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Prey For Me Ch. 01

By: Dvora Sosan



Pt. I: The Locusts

Like locusts, they came swarming out of the Badwater Basin of Death Valley. They rode smoking Harleys in groups of ten. Each day another group of ten wove their way through each other's dust clouds on the road from the abyss to their assignations. The names of the leaders of the locusts, Samazaz, Araklba, Rameel, Kobablel, Tamlel, Ramel, Danel, Ezequeel, Baraqijal, Asael, Armaros, Batarel, Ananel, Zaqlel, Samspeel, Satarel, Turel, Jomjael and Sariel would soon be on the lips of those who mysteriously disappeared.

Joshua Marshall noticed with interest the antics of the riders as he sat on his front porch in his rocking chair with his bible and his coffee. His small ranch house sat off Route 372, just a few miles west of Pahrump, Nevada.

Pahrump is a small town of a little over a thousand not far from the California border. A rather quiet place until the events and publicity of the past year Joshua thought as he recalled the events that made Pahrump famous.

Joshua's interest in diabolical murder plots piqued with the death of a rather notorious Las Vegas resident, one Ted Binion, on September 17, 1998. Pahrump came into the picture two days after the death when $7 million in silver bars was dug up which belonged to the late Mr. Binion. All that money just buried in a vacant lot and he had driven by the place hundreds of times. If only he had known. If only Joshua had known that his sighting of the locusts would signal the beginning of an even more fiendish mystery of brutal murder and vexing happenings. It would hit very close to home.

A deputy sheriff caught the three men digging up Ted Binion's millions. The culprits claimed they were removing ordinance that had been stored there. What a surprise when the deputy found all those silver bars in the truck. Joshua couldn't wait for the preliminary hearing to start in a few days, which was going to be televised. Joshua dwelled on the story of the girlfriend of the late Mr. Binion who also apparently was intimately involved with one of the three men apprehended digging up the treasure in Pahrump.

The woman, according to what Joshua had read in the papers and heard on the news, was a real gold digger, or rather silver digger, had also been charged with murder. He wondered if this drama would play out as interestingly as the O.J. trial, which he had watched religiously. His friend Nathaniel thought it would be even better.

"This is going to be a most evil case of macabre murder and malicious mayhem, Joshua," Nathaniel had predicted. They both were soon to become privy to something even more sinister.

Joshua's place was now run down, badly in need of a new roof and some overall attention. Since his wife died a few years back he was too old and disinterested in life in general to really care. His only special interests in life were his bible, Harleys and the little girl next door.

At noon Joshua had his usual microwaved lunch and then took his nap. He was seventy-five but still was as mentally acute as ever. He and his late wife, his beloved Katherine, had only one child, a son. David's helicopter allegedly crashed and burned in 1973 as he and his crew attempted to rescue wounded soldiers. There was no body to mourn over.

Joshua disbelieved the explanation he received from the military when notified of David's death. He knew from his discussions with his own comrades from the big war that the scenario he was given did not jive with the physics of mid-air collisions over friendly troops. It would take an explosion far bigger than a SAM missile and the fuel tanks of a chopper to destroy the bodies of the pilot and crew. The bodies would be blown from the wreckage, and probably be recovered by the friendly troops they were to rescue. Joshua would have been far more satisfied with an explanation like David's helicopter crashed into a fog-shrouded mountain, on a mission over North Vietnam to rescue a downed pilot. Or he was lost in the Gulf of Tonkin trying to return to his aircraft carrier with the pilot he and his crew rescued. He knew there were a lot of reasons for the many MIA in Vietnam. A chopper crash near friendly troops wasn't usually one of them. His reluctance to accept official explanations would serve him well in understanding what was about to unfold.

Joshua did have a granddaughter. He had not seen since the girl since she was twelve. Her mother was a Native American, a Seneca. She remarried and they lost contact. He thought about his grand daughter often, curious about how she turned out. Of course, the girl was a woman now, in her late twenties and probably with a family of her own. Joshua wondered if he had great grandchildren.

The little girl next door was quite the young lady. Eleven years old and just the smartest and prettiest little angel Joshua had ever met. Her name was Rachael and she called him "Pappy." She never knew her own father or her grandparents. Her mother, Laurie, took off long ago for the Wild West from some place in Pennsylvania when she got pregnant at seventeen and never looked back.

In the summer, Rachael stayed with Joshua until her mother got home just before noon. To say Joshua babysat Rachael would be somewhat confusing. It was more like she babysat him. They were very close.

Laurie worked a morning part-time job at a local bank. She was a stunning woman. Many said she should have been a model. She was also married. She had married Marvin Johnston two years earlier. He was a local preacher and travelling salesman, twenty years her senior. Joshua did not like Marvin and he could tell Rachael was not particularly fond of him. Laurie found her old habits hard to break and did some carousing on nights when Marvin was on the road. When she did she would leave Rachael at Joshua's overnight and into the next morning.

Joshua remembered the morning he had gone over to Laurie's to get Rachael, only to find her not at home. A bleary eyed Laurie answered the door in a very skimpy teddy and informed Joshua that Rachael had gone on a business trip with Marvin and his mother. Rachael adored Marvin's mother. A stranger who wasn't wearing much of anything stood behind Laurie on that morning. He held an all black Mossburg shotgun in one hand and something else in the other. Joshua wondered where in the world Laurie found these characters but would never ask. He suspected most of them were on parole. Actually, he didn't blame Laurie for fooling around. He was not one for casting stones and Marvin was such an intolerable boorish sort.

Marvin founded a software consulting firm which occupied his time when preaching didn't. Joshua didn't know what all they were involved in, but he did know one of their current projects was debugging programs to deal with the alleged Y2K crisis. Joshua knew about that because Marvin talked about it all the time. He even incorporated it in his Sunday sermons. "Anything to drum up business," Joshua said to himself.

Pastor Johnston inherited several million dollars from his late father who had been divorced from his mother many years ago. That money enabled the good reverend to hire the best in computer nerds from Silicon Valley. Another important project Marvin's company recently developed an innovative piece of virus detection software.

Joshua first saw the locusts on a Saturday morning when Rachael was home with her mother. Peering through his powerful binoculars, Joshua was incredibly intrigued. He often scrutinized the vehicles and the people in and on them cruising down the highway in minute detail.

Joshua prided himself on identifying classic cars and motorcycles, particularly Harleys. He should because he worked on one almost every day for nearly fifty years.

The Hondas, Kawasakis, Suzukis and their brethren confused him somewhat and so did "modern" automobiles. Like Joshua often said, he could no longer tell a new Chevy from a new Cadillac, but he could sure as hell tell a '69 Mustang Mach 1 from a '69 Chevelle SS396. He recalled fondly the Mustang he once owned, a '65 dark green convertible, black interior and top. Just a six cylinder with a stick shift but it could really go. He thought he was too stupid for selling it, but recalled fondly the woman who bought it. And what a deal he gave her. First and only time he ever strayed on his late wife. But not really he concluded. Even the President said letting a young lady go down on you is not sex. He pondered over what had happened to that girl, Sally. Joshua still recalled those hot wet lips fondly even though it happened more than thirty years ago.

Sally, the randy redhead in her early twenties, had just demolished her third vehicle. "Joshua," she pleaded, "I simply must have this car. It's me. Make me an offer I can't refuse, or I'll make you one."

"It's going to cost you more for insurance than it is for this car, no matter what kind of deal we make, Sally."

What sealed Joshua's intense desire to play "let's make a deal" was her rendition of the Wilson Picket tune Mustang Sally. It was just the way she sang "Ride Sally ride, all you want to do is ride around Sally" and what she did with her body while she warbled.

Sally really could ride as Joshua soon found out and she owned that car a few hours later. Sighting the locusts stirred memories of Sally. She didn't meet her demise in that Mustang. No, a Hell's Angel bumped her off his Harley as they were engaged in some sort of sexual liaison on the moving bike. That was the rumor anyway.

Joshua knew nothing of the computerized systems in the newer vehicles, but he could make an old Harley purr. He considered rebuilding and reconditioning old Harleys his favorite income-generating hobby. Something fun he did to make a little extra money to supplement his Social Security.

That first Saturday morning he first noticed the helmets. The locusts displayed classic German army helmets with Y-straps. Long hair flowed from the helmet of each rider.

The locusts wore rather ordinary looking black leather dusters and chaps, except for the insignia. Their dusters bore an unusual scorpion on the back, with an inscription that Joshua could not read. In fact, he doubted it was in English. He suspected it was Hebrew.

Then Joshua noticed the vests. Not the vests but what dangled on a large chain in the middle of the locust's chests. An Iron Cross. He recognized the Iron Cross immediately. He had one that he took off a dead German soldier during the Battle of the Bulge. He reminisced briefly about the cold weeks he spent in Bastogne in December 1944 while serving with the 101st Airborne. Joshua could barely make out the swastika in the center of the Iron Cross worn by the lead locust. He couldn't see the date, but he knew it was there. 1939 he assumed. Just like his.

