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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: More Juice !
Part: 9 of 12
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF+ bi MF oral Fsolo)
Language: English
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the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Las Vegas - The City of JUICE.  The
mobsters coined it but left it to the politicians.  The politicians used it
to enrich the usual suspects.  Their families and friends for sure.  Some
claim it's dead after the recent conviction of several county commissioners
for taking bribes.  They're wrong.  JUICE is alive and well.  Sometimes
it's money.  Sometimes it's sex.  Sometimes it's just an introduction.  The
currency is immaterial.  It's called JUICE !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for back ground and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   More Juice !

   Book IX

   (MF+ bi MF oral Fsolo)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Chapter Twenty-Five

   At about the time "Snake" drove out of his place to pick up Casey,
Anderson Davies was on his knees fucking the shit out of this tall, blonde
girl, Nancy Kingston, who was on her hands and knees eating Mindy Weather's
pussy.  Anderson had spread the young woman's butt cheeks apart and was
sawing his cock in and out of the woman like a crazy man.  Mindy was bent
over backwards, crab-like, up on her arms and feet, legs spread, pushing
her cunt right into the girl's mouth.  Her cunt was filled with his first
load.

   He was sweating like a pig.  It was rolling down his chest and sides. 
His girl friend's tits had a large hickie near each of her areolae, the
work of Nancy, while he was eating her pussy.  God !  If undercover was
like this all the time...Fuck !  He'd die on the job.  The sound of wet,
slapping flesh filled the room as Anderson drove his cock in and out of the
up raised behind in front of him.  Her asshole was totally hairless and he
recalled reaming the point of his tongue into it while he was munching on
her shaved cunt.

   Mindy was going to cum again.  This girl could eat pussy.  Her tongue
was tracing her cunt lips and every so often reaming itself into her,
causing her to arch up off the bed and suffocate the girl with her cunt
meat.  Nancy was chewing on her mound, licking around her clitoris.  It was
driving Mindy wild and she thought she ate pretty good pussy.  This girl
was outstanding.  She'd have to get her number.  She was sure they'd be
back in 'Vegas soon.

   Their phones started ringing simultaneously.  Anderson couldn't stop and
continued fucking the shit out of the girl on her knees in front of him. 
Mindy pulled her pussy away from where the girl was licking on her clit
again.  She rushed across the room, naked, her tits bouncing as she went.

   She was moving into the bathroom as Anderson blew his load into the
girl's cunt.  It was coming out all over.  She'd been a tight fit.  He was
panting.  His phone was still ringing.  He finally struggled off the bed,
got to it and opened it up.

   "Davies." He gasped out.  The girl was lying on her stomach, her legs
spread.  His cum was dribbling out of her spread cunt lips.  He watched it
dribble on to the sheets.

   "What the fuck you been doing ?"

   "Been out running.  What did you think ?"

   The agent, on the other end, was laughing.  "Yea...Hey, anyway, the
network went down at seven-thirty this morning.  It sent out fifty thousand
messages in about ten minutes and shut down.  You think last night spooked
them ?"

   Anderson had his breathing under control.  Agent Weathers was coming out
of the bathroom.  "Hard to tell.  We got nothing, just watching.  It was
obviously set up to fuck with us but I thought we'd be able to catch
someone watching.  I was wrong.  Not one piece of traffic out of the target
area.  I'm betting they're on to us.  I don't think you'll see that network
again.  They've closed it down." He was getting spongy looking at his naked
partner.  She was smiling.  The girl was still lying on the bed.

   "When are you guys getting to Newport Beach ?

   "Agent Weathers was in contact with them after the raid.  The slip is
still empty.  She says we're going to do 'Vegas for a while until we head
to the beach."

   "Sounds good.  The locals reported that there have been no sightings of
`Snake.' They have no idea where he is.  Our only lead is the boat.  Good
luck, Anderson.  Don't let her kill you." The agent on the other end was
laughing as he disconnected.  Anderson looked over at the bed.

   Nancy was on her back and Mindy was hovering over her.  His partner's
dark haired head lowered between the girls legs.  Not long after that the
girl's arms came up around Mindy's hips and the girls were going 69. 
Anderson was getting hard looking at them.  He entered the bathroom and
took a piss.  His cock was spongy.  He rustled through his dob kit and
found his viagra.  He dry swallowed one.  When he entered the room Mindy
was on her back with Nancy on top of her.  Mindy's face was plastered to
her cunt sucking his load out, he was sure.

