against me.  I can feel her pucker tighten
on John Thomas as she cums.  In seconds my load is deposited, Charlize
collapses, John Thomas pops out of his hidey hole.  What a day.

   I am now between the girls; we have about two hours before they have to
be home.  We enjoy the closeness. 
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   Life goes on; it has been a mouth since the fun on the mountain, nothing
out of the ordinary has happened.  My rabbit continues to trip the cameras,
hell I look forward to his activates.  It is morning, and as usual I am
enjoying my coffee, then that same thing happens, a stupid thought hits me.
What is going on near Everett Mountain?  For some unknown reason I check
complete thumb drive, not just the bunny activity but the traffic part as
well.  For the first ten minutes nothing but cars and trucks doing their
thing, then I notice a police cruiser followed by a black SUV.  Shit!  Not
able to leave a sleeping dogs lie, I check yesterday drive, and guess what,
a police cruiser followed by a black SUV.  I expend my search to determine
if a Chevy is following the parade.  It's not!  J.  P.  was the reason Skip
was interested.  And J.  P.  is very dead.  Should I ask Skip if he knows
what is going on?

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