The next morning, Sunday, Rachael was again absent. She no doubt had been dragged to her stepfather's church, as usual, to hear his fire and brimstone sermon. Marvin preached a different version of his rapture theory just about every week. It always started off with "Jesus may be coming today." Joshua had visited Marvin's church once. Once was enough.

Rachael didn't like his sermons and she was quite the biblical scholar even at such a young age. She asked Pappy, "Millions of people are just going to disappear? Duh!"

Joshua couldn't argue with Rachael's summation of her feelings about Marvin's sermons. Some might have thought it just a typical pre-teen philosophical statement. Not him, he agreed with her, and it wasn't because he saw the movie The Rapture.

Nathaniel had brought over a tape of the movie several months back. Mimi Rogers, Tom Cruise's ex-wife, stars as a kinky sex swinger who gets religion. She becomes a born-again Christian and the plot involves her spiritual journey and apocalyptic beliefs, culminating in a trip to the desert to wait for the Second Coming.

Marvin drove Joshua crazy because he sent over books for him to read which just gathered dust. Marvin's favorites were books about the rapture and he was currently enthralled with Christian fiction by Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins. The first book in that series was Left Behind which he had ordered Rachael to take to Joshua and to tell him that if they wanted to talk about religion they should read and discuss this book. It had become a best seller. Just like that other book, Conversations with God by Neale Donald Walsch, thought Joshua. Mindless drivel.

Sunday morning another group of locusts with their German helmets, scorpion dusters and Iron Crosses smoked by Joshua's place. Joshua was puzzled about only one thing. The dandelions the riders had stuck in their mouths like toothpicks.

Monday morning, Rachael saw the next group of locusts and explained the dandelions to Joshua. "Pappy, I learned about dandelions in school." His ears perked right up. "Because the leaves of the dandelion look like a lion's teeth, the French named it 'dent de lion' which became dandelion in our language."

Rachael then read to Joshua from his very old King James, as she did every morning. His eyes were failing and he loved her melodic voice. Only rarely would she mispronounce a word and he would stop her momentarily and help her pronounce it correctly. They had just finished the eighth chapter of Revelation the past week, so this morning she began with the ninth chapter.

"1 And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth: and to him was given the key to the bottomless pit. 2 And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit."

Rachael paused for a moment, "Pappy, you remember that huge cloud of smoke we saw over there last week?" and she pointed to the western sky. "Sure honey. I never did figure out exactly what it was and didn't see anything on the news or in the papers. I still think it was some sort of huge explosion at China Lake, the naval weapons center. Probably top secret stuff they wanted to keep quiet."

"I never heard of China Lake, Pappy. Are you sure the explosion wasn't from Nellis? The kids at school talk about strange goings-on there all the time."

"Maybe, but Nellis is the other direction. I talked to some government people who did lead me to believe that it was from some secret project hidden on the Nellis Nuclear Test Site, although they wouldn't say so on the record. I suppose it could have been a crash of something they were working on that strayed from the Nellis Bombing Range/Area 51." Rachael continued reading, verse 3, "And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth: and unto them was given power, as the scorpions of the earth have power."

"Pappy," she interrupted herself, "Don't locusts in the bible usually symbolize immorality and demonic activity?" He wondered where she got that grownup talk. She never ceased to amaze him. "Where did you hear that, Rachael? Marvin?" She nodded and went back to the book.

"4 And it was commanded them that they should not hurt the grass of the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree; but only those men which have not the seal of God in their foreheads. 5 And to them it was given that they should not kill them, but that they should be tormented five months: and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion, when he striketh a man."

Rachael blurted out, "Pappy, I know what a scorpion's sting is like. We learned that in school too. Scorpion stings don't usually kill but cause a lot of pain." She graphically described the swelling, troubled breathing, twitching, drooling, slurred speech and severe cramps before she returned to reading,

"6 And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them. 7 And the shapes of the locusts were like unto horses prepared unto battle; and on their heads were as it were crowns like gold, and their faces were as the faces of men. 8 And they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as the teeth of lions."

Rachael frowned and looked very puzzled. "Dandelions," she murmured, mostly to herself.

"9 And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings was as the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle. 10 And they had tails like unto scorpions, and there were stings in their tails: and their power was to hurt men five months. 11 And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon."

Rachael closed the bible, shut her eyes and was very quiet for minutes.

Joshua was worried the child's imagination was running wild. She was prone to bad nightmares that her stepfather blamed on Joshua's biblical tales. Preacher Marvin said the book of Revelation and many other parts of the bible were not to be taken literally.

Just then, Laurie pulled in the driveway to pick up her daughter. Rachael kissed Pappy goodbye and ran off. She turned, waved and yelled, "See you tomorrow, Pappy!" Pappy was not the only one Rachael would see tomorrow. She would see a locust, up close and personal.

Tuesday morning Rachael woke her mother early for work. She didn't get much sleep that night and she was anxious to get to Pappy's. A nightmare had awakened her in the middle of the night. From what she could recall, it was mostly about a huge swarm of locusts being swept up in a tremendous flood, and she saw Noah's ark.

Joshua's latest Harley project was a 1951 Panhead. "Why the name Panhead?" Rachael had asked.

"Look," he pointed to the motor cover, "Doesn't that look like an upside down pan?"

This Panhead now sat in Joshua's driveway with a FOR SALE sign on it. It had taken Joshua six months to rebuild the engine and recondition this one. He had some difficulty finding parts. He felt it was his best job yet and he was very proud of his work. Most satisfying of all was that this Harley was very much like the first one he owned almost fifty years ago.

Tuesday morning, another group of ten locusts passed Joshua's house. This swarming hoard, however, rode much slower than the first three groups had. Rachael was very excited and waved at the bikers. One waved back. Then he came back. He turned around about two hundred yards down the highway.

He was riding a 1990 Fatboy Grey Ghost. One of Joshua's all time favorite Harleys. When he pulled in the driveway and got off his bike, the first thing that struck Joshua was the man's size. He was huge.

Joshua liked to watch wrestling on TV and this guy reminded him of a particular wrestler. Except the stranger was clean-shaven and he was so strikingly handsome, he was almost pretty like a woman.

The stranger took off his duster and threw it on his bike. The sleeveless black vest with the Iron Cross dangling on a chain down the front emphasized his bulging biceps dramatically. Rachael ran right up to him.

"Hi mister! Nice motorcycle. Did you see Pappy's Panhead?" she said, pointing to it.

"Yes, young lady, I surely did. That's why I stopped." He scrutinized every inch of the marvelous machine very slowly and carefully, and then said, "The bike that made Milwaukee famous." "No silly, the beer that made Milwaukee famous, I saw the commercial." Both the stranger and Joshua burst into laughter and Rachael looked totally puzzled.

She had quite the temper for a young lady, much like her mother, and was peeved that Pappy and the stranger were having a laugh at her expense. She snapped, "The names of your Harleys like Panheads, Fatboys and Knuckleheads are meant to correspond to the IQ of your typical biker dude, like you two!"

Pappy kissed her on the cheek. "You are too much. Please be good. We have a guest."

"Take her for a spin if you like, mister," Joshua said. Rachael yelped, "Can I go too, Pappy? Please, please?" Joshua looked at the stranger who smiled and nodded.


Prey For Me Ch. 01



Joshua no longer took Rachael for rides on the Harleys because he didn't trust his bike riding skills much anymore. He was bad enough with a car.

"Honey, go get a helmet out of the house." She took off like a speeding bullet. "And go to the bathroom!" he yelled after her.

"Mister, you sure you can handle that baby?" Joshua inquired dubiously.

"You mean the suicide clutch, right?" was the stranger's response. "Peter Fonda did OK did he not? Why not me? Been there and done that. You extend the forks a few more inches and do more chrome and some stars and stripes and you got his bike in Easy Rider it looks like to me."

Joshua nodded and muttered, "OK, OK, I believe you, I just wanted to make sure, you know, with the kid tagging along. Actually, the '51's were far safer than the 52's, the first year for the foot shift and hand clutch. Big Problems with the shifter rod and lever."

The stranger and Rachael were gone for more than two hours and Joshua was beside himself with worry. Then to top it off, Rachael's mother arrived to pick her up. Laurie was livid.

"You let Rachael ride on that frigging motorcycle with a total stranger?" she snarled.

Joshua became a little perturbed himself at Laurie's attitude. "Rachael insisted and he's OK. Check him out for yourself. I'll anxiously be awaiting your apology and won't that be a first." But he thanked the Lord when they returned a few minutes later, just as Joshua was being thoroughly cussed out.

Rachael was smiling and laughing and hanging all over the stranger. Laurie stopped her complaining when she saw him.

Laurie smiled demurely and said, "Well, thank you for entertaining my daughter. Looks like she had a bunch of fun."

"Oh, mommy, he's so cool! We stopped and got ice cream. He told me stories about Egypt. He was there and will help me with my homework. You know, that big project I have to do for geography on Egypt." She ran into the house.

The stranger slowly approached the porch. "My name is Danel."

Laurie snarled, "Hey slick, what does a biker know about Egypt? What are you, a Hell's Angel?" She was still a little miffed yet intrigued by the stranger.

Danel sat on the steps and began spinning yarns about the Great Pyramid of Giza. Rachael heard his voice and came back outside and sat on the steps beside him, snuggling as close as she could get, as he put his arm around her.