  
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   Jake was sitting down in a depression that was just east of the parking
lot for the casino/bowling alley.  A much better viewing point than the car
wash.  At odd intervals he would stand and let his eyes sweep the parking
lot.  He looked at his watch it was seven fifty-five.  He'd been here for
twenty minutes.  Two minutes later he observed Daniel Haefner drive into
the parking lot.  He watched until Daniel entered the Casino.  He sat.

   Two minutes later an older couple entered the parking lot in an old
pickup and using a handicapped parking slot, entered the Casino.  Just as
they entered, a late model Toyota Camry entered the parking lot.  There
were two guys in it.  Jake checked his watch, just after eight.  He watched
"Snake" Edwards and another man, he'd seen before but couldn't remember his
name, enter the Casino and then waited a full five minutes before walking
across the parking lot and into the Casino.

   "Snake" was on edge.  A whole lot of work was going down the drain. 
Somebody had discovered them.  He had no illusions that he could duel the
feds.

   Casey was checking out one of the waitresses.  Maybe nineteen, college
student maybe ?  He also noticed how tight "Snake" was.  Casey didn't
understand, the dope made it.  That's what made the money.  That and the
girls.  The network was just "bling."

   "Snake" looked at his watch.  It was six after.  "Where is your guy ?  I
thought you said he was reliable." Daniel looked uncomfortable.  Just as
"Snake" finished speaking, Jake walked around the corner and found them.

   Jake was approaching Daniel and called out, "Sorry I'm late." Then
whispered so that only the three of them could hear.  "I was in the parking
lot observing since about seven-forty.  That couple over there." Jake
nodded his head behind "Snake" and then continued.  "They entered the
parking lot two minutes after Daniel and one minute before you did, Mister
Edwards.  No one else has entered the parking lot for five minutes." Much
louder now.  "Thanks for waiting, guys !"

   "Snake" relaxed and turned just as the old woman returned from sitting
the older couple.  This kid, Daniel brought to breakfast, was sharper than
he'd ever imagined.  He wondered what Daniel told him ?  He'd definitely
find out after breakfast.  Maybe he'd ask the kid to come with them to the
"hacienda ?" He wondered if Carlos would bring Trina.  Maybe she couldn't
get off work and then they probably needed her eyes and ears in place ?

   "Snake" put his hand on Jake's shoulder and guided him into the booth.
He motioned for Daniel to sit on the inside with Casey across from him.  He
was armed and didn't want the young guys to get in the way.

   The waitress was there, filling up coffee cups.  The kid ordered a coke.
It'd been almost four years since he'd seen the kid, knew he was a good
performer with always increasing sales and no hassles.  Other than that he
knew next to nothing.

   "So, Jake, you still living at home because...?" The waitress had left
with their order.

   "It's cheap and my parents are beyond reproach.  He's retired military.
She's a school teacher.  My business is run out of the home but never in
the home.  When something else comes along, I may do something different.
Depends on what I'm doing and how much it brings in." From the moment he
saw "Snake" get out of his car he was sure this was something very
important.  He wanted to have a good reason for all his actions.

   "Do you think your parents suspect ?"

   "My dad may but what he doesn't sniff out himself doesn't exist.  If he
hasn't found my shit, only a full on search will.  I don't think a judge
will do that.  My mother is clueless."

   "Snake" took a sip of his coffee but nobody talked until the waitress
was back with their order.  It took her three trips and they passed salt
and pepper and jams and jellies all around the table.  They ate mostly in
silence, occasionally talking football.

   "Snake" was signaling for more coffee.  "Jake, you free for a couple of
days, maybe a week or two ?  I'm not sure on the timing 'cause there are
some things beyond our control in this operation." He looked over at the
kid.

   He was swallowing some coke.  "You bet, Mister Edwards...No shit, take
me just three minutes to grab a bag.  In and out, if it's okay ?  I got it
packed already.  All I have to do is shove my laptop into the bag and I'm
coming down the stairs."

   "Snake" looked over at Daniel, eyebrows raised.  Casey even looked
impressed.  "Why do you need the laptop ?"

   "I can run my distribution with it and all my code and...Well, I got a
lot of shit on it that I like.  It travels well and can connect on just
about any cell phone to my secure virtual private network."