Laurie raised her eyebrows at Joshua. He thought she was going to go into one of her rant and rages.

Danel talked on and on about his travels, telling of his exploits riding his Harley from Cairo to Jerusalem. Laurie became captivated by his charm, obvious intelligence and warm wit, just as her daughter had.

Laurie couldn't take her eyes off the stranger. She asked Rachael, "Hey, how about you and me go make the nice man and Pappy some lunch?"

"Could you guys go for a bite to eat?" she said, looking at the wrinkled old man and the drop-dead gorgeous stranger.

"Yes, ma'am," replied Danel. "Please take your time. Mr. Marshall and I have some business to discuss."

"Oh, I almost forgot, Joshua," Laurie added reluctantly. "Here's another book Marvin wants you and Rachael to read. It's called Apollyon by Tim LeHaye and Jerry Jenkins and is a sequel to that other book he sent over, Left Behind. It's all about locusts who torture unbelievers who are left after the rapture or some such thing."

"Mom," Rachael added excitedly, "Joshua and I were just reading and talking about the locusts and Apollyon."

"Now isn't that a coincidence, Honey," Laurie replied curtly. "But you two better not let your imagination run wild again with this stuff. You know how upset Marvin gets about your tall tales. Next thing you know you'll be talking to these locusts."

The girl and her mother went off to make lunch. The stranger said matter-of-factly, "Just name your price, Mr. Marshall."

"$20,000 would be in the ballpark," Joshua stated hopefully.

The giant went to the bag on the back of his Fatboy and pulled out a large envelope. He took out a wad of $100 bills and began placing them in Joshua's hands as he counted them. When he got to 200 he added a few more for the taxes and transfer fees.

The stranger gave Joshua all the information necessary to transfer ownership. The name on his California driver's license was Danel Jones. Joshua commented, Didn't they make a typo on your license, shouldn't it be Daniel?"

"No," Danel corrected him, "That's what my mother put on the birth certificate, Danel." He asked Joshua to have all the paperwork ready the next morning and he said he would be back with someone else to drive the Panhead he just purchased.

The mother and daughter returned with the food. Their leisurely lunch was drawn out considerably by Danel's continued tales of the places he had visited in Israel and Egypt.

The three of them listened in spellbound attention to Danel's description of the Great Pyramid at Giza. He seemed to know so much about the construction and other details of the only remaining wonder of the ancient world.

Danel pulled a one dollar bill out of his wallet. "Rachael, see what's on the back? The Great Pyramid. And a big eyeball. What does that mean do you suppose?"

"I don't know, Danel," the precocious child wondered. "Please tell me?"

"Well, Rachael," Danel explained, "the Great Pyramid covers over 13 acres. It is absolutely the greatest archaeological discovery of all time. Napoleon and his army defeated the Ottoman Turks at the Battle of the Pyramids in 1798. Only after that and the discovery of the Rosetta Stone by one of Napoleon's officers and the unraveling of hieroglyphics did the Great Pyramid begin to be understood. I know you are a student of the bible. The good book talks about the Great Pyramid."

Danel picked up the bible sitting on the table, turned it to Isaiah 19:19 and read, "In that day shall there be an altar to the LORD in the midst of the land of Egypt, and a pillar at the border thereof to the LORD." He continued into verse 20, "And it shall be for a sign, and for a witness unto the LORD of hosts in the land of Egypt ..."

"The Great Pyramid," Danel continued, "was never used for a tomb. Nobody was ever buried there. What then was the purpose? Cheops, also known as Khufu, for whom it supposedly was intended was buried elsewhere. Just ask those old historians Herodotus and Diodorus. Who directed the building of this supernatural structure? Job? Enoch? The Nephilim, the fallen angels? The theories are mind-boggling. Why the big eye on the dollar bill? Some say it is a Masonic conspiracy. I think not."

"Danel," Rachael interrupted, "Let me go get my map of Egypt I'm using for my geography project and show me where it is." She quickly ran off and returned in but a few minutes.

"Right there it is," Danel instructed as he pointed to the spot ten miles south of Cairo where the Great Pyramid stands. "The Great Pyramid is the only remaining wonder of the ancient world. There were seven. Now there is one. Modern man does not possess the architectural expertise to build such a structure as the Great Pyramid. So who built it? Maybe I did."

"You are very silly Danel," Rachael giggled.

Joshua, Rachel and Laurie listened in awe as the stranger told of Napoleon and Alexander the Great and their supernatural experiences in the Great Pyramid. "Both were demon-possessed!" Danel exclaimed. "They both wanted to be God and had visions in the King's Chamber of the Great Pyramid. Those demons were exorcised and both went on to meet their demise as world rulers."

Rachael then asked, "Danel, would you please tell me about the other wonders of the ancient world? Were any others in Egypt?"

"The other wonders of the ancient world, all of which no longer exist, were the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the Statue of Zeus at Olympia, the Temple of Artemis at Ephesus, the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, the Colossus of Rhodes and the Lighthouse of Alexandria. The Lighthouse was in Egypt so I'll tell you about that one."

"I know about Babylon!" Rachael blurted out. "The Mother of Harlots of Revelation, the great whore."

"Rachael!" Laurie scolded, "I told you not to use that word!"

"OK, OK, Mom. 'And on her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT.' You tell me what was written on her forehead. I know, we'll ask Marvin, God's chosen one, according to him," Rachael said with disgust.

"Well girls," Danel interrupted, "Let me tell you about the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. King Nebuchadnezzar built the gardens to please his beautiful wife, Amyitis. She was the daughter of the king of the Medes and very homesick. Her husband tried to replicate the vaulted terraces, vaults, pillars and rooftop gardens of her homeland. Nebuchadnezzar created a green and leafy artificial mountain that contrasted dramatically with the flat dry topography of Babylon. Watering that garden was a real problem. The king had a huge chain pump constructed to lift water into the air and above the garden. This was all for his lovely queen, Amyitis. She was the fairest of them all, Rachael, just like your mother."

Joshua saw the look in Laurie's eyes. Like a doe blinded by headlights. He thought there was some kind of trouble brewing here.

"Danel," tell me about that other wonder of the ancient world in Egypt. I need this for my report for school. And quit flirting with my mother," Rachael insisted somewhat indignantly. "You are my boyfriend!" she said and broke into a smile.

"Ah, the Pharos of Alexandria. The lighthouse on the island of Pharos in the harbor of Alexandria. That lighthouse guided ships into the harbor for 1,500 years but was then destroyed by an earthquake more than six hundred years ago. It was the tallest structure anywhere except for the Great Pyramid. More than five hundred feet high and the view overlooking the Mediterranean Sea was breathtaking."

"And how would you know?' Laurie asked rather rudely. She was becoming impatient with this conversation for some reason and said to Danel, "Do you take big girls on the Harley of yours or just little girls?"

Danel gave her a seductive look that would have made an iceberg melt.

Joshua interjected, "Well, if you two are taking off, how about Rachael and me going to Las Vegas and doing a little shopping. I told her I would get her some school stuff, and it's not all that far off."

Rachael was ecstatic and Laurie said, "Sure but why don't you stay at Granny Johnston's tonight. It will be dark by the time you two get done fooling around and Joshua, you shouldn't be driving at night."

Granny was Marvin's widowed mother who lived in a large house on the outskirts of Vegas. Joshua actually liked her and she acted like she had a schoolgirl crush on him. Rachael and he had stayed overnight at her place on numerous occasions when they visited the big city for one reason or another, and she loved having them as guests.

Joshua began to salivate when he thought about the chilli at Texas Station. He loved all eight varieties. But he dreaded that damn "Race for Atlantis" 3-D ride which Rachael was certain to drag him on again.

Laurie was still wearing her favorite pink polka dot dress. She had worn it to work because there was a little party that morning for her girlfriend who was moving to New York.

"Don't you want to change?" asked Danel, as he inspected her from head to toe, resting his gaze on her pink spiked heels that matched her dress. Her long auburn had a tint of the same color.

Laurie shook her head no. She decided not to change from her favorite dress for one very good reason. Danel was going to get a look at her long and lovely legs.

"Let's go!" she demanded demurely as she picked up the helmet Rachael had tossed on the lawn and got on the back of the Fatboy.

Danel roared out the driveway and headed east on route 372, intending to head toward Death Valley. Laurie held him tightly around the waist. She could not believe how hard and muscular he was.

Rachael talked a mile a minute on the way to Las Vegas and Granny Johnston's. She was usually good for a half-hour of non-stop chatter. Finally she stopped telling Joshua about her new computer and closed her mouth and her eyes.

Joshua popped in one of the Bible tapes he had in the glove compartment. It happened to be Tape One, Genesis, the first ten chapters. They listened in silence to the entire tape. Rachael then rewound it halfway, to the beginning of the sixth chapter.

"1 And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, 2 That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose."

Rachael paused the tape after the first two verses and asked, "Pappy, who are these sons of God? Are they angels?"

"Yes, Rachael, angels. Bad angels. They disobeyed God."

"Pappy, they married women?" she asked, very concerned.

Joshua never lied to her about the bible. He answered her as best he understood the good book. He was also somewhat of a Hebrew scholar and Rachael had been getting lessons as of late.

"Rachael, some angels probably married the women. The word 'wives' in verse 2 is not accurately translated from the Hebrew. It should be translated 'women' most scholars say."

Joshua reluctantly went on because he knew Rachael would keep questioning him if he did not. "We know for sure that the angels had sex with the women because they had children. The children and the children's children were giants. Like Goliath. This is why God caused the flood and spared only Noah's family, because they did not disobey God."

Rachael said not a word. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. The remainder of her overnight adventure was uneventful. Not so for her mother.

At this very moment Danel had just turned onto Route 127, heading toward Death Valley Junction. The bike lurched and Laurie's breasts momentarily pressed up against his back.

The pipes on the bike were very loud and Laurie had to get very close to Danel's ear to ask, "Where are going?" She couldn't resist the playful urge to gently stick her tongue in his ear.

Danel didn't reply but just shrugged and gave the bike more gas. He did return her flirtatious gesture with a brief squeeze of her thigh.

Laurie pinched him back roughly and snuggled up as close as she could. Her long auburn hair and her pink and white polka dot dress were blowing in the wind, a sight to behold. She felt a sense of total freedom and exhilaration like she had never felt before.

The supernatural seductions had begun.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 02



Pt. II: Supernatural Seductions


Danel continued to drive toward Death Valley Junction. Laurie asked him to stop at the next gas station so she could use the bathroom. They bought soft drinks out of the machine and sat on the hood of a junked car.

"Where are we going from here, Danel? C'mon, give me a hint."

"In your dreams; your fantasies. Where would you like to go, Laurie?"

"With you, Danel. Wherever you want to take me. I'm game!"

"It's the desert then. That's where my friends are. I would like very much for you to meet them."

"Oh, I'd love to!"

"Let me warn you, Laurie. My friends are very religious. You might be shocked."

"Religious I'm used to. I been there and done that. Marvin, my husband, well, you know, he's a preacher. I don't even want to talk about him and his church. Most of it is so, so ... phony. Kind of like my fake orgasms when I'm with him."

"I think I'll change the subject," Danel responded tactfully. "Enough religion. We have to get you some new duds if we are braving the desert. You can't wear that dress and those high heels where we are going. OK?"

"Sure, but I don't have much money with me."

"Not to worry. I have plenty. There is a little clothing store just a half mile down the road. I'd love to dress you."

Jeremiah McClain's little store was a pleasure. Not only western wear but many antiques and other items of historical interest. He was over eighty and didn't get many customers. Several friends would usually stop in to chat at some point in the day and buy a little something but he didn't see many strangers. Jeremiah immediately liked Laurie and Danel and they engaged in witty conversation about nothing in particular. He was quite pleased to have the company.

Danel picked out a wide-brimmed hat and hiking boots for Laurie. She was taking her time looking over the shirts and jeans when Jeremiah asked, "Do you two mind if I run down to that little restaurant down the street and get a sandwich? I sort of got tied up and missed lunch. Would you stay here until I get back? It's not like I'm expecting many customers. You two are only the second and third today."

"Sure, Jeremiah, you take your time," Laurie responded. "We're in no hurry."

After he left, Danel joked, "Laurie, this isn't a fashion show, just pick out something to wear."

"OK, OK," and she pulled a pair of jeans and a shirt off the rack. "I best try these on," and she went into the bathroom that doubled as the dressing room.

"Danel, come in here and tell me how you think these fit."

He opened the bathroom door. Laurie had slipped off her dress and tugged on the tight jeans, but she hadn't put the shirt on and she had left her bra at home.

"Well, what do you think of these?" she asked coyly as she turned around to face him.

"Uh, they seem to fit pretty good," Danel stuttered.

"No, I mean these!" she exclaimed as she placed her hands under her breasts and pushed them up.

"Very, very nice" he managed to whisper as he moved towards them.

Just then they heard Jeremiah return with his sandwich and Laurie quickly put the shirt on.

Danel paid the bill with two hundred dollar bills and told Jeremiah to keep the change. They bid warm goodbyes and got on the Harley and headed on toward Death Valley.

Laurie soon whispered in Danel's ear that she had to pee again. He pulled off on a very rugged dirt road that appeared to lead nowhere.

After she took care of her business she asked if they could rest for awhile. Danel had a bag on the back of the Harley with a blanket and some other items in it. As Danel pulled out the blanket, Laurie noticed he had two books in the bag. One was a bible, King James Version. The other was something called The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nefzaoui. "Bring the books Danel, please. I love being read to!"

They found a small clearing and spread the blanket. Laurie was exhausted. She rested on her back with her arms under her head. "OK, Danel, please read to me. Whatever you like. Just pick something."

He started with the Bible, the Song of Solomon, and got through the first three chapters without much of a response from Laurie. Her eyes were closed and he thought she might be asleep. He began reading the fourth chapter.

Danel read verse 5, "Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies." Laurie sat up, removed her shirt, never said a word and lay back down.

When Danel read the ending of verse 16, " ... Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits," he paused and closed the Bible. Laurie unbuttoned her jeans, lifted up her legs, slipped them off and never said a word.

"Danel, please read to me from that other book. Tell me what it is all about first. I never heard of it before." Danel, looking at Laurie reclining on the blanket clad only in panties, was somewhat reluctant to begin another book, but he did.

"First," Danel began, "let me tell you a little bit about the history of the The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nefzaoui. It was written by, who else, Sheik Nefzaoui, in the sixteenth century. This work of erotica was translated into French sometime in the mid-nineteenth century. The infamous English translation was published in 1886 by Sir Richard Francis Burton. Sir Richard also published such noteworthy works as Vikram and the Vampire, Two Trips to Gorilla Land and the Cataracts of the Congo, The Kama Sutra of Vatsayana and many others."

"Let me just begin at the beginning, the Introduction, General Remarks about Coition, to give you a flavor for the work. Here are a few excerpts ... 'So let us praise and exalt him who has created woman and her beauties, with her appetizing flesh; who has given her hails, a beautiful figure, a bosom with breasts which are swelling, and amorous ways, which awaken desires. The Master of the Universe has bestowed upon them the empire of seduction; all men, weak or strong, and subjected to a weakness for the love of woman.' What do you think, Laurie?"

"Pretty boring. Does it get better?"

"Oh, yes, much. Here is a little something from Chapter 6, Concerning Everything That Is Favourable to the Act of Coition, 'If you desire, place the woman on the ground, cling closely to her bosom, with her lips close to yours; then clasp her to you, suck her breath, bite her; kiss her breasts, her stomach, her flanks, press her close in your arms, so as to make her faint with pleasure; when you see her so far gone, then push your member into her. If you have done as I said, the enjoyment will come to both of you simultaneously. This it is which makes the pleasure of the woman so sweet. But if you neglect my advice the woman will not be satisfied and you will not have procured her any pleasure.' Did you like that part, Laurie?" With that, Danel rested his head between her breasts and began to kiss them.

"Get away! Geez, you are going to have to do better that, dude," Laurie said sarcastically but at the same time couldn't help but smile.

"OK, OK, you are one tough cookie. How about this, from Chapter 9, Sundry Names Given to the Sexual Organs of Women, 'The window, taga, and the shoe, medassa, reminds you of women. The vulva resembles in fact, when invaded by the verge, a window with a man putting his head in to look about, or a shoe that is being put on. Consequently, he who sees himself in dreaming in the act of going in at a window, or putting on a shoe, has the certainty of getting possession of a young woman or a virgin, if the window is newly built, or the shoe new and in good condition; but that woman will be old according to the state of the window or shoe.' Now, isn't that very erotic, Laurie?"

"Shut up! Tell me something new. And what's this stuff you have in your canteen?" she asked as she took a swig. "Very strange tasting."

"That's Angeldew; my own special brew that doesn't require refrigeration. How about this, the book deals mostly with sexual intercourse. There are missing chapters that were never translated into the English. By some stroke of good fortune I have come into possession of these chapters. One deals with cunnilingus. Would you like me to read it to you?"

"No."

"No? I don't understand."

"What part of 'No' don't you understand? Don't read it to me. Show me." Laurie lifted her legs and slid off her panties.

He gave her a few little licks. "Yum, yum. You smell and taste wonderful. What do you douche with?"

"I douche with rat poison you fucking pervert!" she screamed at him, unable to stifle her raucous chuckles.

He laughed and went back to licking her softly and gently. "Oh my, and aren't we getting more than just a little wet here? I don't think I'll be needing these," he said as he pulled from his pocket a handful of small samplers of Vagisal Intimate Moisturizer and other lubricants. He put them away and plunged his face back into her very moist triangle.

He separated her wet lips with his fingers and spread her wide open. First he licked under her clitoris and inner labia and occasionally swirled her in his mouth. Then he alternated with his tongue, slow flat licks, and with his lips, sucking gently.

Soon she was squirming with pleasure. Finally she lost it as he licked her essence with harder and more demanding strokes. Thrusting her hips upward with excitement, she exploded in a powerful climax she felt from her head to the tips of her toes. "Yes! Yes!" she cried as she squirted all over his face. He continued to lick her gently as she came down from the most wonderful orgasm she had ever had and he could feel her entire body shuddering right through her clitoris which he still held in his lips.