   "Snake" looked over at Casey.  He was staring at the kid across the
table.  "Let's finish up here, gentlemen.  We've got a flight to catch. 
Daniel, you got some shit out at the `hacienda,' don't you ?" "Snake" asked
as he slid out of the booth.

   Casey was out of the booth and settling the check.  Daniel was nodding
his head up and down as everyone headed for the restrooms.

   Chapter Twenty-Six

   Anderson had a terrible headache.  He was bent over the sink, brushing
his teeth.  Nancy left about ten.  She had to be at work or something. 
Mindy hadn't moved in quite a while.  It was just before eleven, he
thought. The shower was running, the bathroom filling with steam.  Anderson
stepped into the stall.  It felt good.  He'd taken a good slug of vodka
over ice before heading for the bathroom.

   The door opened.  Mindy pulled the shower curtain aside.  She was naked.
"Got room or do you now do just blondes ?" He pulled her into the stall.

   "No, Agent Weathers.  I still like your big titties." He had a hand on
each of her breasts.  Her nipples were erecting, her areolae getting all
crinkly.  The hickies stood out on the white meat of her breasts.  She
reached for his cock and was soon soaping it up.

   "Gotta get all that girl's cunt juice off my guy's cock.  You have a
good time, baby ?"

   "Nah...I think we should have stayed in and studied the case file on
this operation...Then maybe we could watch a movie on HBO." His tongue
ended up in her mouth.  She was jerking on a hardening dick.  Moments later
she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, sliding her lips back
and forth on his shaft until is was slick with saliva.  Anderson leaned
back against the shower stall and let her suck his cock.  It was painful
getting a hardon.

   She was just jerking him off with her hand.  "Dick a little sore ?" She
laughed.  "Well, Agent Davies, are you glad you're the boss' bitch ?"

   Anderson slid down the wall and pulled her face to his.  His tongue was
all over her face and in her mouth.  His hands in her pussy, pulling her
cunt lips apart and rubbing her clitoris with his thumb.  She still had her
hand around his fat cock, stroking him.  The water was still coming down.
The two of them played for twenty minutes or so before toweling off and
getting dressed.  Newport Beach was but five hours away.

  
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   They were hardly out of the parking lot before "Snake" asserted control.
Casey was driving with "Bonerboy" riding shotgun; Jake was in the back with
"Snake."

   "Daniel, you know where Jake lives ?"

   "Yea." Came from the front seat.

   "Okay, direct Casey.  I want to ask Jake a few questions.  Understand,
Daniel ?"

   "Yes, sir." Again from shotgun.  Daniel started directing Casey. 
"Snake" turned to Jake.

   "Okay.  Exactly what did Daniel ask you to do ?"

   "Daniel wanted a vacant house to sting some people.  I knew of an empty
house across the street from one of my distributors.  He wanted it watched.
He said other people might be watching.  He asked if I could get some kids
to drop by the house at certain times on a certain evening if he provided
the garage door opener to get in.  That's about it.  Obviously, I was to
report only to him." Jake was finished and sucked on the straw in his
drink.

   "Snake" noticed how calm the kid was.  No fidgeting, no looking around,
relaxed.  "Okay.  So what did you do ?"

   "I arranged to have the place watched and for some friends to drop by."

   "Tell me exactly how it went down."

   "One of my best distributors lives across the street from the place.  I
told her that I wanted her watching from nine-thirty until we meet at
five-thirty the following morning.  I got her a pair of night vision
goggles.  She's very dependable." He took another suck on the straw.

   "I got two car loads of friends to use the garage door opener that
Daniel provided, once each that night around ten o'clock.  They were in and
out without hassle.  I met them across town at a Taco Bell and they
debriefed me face to face.  They both reported probable surveillance, a
camper, a couple houses down from the target."

   "My watcher arrived in the park at five-forty and gave me a verbal and
written report." He held out the folded paper.  "Snake" took folded paper
and held up his hand.  Jake went back to sucking on his straw while "Snake"
read Tilly's report.  It was more like a log.

   A minute later "Snake" said, "Okay, go ahead, Jake."

   "I called Daniel and gave him a report on the operation at six-twenty
from the Starbucks across the street from where we ate.  I used the ruse
that we were moving something.  Daniel must have got the big picture
because I'm here with you.  If you'd like to talk with the girl, I can
arrange it."

   "She look good naked ?" "Snake" laughed, so did Casey and Daniel.

   "You bet she does, Mister Edwards."