"Please stop! Please. No more. Not right now."

"Whatever you say, Little Miss Smarty Panties," he said and smirked as he pulled his face away from her. "You are a funny girl. You got a big mouth. A nice big mouth."

He stood up, pulled Laurie to her knees and lowered his pants and shorts. Grabbing her hair with both hands, he pulled her onto him. He did most of the work and it didn't take him long. Back and forth and up and down he jerked her head. When he really was going he had one hand on the top of her head, the other under her chin, lifted up her face and just rammed it as far down her throat as he could.

He exploded down her throat and let out a yell that sounded like somebody being tortured. He pulled out and shot all over her face and rubbed his gushing member on her lips. Down to the last few drops, she opened her mouth again and slurped on him, sucking and licking up every last drop. She put him all the way back in her mouth and felt him shudder as he came down from his orgasm, just as he had one for her.

When he finally could talk again he said, "I know you have clitoral orgasms, but did you ever have a cervical-pubococcygeal orgasm, a vaginal orgasm?"

"Well, yeah. I know a little bit about Kegel exercises and such. I think I have had vaginal orgasms."

"What do you mean, you think you have had vaginal orgasms? Either you have or you haven't. Now, I'm going to explain this all to you and I want you to pay attention very carefully. But first ... " and he began to lick her again.

Ten minutes and another great orgasm later, Danel began his lecture and the show and tell on vaginal orgasms. Laurie thought she had about five vaginal orgasms in an hour. Somehow she lost count.

They closed their eyes in exhaustion and held each other for an hour. "Laurie," Danel explained, "my sole objective is to set women free. No one knows how to find the woman within, better than me. No one knows how to hold that tender heart, better than me."

They got back on the Harley and continued their journey into the depths of Death Valley. Danel took State Road 190 to the west entrance to the park. He took a backcountry road to Dante's view. They got off the Harley and hiked to near the top. Up over 5,000 feet where the air is 25 degrees lower than the floor of the Valley, they looked down on the sweltering salt flats of Badwater.

And then she saw them a few hundred yards away. About two dozen men and women. The men were all tall and muscular like Danel. The women were all very beautiful. They were all naked and participating in some sort of ritualistic ceremony. Danel and Laurie joined them.

Joshua and Rachael had returned from their Las Vegas overnighter about noon. They were sitting on his porch eating micro-waved macaroni and cheese for lunch. Rachael had not yet been home. Joshua's neighbor and best friend, Nathaniel, joined them.

Nathaniel was also known to his friends and within his tribe as Little Beaver. A name quite appropriate because of his small stature and Delaware heritage.

They saw Danel coming from half a mile away on the Grey Ghost. He had a passenger. Long shiny black waist-long hair was flowing and blowing, and she was not wearing a helmet in spite of the law.

When they pulled in the driveway and got off the Harley, Joshua and Nathaniel were speechless. She was the most incredible looking woman they had ever seen. Beautiful is not the word they would have used to describe her. Something beyond beautiful; something almost supernatural.

Nathaniel whispered to Joshua, "She looks like an angel, and I don't mean a good angel. An angel of death, maybe."

The woman looked like she owned the world as she got off the back of Danel's bike. She wore a red vinyl mini-dress which contrasted with her black Chippewa lace up motorcycle boots. A green cape covered her shoulders, and her long claw-like fingernails matched the color of the dress perfectly. Very tall, long black shiny hair, green eyes and a strange beauty mark on her forehead and the face of a devilish angel.

Rachael stared and never the one for a loss of words, asked, "Are you a goddess?"

The woman smiled and Joshua shivered, thinking the word he would have used to describe that smile was sinister. Nathaniel seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this scene. His eyes were riveted on her breasts and her protruding nipples. "No bra" he said under his breath and smirked at Joshua.

Danel introduced her as Lilith and she just nodded, nary a word. No sooner had Joshua given Danel the paperwork and the keys for the Panhead, she was on the bike. Her mini-dress was hiked up so far the lace was visible on her garter belt. She roared off before anyone could react other than with a look of astonishment bordering on shock.

Lilith headed for where Joshua and Rachael had just been, Las Vegas. She, however, had an entirely different itinerary. Her mind was on making quite the impression on the strip this night. It was an impression quite worthy of the Queen of Hearts.

As Danel went to mount the Grey Ghost, Joshua asked, "Where are you off to?" Rachael added innocently "Where's my mom?"

The giant just shrugged, got on the bike and he was gone.

Nathaniel caused Joshua reason for concern with his frequent "twilight zone" tales.

Joshua said to Rachael, "Run over to your house and see what your mom is doing. Maybe she would like to join us for lunch." It wasn't so much Laurie's appetite Joshua was concerned about, he didn't want Rachael to hear whatever wild story Nathaniel was going to tell. Joshua had seen that gleam in Nathaniel's eye many times before.

As soon as Rachael ran off, Nathaniel started. "Lilith! Lilith is her name. Why not Aswang, the vampire of the Phillipines who feeds on blood with her long hollow thin tongue and looks pregnant after drinking? Why not Baobhan Sith, the Scottish vampire who appears as a lovely maiden clad in green? Why not Dearg-due, Langsuir or Rakshasi? What about the Strigoica with two hearts? I bet our Lilith has two hearts!" Joshua was doubling over in laughter and forced out what words he could, "You best shut up about her, or she'll be sucking your neck next!"

That didn't stop Nathaniel, not much did. "And of course you know that Lilith was the inspiration for the legend of Ishtar. In the Akkadian hymn, 'Praise to Ishtar,' who does ' ... in lips she is sweet; life is in her mouth' sound like? The worship of Ishtar centered around holy harlots, transvestites and phallic symbols. The Sumerian goddess Inanna was in reality Lilith and she did take on the dragon Kur, also known as Satan, but not to kill him. Lilith was also Medusa of Greek mythology. Greek sculpture and painting frequently displays the nude Medusa partially reclining or kneeling below the standing Perseus with her mouth open. Beheading would be new terminology to describe what they both had in mind."

"Little Beaver my ass," Joshua said in frustration. "They should have named you Little Brain. I told you to lay off that hashish or whatever it is you smoke in that peace pipe of yours."

Just then Rachael returned. "My mom is still sleeping. She missed work today. I tried to get her up, but she told me to come back over here Pappy."

"That's fine honey. Let her sleep. She must have had some adventure yesterday, just like we did. Nathaniel was just telling more of his stories, you know, his fairy tales like Snow White and The Wizard of Oz. He was just telling me all about witches."

"Oh Nathaniel!" she blurted, "please tell me again about the Delaware Indians."

"I came here as I have told you before from Oklahoma, where most of the Delaware now live. My grandfathers came from Pennsylvania along the Delaware River. The Delaware are known in our own language as the Lenni Lanape. Our ancient history, 'The Red Record,' tells the story in words and pictures of my grandfather's grandfathers."

"My ancestors came from Asia across the Bering Strait into North American thousands of years ago. When they arrived, American was already inhabited. The giants, the Olmec, were pyramid builders and obsessed with skulls and bones and other symbols of death. They practiced cannibalism. My people and the Mengwe, the Iroquois, defeated the Olmec and drove them far south and out of North America."

"Pappy, wake up!" Rachael cried at the snoozing Joshua. "Remember yesterday when we were reading about the giants in Genesis?" She picked up his bible and opened it to the bookmark and read Chapter 6, verse 4, "And there were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown."

Nathaniel had also fallen asleep. Rachael threw her hands up in the air and went into the house to play Nintendo.

Joseph Masterson, Ph.D., was a professor of religious studies at a major university in Ohio. He was a trim, alert handsome man of forty-three with a thin moustache, sharp eyes and impeccably dressed. He flashed around big-time money and had quite the eye for the ladies. Which is why Las Vegas was his favorite place and he made it a point to visit every few months.

Lilith was playing Blackjack at Joseph's favorite inn when he first saw her. He thought she was way out his league, and everybody else's for that matter. She was something beyond beautiful he thought. Very tall, long black shiny hair, green eyes, a strange beauty mark on her forehead and the face of a devilish angel. A goddess. Her shiny and sleek stretchable vinyl red mini-dress was so skin tight it looked like it was painted on. It had an open back with a multi-tipped wicked collar.

The lady was winning and seemed to have real skill at the game. Joseph was not doing well as usual. He took a break from the table when she did, and he followed her into the lounge.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked politely as she sat at a small table in the back.

"Please do, I like company. You didn't seem to be doing well at the table. My name is Lilith."

Joseph introduced himself and said "No, I wasn't doing very well but you are an incredible player. Of course, you have a distinct advantage. Who can pay attention to cards when you are at the table?"




Prey For Me Ch. 02



Lilith laughed and said, "Maybe, but it might help if you did things like play to seventeen when the dealer's up card is a seven or higher, play to twelve and stop when the dealer's card is a six or lower but higher than a three, and stuff like that."

They ordered a drink. "Yours would of course be a Bloody Mary," he joked.

Joseph was thoroughly impressed by Lilith's obvious intelligence and razor sharp wit. Very different than the coeds who frequented his classes he thought, but not much older. He was astounded by her knowledge of history, religion and scripture.

Joseph was not sure if she was actually flirting with him or just teasing and tantalizing him in a friendly way. He said to himself he had to keep her interest if he was going to get anywhere with this one.

"You know of course that Lilith was the first vampire and invented fellatio. Her goal in life was to suck the life force out of a man, his blood and his semen."

That being said, Joseph paused, and Lilith roared in laughter. He took that as a cue to continue.

"Lilith was a parasitical predator who used her greatest weapons, her incredible beauty, her aura of sensuality and the skills taught her by supernatural beings to lure men into her snare." Joseph quoted passages from the bible, Isaiah 34:14 and elsewhere, to document his statements. He also said he had copies of Dead Sea Scroll fragments that clinched it.

"Oh, you are simply a shit! Not again! A chick who rides a Harley always gets stereotyped."

"You got a Harley?" he stammered. "Never been on one but I would love it."

"Yeah, right" but are you sure? "It's right outside. Let's go!" She picked up her cape on the way out. Actually it was a distressed brown long leather duster she had dyed green. Large front pockets, back-slit with snaps, adjustable cuffs, leg straps and a removable cape.

Joseph couldn't back down now, it wouldn't be the manly thing to do, much to his chagrin.

"That's quite a bike," was all he could say when he saw the old Panhead, and that he said rather weakly. He put on one of the German army helmets with the Y-strap and she put on the other.

Joseph definitely did not take well to Lilith's wheelies and leaning on the curves. He was holding on for dear life and not even in a sensual way.

"Those aren't life preservers," she yelled over her shoulder as Joseph kept squeezing her breasts in a death grip.

Lilith couldn't tell whatever it was Joseph had for lunch. It just looked like vomit to her. But she was quite sure the beetle juice would work better on an empty stomach, and because she had achieved her objective, she turned around and headed back to the hotel.

"You are definitely no biker!" she said to Joseph and chuckled. He was relieved the lady was not ticked off he had barfed on her green cape, which looked very expensive.

"The Dead Sea Scrolls?" she asked, her interest still piqued as they returned to the bar and ordered another drink.

"Yes, yes" he eagerly attempted to continue.

"Wait, wait" she interrupted him. Joseph didn't notice Lilith pull on the waist of her mini-dress to display even more cleavage. As he gazed down the front, he was not about to argue with anything she said.

Lilith knew he was looking and Joseph knew she knew. "Well, you squeezed the hell out of them when we on my bike, so I guess it's OK if you take a real good look." She broke out in laughter again. "Joseph, I said 'wait' before you start about the Dead Sea Scrolls because my left foot is itching like crazy, would you scratch it for me, please?"

He hit his head on the table on his eagerness to get under there and play with her tootsies and was glad she couldn't see his red face.

"Oh my! You have such a nice soft tickling touch," she said so erotically he thought.

"What are you doing under there Joseph," she finally said as people began to stare. "I knew I should have worn panties."

When Joseph finally came up for air, Lilith said, "Hurry up and finish your drink. I'll buy you dinner. I'm famished!"

Joseph's drink looked cloudy as he sat at the table once again. "Did you put something in my drink?"

"Well sure I did!" and she laughed loudly and he couldn't help join her in the mirth.

"I put some beetle juice in your drink. Pulverized emerald green blister beetles, you know, the Cantharis Vesicatoria, more commonly known as the Spanish Fly."

"Huh?" was about all he could muster up at that.

"Do you not know that the Marquis de Sade utilized a concoction of the same pulverized beetles to entice young ladies to participate in his orgies. Unfortunately he occasionally used a little too much and poisoned his feminine friends."

"Really?" he responded in as he regained his composure somewhat.

"Really. And two thousand years ago the Roman whore, Livia, who was married to one of the Nero boys and also Augustus, used a little of the stuff to flavor the food. No wonder the entire imperial family engaged in many sexual indiscretions and perversions she later used against them."

"What about the Spanish Fly results in death?" Joseph asked as he was becoming more and more intrigued. This girl can spin some yarns as good as I can he thought.

"Cantharidin is the poisonous substance in these pulverized beetles. Normally two grams will certainly result in a fatality within a few hours. Not to get medically technical, but prior to death the preliminary symtom is priapism. You know, a hard on that won't go away no matter what."

Joseph felt as though he was getting one of those hardons at that very moment so he suggested they go into the dining room.

"I can't let her monopolize the conversation," Joseph said to himself as they were contemplating the menu. She will mesmerize me with that sultry voice he thought. "Change the subject?" was his foremost thought and "How can a woman get the best of me intellectually? I'm a doctor of philosophy. I'm the man!"

Joseph suspected he could divert Lilith's attention from talking about sexual matters by expounding upon his "Sasquatch" theory. Bigfoot, or Sasquatch, the common Native American terminology, was his peculiar fetish. He was quite pleased when Lilith asked to order for both of them.

The waiter was Jewish and spoke Hebrew. And so did Lilith! Joseph couldn't believe his ears. Of course, he was fluent in Hebrew and joined the conversation. She was so kind as to let him order the wine.

"We would like the Shepherd's Pie," she instructed the waiter. "Salad and an appetizer, you pick, surprise us." The Jewish waiter was just as infatuated with this woman as Joseph was, he was hanging on her every word.

"What is Shepherd's Pie, exactly?" Joseph asked.

"It's delicious! I've had it here before and it is absolutely my favorite. Irish potatoes and Hebrew meatballs."

Lilith smirked devilishly and continued, "Hebrew meatballs are goat's testicles boiled in milk. The recipe comes from the 'Kama Sutra' where it states the delicacy dramatically increases sexual vigor."

Joseph gasped and almost fainted in shock at this revelation.

"Oh Joseph, you are so much fun to tease! Lighten up will ya?"

They thoroughly enjoyed their long and leisurely dinner. Joseph did most of the talking. Lilith seemed captivated by his talk of the Sasquatch. He thought himself quite witty when he started off on the subject with, "Are the tabloid headlines like 'Beautiful Women Help to Lure Bigfoot' and 'Sasquatch Likes to Study the Ladies' true?"

Joseph asked questions like, "Is the Bigfoot a man, beast or an aberration that resulted from the sexual perversions of the fallen angels thousands of years ago? Why do Native American legends abound regarding bigfoot like creatures? The Sasquatch of our country, the Yeti of Asia, the Mapinguari of the Amazon region, the Yowie of Australia, the Abominable Snowman of the Himalayas are all what?"

And then he answered his own questions. "Bigfoot are mutants. Their ancestors are Nephilim, fallen angels. The fallen angels who came to earth and copulated with women. Bigfoot, Sasquatch, are giants. Descendants of the giants of the bible like Goliath and Og of Bashan. A dormant recessive supernatural gene has caused significant genetic damage over the past 6,000 years. They remain, however, incredibly intelligent despite their outward appearance. There are numerous photographs and footprints of Bigfoot in evidence. Sightings are increasing but they are extremely elusive and dispose of the remains of the dearly departed."

"Of course you can prove all this," Lilith interrupted.

"Sure can. One of my colleagues has obtained a hair sample from a Sasquatch and has isolated a sequenced mitochrondial gene fragment to determine the phylogenetic affiliation of the creature."

"What does that mean in plain English?" she interrupted again.

"The research has determined conclusively that Sasquatch is far more human than ape. My colleague and others like him are afraid to publish their research lest they be subject to great public ridicule, despite the overwhelming evidence."

Lilith interjected with a seductive smile, "And of course you were correct about yours truly. I am a vampire; I am Lilith the original demon of the dark although I'm a little old for you dude, as in more than six thousand birthdays."

"C'mon dude, let's dance, all this talk and food is making me fat," she declared emphatically. There was a small band playing some good tunes.

Joseph was a very practiced devotee of the dance floor and every eye in the room was on them, dance after dance. Finally, the leader of the band announced they were taking a short break.

Lilith grabbed Joseph's hand and led him up to the band leader, a gentleman named Louie. "Do you take requests?" she asked demurely.

Louie's eyes also had been riveted on this gorgeous creature as she whirled and twirled. He winked as he said, "I'd do anything for you, honey. But the next set is country and western. Got to cater to the cowboys in the crowd."

"Cool!" she exclaimed and startled Louie with her enthusiasm. "Would you believe I'm a cowgirl and I can sing?"

Louie joined the pair at their table for a drink during the break. Lilith gave him a quick lesson on Dwight Yoakam's Buenas Noches From a Lonely Room , or She Wore Red Dresses.

Louie just loved the tune and asked Lilith to tell the band how to play it, and he insisted she join him on the stage.

Lilith helped Louie start off the song.

"She wore red dresses with her black shining hair."

"She had my baby and caused me to care," he sang. Lilith whispered in his ear, "I sure hope not, I take pills."

"Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry," he warbled. "The only thing you are crying about, Louie, is that you didn't get to stick it up my bum yet," she whispered and he laughed.

"She wore red dresses and told such sweet lies," and on that note Lilith did a "Who Me?" pantomime.