   "Call me `Snake,' Jake."

   They were in a residential neighborhood.  "Snake" sat back and looked up
at the ceiling.  The car stopped.  Jake got out of the car and casually
walked up his driveway and through the side gate.

   Less than three minutes later, he wandered out the front door and down
to the Camry.  Daniel was telling Casey to pay up.  As soon as Jake slid
into the back seat and closed the door, the Camry slid away from the curb
and made a "U" turn.

  
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   Kent Gilbert was busy packing a suitcase.  His wife was out in the
kitchen brewing a pot of coffee.  "Snake" had called and talked to Colleen
and then she ordered him to get his shit together because he might be away
for a while.  Fuck !  He remembered yelling at her, totally losing it. 
"What about the store !?" He was really thinking of the two interviews that
he had set up for today.  Two young things who heard through the grape vine
that Mister Gilbert could get them some lucrative gigs partying with
generous gentlemen.  It was good for at least two blow jobs.

   Her look sent him to get his suitcase.  That and, "Carlos will be
calling for you shortly." Now, he really did start to think about the
store. It had ceased being a store in that sense long ago and was now just
a clearing house for large consignments of appliances.  And then there was
the "interviewing" that Kent was doing in his office.  Girls that went on
to work for Carlos and service the hotels.  Kent prided himself on how many
willing girls he was able to "interview."

   His cell phone started ringing.  Before eight o'clock.  He opened it and
found Carlos' number staring at him, "Kent, here."

   "Have your wife ready to leave at eight-forty.  Got that ?  I'll be in a
yellow cab, so be watching.  Questions ?"

   "The store ?"

   "Forget the store.  See you then.  Don't make me wait." Carlos had never
been this abrupt with him.  But then they only played together.  Kent
hardly faced the same work environment as did Carlos.

   Colleen was standing in the doorway.  "Carlos ?" He nodded, still
packing his bag.

   "Well, when is he picking us up ?"

   "Eight-forty." Her husband hadn't looked up from his packing.  He was
scared to death.  Colleen decided she couldn't get a shower before pick-up
time.  She went to her closet and dragged out her "Go" bag.  Her husband
was supposed to have one, too.  She changed underwear and stepped into a
well worn pair of jeans.  She slipped on a long sleeve, heavy shirt and
started buttoning it up.  With a sturdy pair of running shoes slipped on
her feet she grabbed a heavy weight jacket.

   "You better bring more than swimming trunks, Kent.  Who knows where
we'll end up ?" He was wearing a light weight pair of slacks with a
Hawaiian shirt.  He immediately started taking it off when he saw how his
wife was dressed.

   "Don't be late." She called as she left the room with her bag.  The
coffee was brewed when she entered the kitchen.  Ten minutes to spare.  She
poured a cup and then rummaged around for a thermos.  She filled it and
grabbed a hand full of styrofoam cups from under the bar.....

   .....Carlos hadn't stopped the cab before Kent came out of the front
door with their bags.  He made right for the trunk and stowed the baggage
while Colleen closed and locked the front door.  The cab pulled away less
than a minute after it stopped.

   "What's up, Carlos ?" It was Colleen.

   "`Snake' will brief you out at the `hacienda.' Whatever I said would be
speculation.  Sorry, doll, you'll have to wait.  Sorry about the store,
buddy.  You should have packed away enough for a while.  Come on, Kent,
you're going to miss the pussy more than the store."

   "We gonna pick up anyone else ?" It was Colleen.

   "Yea, your daughter.  Then direct to the Casino.  Call Casey and he'll
pick the three of you up in the boat.  Like I said, that's all I know."
They drove for miles in silence until Kent asked if they could stop for
breakfast.  His wife and Carlos just stared at him, neither answered.  It
was another thirty minutes before they headed for the Casino.  Gina had
been staying at a girl friend's condo.  Apparently Gina was thinking of
buying one.  What that had to do with her spending the night was never
answered.  Carlos went up to get her as her cell phone was turned off.  She
was pretty wiped out when he brought her down stairs and she slept until
they got to the Casino.

   Chapter Twenty-Seven

   The Camry was pulling into the parking lot when the rotors started to
turn.  The chopper was idling by the time three of them bent low to get
aboard.  Casey was the last and ran across the tarmac from the parking
area. Carlos would arrange for the car's removal tonight.

   Casey jumped onboard.  Daniel slid the door closed and locked it. 
"Snake" was monitoring the rear compartment, saw everyone was on board and
gave Rusty a thumbs up.  The chopper immediately lifted off the ground and
Rusty started talking to ground control.  They left the parking area and
were taxing north.  Clearance came and they climbed into the sky, turning
to the east.

   Casey was just now sitting and getting his belt fastened.  Daniel was
scrambling around on his hands and knees, trying to get to his seat.  The
only one who was strapped in was Jake.  That had been Daniel's
responsibility.  They were leaving the airport environment and flying just
north of Green Valley, out toward the 'Vegas Wash.

   Rusty could tell from the sense of urgency that this was no drill.  He'd
bet dollars to donuts that he would take the chopper back to Bryce Canyon
for an extended period of time and figured he wouldn't see the valley for a
while.  He cancelled his clearance and took the chopper down to about fifty
feet above the ground which quickly gave way to water as Rusty flew out
over the lake at Lake Las Vegas.

   They were approaching the "hacienda" from the north, skimming just above
the lake's surface.  Not a word had been said during the flight.  Rusty
asked when they were about a mile out.  "Should I be prepared to fly again
today, `Snake' ?"

   "No.  Sorry, Rusty.  No.  Tomorrow morning, real early.  I want you in
the hanger at Bryce before sunrise.  Any problems ?"

   "None, boss.  Prepare for landing, guys, seatbelts fastened." He turned
and looked into the rear.  When he turned forward the helicopter slowed for
the landing dock at the "Hacienda."

   Daniel stayed behind with Rusty to tie up the chopper.  Jake was
following "Snake" and Casey as they strolled up the lawn toward the pool.
"Snake" turned his head and addressed Jake, "Casey and I have some shit to
do.  Feel free to take any room you want that doesn't have shit hanging in
the closet.  Make yourself at home.  Watch TV, eat, drink.  We'll only be a
few minutes.  Rusty and Daniel will be finished any minute.  You okay ?"
Jake looked back at the helicopter and found a camouflage net being pulled
over the blades.

   "Sure, `Snake,' I'm cool.  Just hanging out.  Okay if I set up my
computer ?"

   "Sure, Jake." Casey was already disappearing upstairs.  "Snake"
followed. Jake decided to wait for the others before picking a room.

  
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   Mindy Weathers was driving when they finally exited the fifty-five in
Coasta Mesa.  She turned left on to Pacific Coast Highway and found the
hotel with no problems.  They were checked into their room by seven-thirty.
Mindy debated whether to call the surveillance team but decided not to. 
They'd show up, unannounced, tomorrow.

   Anderson lugged their luggage to the room and immediately crashed on the
far double bed.  Mindy set up her computer and plugged into the room's high
speed access.  She had a mail box full of messages and sat down to work on
some of those issues.  By the time she finished Anderson was sound asleep
and snoring.  Mindy slipped off her clothes and climbed into the other bed.

   The information she garnered from her messages was very good, very good
indeed.  Some researcher had discovered that Lieutenant Eddie "Snake"
Edwards and Lieutenant Mike Minter had crossed paths several times during
the mid to late eighties in the Far East...The Philippines and Korea.  Now
all they had to do was find this Mike Minter and his boat.  Mindy was
convinced that when they found the boat it would be full of marijuana. 
Maybe they should follow it back to Las Vegas ?  She'd have to pass that
through Anderson.

   Mindy wished that Anderson was awake.  She was horny.  It had been a
while since she'd shared a man with another woman.  It was very good. 
Sometimes the guys get all hot for it and then get bent out of shape when
the other lady gets her off in a bigger way.  Anderson didn't seem to care.
In fact she felt he really liked to watch her get off.  She wondered if
he'd share her with another guy.

   By now both her hands were in between her legs, rubbing her vagina lips
together.  Her clit was sore as the blonde, last night, had worked on it
almost exclusively.  Her crotch was starting to get wet and juicy.  She
worked a finger down between the lips of her cunt and started moving it up
and down her slit.  Her hips were starting to hump the finger that was
working on her cunt lips.  When she slipped a finger into her cunt she went
off, bouncing her butt off the mattress as the pleasure flowed through her.
In minutes she was asleep like a baby.

  
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   Casey Swartz came down the stairs and headed for the sliding glass doors
at the far end of the "play" room.  Jake had set his computer up on the bar
and plugged into where the blender used to be plugged in.  Casey came over
and looked over Jake's shoulder.  All he saw was lines and lines of
computer code.