The audience went wild with this act and wanted much more, and so did Louie, but she begged off with "Maybe later. I got to get back to the Blackjack table and make some more moola."

But Blackjack was not the game she had in mind at the moment. She asked Joseph, "You have a room in this hotel, do you not? Can we go up so I can freshen up a bit?"

Joseph could not believe his good fortune. He never would have suggested such an idea but since it was her, what could a gentleman do but concur? Besides, he had been suffering from an incredible erection for hours which would have been rather visible had he not kept his long jacket buttoned.

At first, during dinner, Joseph thought Lilith was just joking with him when she took the leopard fur lined bondage cuffs out of her purse and put them around her wrists. "Quite the fashion accessory don't you think Joseph? Check out this velcro closure with the locking tongue roller buckle. I have a larger pair in my purse for ankles along with the straps to hook them up to whatever."

Joseph had a complimentary bottle of champagne in his room and they decided to imbibe. He was sitting on the bed and Lilith was sitting on a chair close to him.

Lilith took the cuffs off her wrists, took the larger pair out of her purse and asked seductively, "Would you like to try these on?"

"No, no" she corrected him when he eagerly stuck out his arms and lifted up his legs. "Take your clothes off except for your shorts," and he did so incredibly quickly.

Lilith attached the cuffs and the straps and hitched Joseph up to the bed. "You are at my mercy, as in, no mercy." She couldn't resist the temptation to walk on him with her boots still on and did so very gently. "I'm going to get into something more comfortable," and with that she picked up her purse and went into the bathroom.

Slipping her dress off quickly, she admired her image in just the garter belt and mesh stockings in the mirror. Her long painted red fingernails did look like claws.

The fangs were last. She had sculpted them herself with Fimo baked polymer clay and tooth dye. A little dental adhesive to hold them in place and she could bite even apples and other hard objects.

When she walked back in the room, Joseph gasped but he liked what he saw.

Lilith started by nibbling his neck with her fangs and raking her claws lightly over his chest and legs until she drew blood. She rubbed her stocking adorned feet all over his body.

Pulling on Joseph's boxer shorts, she got them down to his knees. "This isn't so easy when somebody is spread-eagled you know," she responded when he appeared amused by her struggling.

Lilith had Joseph in her mouth, all of him. She sucked him hard and fast and bit and nibbled until he screamed. This was a pleasure scream.

The vamp kept right on sucking and biting long after Joseph came; sucking and biting harder and harder. He began screaming again loudly. This was a terror scream. He told Lilith what she wanted to know, the "secret," and then she removed her mesh stockings and stuffed them in his mouth. Not even the stockings could muffle the cries of anguish as she finished the job. He convulsed in shock when she pulled up her head with his bloody member in her mouth and spat it out.

As Lilith walked out the door, she dropped a playing card on the bed. It was the card she had lifted from the deck while playing blackjack; the Queen of Hearts.

The next morning the maid found Joseph still spread-eagled and restrained to the bed. She was able to summon security before she crumpled in shock. It was soon discovered that Joseph's penis was missing and all the blood was drained from his body.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 03



Pt. III: Mysterious Disappearance


Several weeks after her strange encounters of the sexual kind with Danel, Laurie had some unusual but familiar feelings. She went to the local drug store and purchased an ANSWER PLUS home pregnancy test.

Purple haze. On the way to the store she sang ...

"Purple Haze all in my brain;
Many things just don't seem the same.
Acting funny but I don't know why.
'Scuze me while I kiss the sky.
Purple Haze, all around.
Don't know if I'm coming up or down.
Am I happy or in misery?
Whatever it is, that angel put a spell on me.
Purple Haze all in my eyes.
Don't know if it's day or night.
You got me blowin', blowin' my mind.
Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?"

"Hey, it wasn't the Purple Haze; it was the Angeldew!" Laurie whispered to herself and smirked. Laurie recalled fondly the wild and crazy story Danel had told her about Alexander the Great while they were catching their breath in between orgasms.

Danel had told her, "Alexander the Great sang Purple Haze when his army arrived at the gates of Jerusalem. Verses 21 and 22 of the eighth chapter of the book of Daniel are all about demonic possession. Alexander wanted to conquer the world and he almost did, and he wanted to be God. A formal deification law was passed in Athens. Alexander demanded that his subjects prostate themselves before him which was considered an act of worship by the Greeks. He insisted that he be called "the Great." The Egyptians made him their Pharaoh and worshipped him along with their other gods."

"The demonic spirit that possessed Alexander the Great was exorcised by God at the gates of Jerusalem. This occurred as Alexander was given a copy of the book of Daniel, and as he read it, the Purple Haze evaporated. Instead of destroying Jerusalem as he planned, Alexander departed for Babylon, and when he got there he soon died. Nobody knows for sure why he died. Perhaps it was because he lost his spirit; his demonic spirit. This same demonic spirit will possess the one known as the Antichrist during the last three and one half years of this generation. Purple Haze is not about LSD as some have sung. Its power far exceeds drugs. Some, however, will think they are under the influence of hallucinogens when they witness the miracles performed by the supernaturally induced Antichrist."

Laurie had told Danel he was full of it and Jimi Hendrix did Purple Haze but he wouldn't listen. She knew what the results of the ANSWER PLUS would be but she went through the motions anyway. She placed the required liquid in the urine collection lid and followed all the other instructions. Yes, the results were purple just as she suspected. A hazy purple.

Her suitcase was packed before she even took the pregnancy test. She threw the bag in her 1990 Ford Tempo and drove off toward the desert. She mysteriously disappeared.

Jack Davis had been involved extensively in the criminal justice system for twenty-five years, solving unusual and difficult cases all over the world. He was rather disgusted with the serious flaws in that justice system which included, in his considered opinion, the lack of properly trained criminal investigators.

Jack felt the problem with society in general, and the justice system specifically, was that nobody wanted to be honest. He told his intimate friends that he couldn't find many people, other than very secretively or privately, who were willing to be candid anymore. Too afraid of not being politically correct and apathetic and reluctant to get involved he thought.

Having been a former military intelligence officer and a Navy Seal, a CIA operative for five years, and now a private investigator with a broad client base ranging from ordinary citizens to Fortune 500 corporations and Lloyd's of London, Jack had been exposed to just about every type of illegal behavior. Davis had been primarily responsible with solving several high-profile murder cases and many other many crimes. He had been retained by numerous police departments and governmental security agencies to conduct a variety of complex criminal investigations. He also on occasion was technical consultant to several rather famous authors of both crime fiction and nonfiction.

Jack had become at this point in his career and his life financially and intellectually independent to the point where he could pick and choose his cases. He was fanatic about constitutional issues and often accepted a case because it involved a violation of constitutional rights, which he considered detestable. Otherwise he selected cases which he found extraordinarily interesting to him personally and which nobody else seemed to be able to make much progress in solving.

One of the late Professor Masterson's colleague's, Brett Sanderson, was a close friend of Jack's. Brett taught such courses as "Forensic Chemistry and Trace Analysis and Toxicology" and "Chemical Microscopy and Ultramicroanalysis." He and Jack often compared notes for one reason or another.

Brett persuaded Jack to become involved in the Masterson murder case. The Las Vegas metropolitan police and the security people from the casino in question had no substantial leads, other than the description of the stunningly beautiful women who spent time with Dr. Masterson in his last hours. The brutal nature of the crime and the methods employed, penectomy and vampirism, fascinated Davis. He hated to fly but he loved to drive so off to Vegas he headed in his new car.

Jack had owned a 1966 XJ13 Jaguar, several Corvettes and a red 1986 Porshe Carrera Cabriolet but this Mercedes-Benz SLK was the ultimate sports car as far as he was concerned. His was black and one of the first stick shifts sold in the U.S. and was equipped with the optional Sport Package. This car drew attention wherever he went, much like an extraordinarily attractive woman.

Frankie Mancuso, Chief of Security of the casino where Dr. Masterson was murdered, was more than pleased to have the assistance of Jack Davis. Frankie knew of his reputation, admired him immensely and was drawn to him immediately because of his obvious competence and considerable charm. He virtually turned the case over to Jack and gave him copies of every bit of information in his files.

Frankie had a friend with him when he met with Jack. Somebody Jack knew from way back when. Sam Hanson, now a civilian, but once upon a time Deputy Chief of Investigative Services, Las Vegas Metropolitan Police. Sam was still very much involved in police affairs in an unofficial capacity but with the blessing and encouragement of the powers that be. He served as liaison between Las Vegas Metro, the people like Frankie who handled security for the casinos and P.I.'s, reporters and others who got involved in controversial incidents. There was an unwritten code of conduct, for the most part, that undesirable publicity for Vegas be minimized if possible.

Jack could remember way back when, more than twenty-five years ago, when Sam Hanson was instrumental in the merging of the Clark County Sheriff's Department and the Las Vegas Police Department, the consolidation now headed by a duly elected Sheriff. Although Jack had many misgivings about police departments, he felt Las Vegas ran the most efficient and professional law enforcement operation in the country, by far.