   "What's the code for ?" Casey asked.

   "Oh !  Just little programs I write to customize some of the programs
you have to use for the virtual network.  Well, you don't have to use them
but they make it just about impossible for people to figure out what you're
doing.  Totally secure, man." Jake looked over his shoulder at Casey.

   "Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, Jake.  I'm Casey Swartz.  We
may have met long ago but I was probably pretty fucked up at the time. 
Anyway, I will need to talk with you while you're out here.  Save me some
time.  I want to run some things by you.  Okay ?"

   "Sure, Mister Swartz."

   Just then Rusty and Daniel came through the sliding glass doors and
headed for the bar.  Casey headed for the doors, calling out over his
shoulder, "Call me Casey, Jake.  Welcome to the team.  See you tools
later." He was gone.

   Jake asked the others, "Hey !  Does anyone have any idea what the fuck
is going on besides the feds busting some bullshit party ?"

   Rusty blurted out, "Not me, Jack.  I'm just the pilot around here."

   "Yea, I got a clue, Jake." Daniel said while pulling out a beer from the
refrigerator behind the bar.  "Anyone want one ?" Rusty held out his hand
while climbing on the barstool next to Jake.

   "They got any coke in there ?" Came from Jake.

   Daniel pushed a coke down the bar and started.  "We've got to move two
tons of weed off `Yachtsman's' boat in one trip.  Off the boat and into a
van or truck.  Then up to 'Vegas.  I've been kicking around some ideas. 
`Snake' obviously wants you on the team.  He was impressed, Jake.  Shit ! I
was impressed."

   "Snake" came down the stairs and all conversation stopped.  He got
himself a beer and leaned back against the refrigerator.  Just then the
sound of an engine roared to life and everyone looked out at the lake. 
Casey was tearing away from the dock in full power, throwing a rooster tail
behind him.

   "Casey is going to pick up Colleen Gilbert, her old man and daughter. 
You still fucking Gina, Jake ?"

   Jake was packing a pipe and looked up for just a second before going
back to his packing.  "No, don't see much of her next door anymore.  But
there's plenty of fish in the sea, `Snake.'"

   Daniel burst out laughing.  "Snake" was smiling and so was Rusty.  He
was excited to hear Colleen would be out here with them.  Rusty was pretty
sure he was on the team.  Fuck !  Two tons of weed !!

  
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From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Yachtsman"
CC: "Snake"
Glad you and Jill made it, Mike.  Jake Morrison and I plus some friends
are planning to relieve you of some cargo.  I just briefed the plan to
"Snake" and he approved.  We'd like you to meet us off shore at Big Carona.
You know those boats that are always moored off the main beach.  We'll have
some gear with us and will need some time to pack up the merchandise. 

Maybe a trip to Catalina ?
From: "Yachtsman"
To: "Bonerboy"
CC: "Snake"
Quarters pretty tight here.  Just about out of food.  When do you want

us there ?
From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Yachtsman"
CC: "Snake"
How about next Tuesday, say zero two hundred.  Just two of us and the

equipment.  We'll bring food.
From: "Yachtsman"
To: "Bonerboy"
CC: "Snake"

   Jill and I are looking forward to having you aboard.  See you then.

  
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   Mindy Weathers was reaming out the agent in charge of the stake out. 
Anderson was commiserating with his partner about what a hard ass Agent
Weathers was.  The agents were in a mobile home over three quarters of a
mile from the boat slip and didn't have constant contact with the target.
The agent in charge was trying to explain that they checked the slip every
half hour from five a.m.  to eleven p.m.

   The ass chewing lasted for a little over twenty minutes.  To Anderson it
seemed like an eternity.  He was anxious to actually get to see an
objective met.  This surveillance now became paramount.  He walked out of
the mobile home and looked over toward the yacht moorings.  There were
hundreds, if not thousands.  Agent Weathers met him about five minutes
later.

   "Those assholes have been slacking off, every half hour my ass.  Come
on, let's go see if we can find this slip, Anderson." They started off
across the trailer park.  "You got the electric surveillance set up, right
Anderson ?" He just nodded.  It took them over a half hour to reach the
marina, where the slip was located, due to automobile traffic.

   They followed a side road to get to the marina and found several
observation points from which to view the target.  There it was, empty,
yawning at them.

   Continued in

   "More Juice !"

   Book Ten