Frankie, Sam and Jack decided to have lunch and spent hours talking about various cases, old and new. The Ted Binion murder case of course was a prominent topic of discussion. All three felt the case was rather clear-cut in terms of evidence and motive but very interesting because of all the media attention and public interest. As Sam said, "What about O.J., 'eh?" Who knew what the ultimate outcome of the Binion case would be, despite the evidence.

The three decided that Jack's contact would be Sam. Frankie wasn't actually interested all that much in who did what. He was more interested in preventing any bad publicity from coming down on the casino which employed him, and of which he was also a minority owner. Jack wasn't surprised at all about Frankie's attitude. That's what it was all about in Vegas. Image and entertainment and making the customer come back again to spend even more money. Murder was not good for public relations.

 A few items in the files that Frankie and Sam had given him immediately caught Jack's attention. He sent samples via Federal Express to Brett back at the university, requesting isoenzyme and serum protein analysis, electrophoresis, esoelectric focusing and DNA typing.

Three days later Brett called, in shock. "Jack, Jack, this is phenomenal! Whoever murdered Masterson is not human! I know this sounds strange, but I just don't think ... "

"Shut up Brett. That's exactly what I thought. This is between you and I for now. There doesn't seem to be much of anything that can help me backtrack to find out where she came from. I think I'll have more success finding out where she went. But only if she leaves a trail of other victims. Stay in touch and let me know me immediately if you get any brainstorms. I'll do likewise."

"Right, Jack. This is totally fucking crazy."

In early November Jack received two very unusual phone calls just hours apart. Quite coincidental was his first thought.

The first call was from Marvin Johnston. He was distraught about the mysterious disappearance of his wife Laurie and the fact that nobody apparently cared much. He told Jack he thought the police were rather apathetic and he got the impression it was just another case of a woman getting fed up and just taking off. Jack said he would look into the matter soon but had some other pressing major cases that took precedent.

The second phone call was from Detective Ricardo Lopez of the Phoenix Police Department regarding a very recent murder. It happened on Halloween. Lopez told Jack he knew of the Las Vegas case and this one was similar. The victim's body was drained of blood and his penis was missing.

"I'll leave first thing in the morning and be there about noon Jack told Detective Lopez. "Please make arrangements so I can interview witnesses as soon as possible."

The first person Jack questioned was Sammy Cipriani, owner of the Fox Club. Sammy was in his late seventies and tended to ramble but Jack listened patiently.

"It was jam packed here for my annual Halloween party, the biggest and best Boo Bash from here to Las Vegas. The prizes for best costume were awesome including a Get Out of Jail Free Pass. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Sort of. I used to be a cop. You know how that goes. In fact, Ricardo's father and I were partners way back when."

"Yeah, Sammy I know how that goes. Once a cop always a cop. And I really appreciate your cooperation. What about the lady?"

"Well, as you can see we have beautiful ladies who work here, dancing, waiting tables and what all. That's why I called it the Fox Club, get it? This one was different. When she strolled up to the bar just about every eye in the place was fixated on her. Like we were all in a trance."

"Now, she was wearing a costume, is that right?"

"Well, yeah. She was a witch. Had the hat and broom and everything. She was wearing a cape and underneath it some sort of black nylon and floral lace teddy. When she opened that cape, well, use your imagination, but let me tell you, those nipples were just sticking out through that teddy saying hello. She definitely would have won best costume had she hung around for the judging."

"Sammy, what about the victim? Let's see. James Moroski was his name. How did he meet up with her exactly?"

"Yeah, well I couldn't figure that one out. He was a rather normal looking forty-something guy. He wasn't even wearing a costume. Before he arrived, several studs walked up to her sitting on the barstool and said a few words. They all quickly went away with their tails between their legs. And then this Moroski guy walks in and she approaches him, like she had been looking for him, but he didn't seem to know her when they first spoke. In about two minutes he's hanging on her like a puppy dog."

"She took that cape off and was dancing, mostly by herself. The guy joined her on the floor but he was hardly moving. "The girls," and Sammy pointed to the all girl band who just happened to be taking a break from afternoon rehearsal, "gave her the strolling mike and she could really sing and was just going crazy with the strutting and the dancing. Hey girls, get your sweet cheeks up and play that number that wild witch did with you."

These girls in the band were gorgeous but they looked like, well, dykes or biker babes Jack thought. All leather and tattoos.

"OK, guys," said Candy the drummer, "Here it is, the Monster Mash by the one and only Bobby "Boris" Picket. And that girl who sang with us was one bitching bitch and she can hang out with us any time."

"I was working in the lab, late one night,

When my eyes beheld an eerie sight.

For my monster from his slab began to rise,

And suddenly, to my surprise,

He did the mash.

He did the monster mash;

The monster mash.

It was a graveyard smash.

He did the mash.

It caught on in a flash.

He did the mash.

He did the monster mash.

From my laboratory in the castle east,

To the master bedroom where the vampires feast,

The ghouls all came from their humble abode,

To get a jolt from my electrode.

They did the mash.

They did the monster mash.

It was a graveyard smash.

They did the mash.

It caught on in a flash.

They did the mash.

They did the monster mash.

The zombies were having fun,

The party had just begun.

The guests included wolfman, Dracula and his son.

The scene was rocking, all were digging the sounds,

Igor on chains backed by his baying hounds,

The coffin bangers were about to arrive,

With their vocal group, the crypt kicker five."

"That's enough Sammy. Please." The racket was driving Jack crazy and Sammy motioned for the girls to stop. "Then what happened?"

"And then they left after about an hour. Well, you know the rest. His body was discovered in his car a few miles away the next morning."

"Is there anything else you can think of, Sammy?"

"The lady had a Harley. I went out to my car to get my checkbook out of my glove compartment when she pulled in. Quite the impressive Harley it was.

"I rode a WLA military Harley in the big war. Later when I returned home I bought one via the government surplus program. I still have it but haven't ridden it in years. Still runs great. I fire it up every couple days. The lady rode a '51 Panhead."

"I didn't see anything about the Harley in the report, Sammy, but I guess you didn't think it was important at the time. Well, thanks, you have been very helpful and I'll be in touch again."

It all began to fit together somewhat. The Harley, the lady, the victims. Jack talked to the medical examiners who performed the autopsies on both murdered men. There was no question the same person committed both. The blood was drained and the penis was removed in an identical manner. Bitten off. Surprisingly the news media had not caught on yet and started a serial killer craze, but it was just a matter of time.

What Jack decided to pursue next was the specific connection between Masterson and Moroski, both professors. Moroski taught anthropology and religion courses at a local Phoenix college. This semester he was teaching Magic, Witchcraft and Healing, American Indian Religions and Women & Religion as Jack discovered when he visited the campus.

Jack couldn't put his finger on a motive but somehow he thought these two professors had some information that either the lady wanted or didn't want them to divulge. No one yet had yet given this beautiful and erotic woman a name.

Where to start with the investigation of the late Professor Moroski was Jack's

next order of business. He decided to visit the campus. The other professors didn't offer much of further enlightenment. A few of the students did.

Jacqueline and Christa were two of the most entertaining young ladies Jack had ever met. They invited him back to their sorority house and talked his ear off. The girls were very interested in witchcraft and wicca; an interest which Professor Moroski shared and taught about.

"You know of course that real witches engage in ritualistic sex with the Devil and his fallen angels," Jacqueline lectured. "The first written documentation of this is the Toulouse trial of Anne-Marie de Georgel in 1335."

"Yeah, and real witches practice penis-thievery," added Christa, which immediately got Jack's undivided attention. She continued, "That is well chronicled in the Malleus Maleficarum which was an international bestseller and the bible all about witches several hundred years ago."

"Hey girls, let me ask this," interjected Jack. "How can you tell for certain if a woman is a witch?"

Christa explained, "Go back a few centuries ago. Alleged witches were hunted down, strip-searched, tortured, mutilated and executed. The witch craze caused women to fear their own sexuality. The genital search was a necessary requirement during any witch trial. Back then an enlarged clitoris

was today's fingerprint and DNA evidence to prove one undoubtedly a witch."

"Abnormally large genitalia usually meant a death sentence, but not always. Sometimes the woman was shown mercy and the clitoris was amputated. Most of the torture and persecution of witches was prompted by the woeful ignorance of female anatomy on the part of men. Some things never change, do they Mr. Davis?" Christa smirked at that and paused. Jack was rather speechless at the sensuous candor of these young ladies.

Jacqueline continued the train of thought. "Dr. Francois Rabelais, in his Gargantua and Pantagruel, maintained that an itching clitoris dominates a witch's every thought and action. Quit scratching Christa, you frigging witch!"

"In 1595 Nicholas Remy published Daemonolatria which proclaimed no mercy for witches. Like mad dogs, they should not be spared. Again, the work which most fueled the persecution, torture and execution of witches was Malleus Maleficarum. All about a witch's insatiable carnal lust and consort with devils."

"One of the more interesting trials in England several hundred years ago involved my great, great, great grandmother who was being tried as a witch. One of the jurors named Arthur something or other, who also happened to be a writer of erotica, had never actually 'seen' a clitoris. When he had sex with his wife, it was always in the dark and they were fully clothed except for an opening here and there. When confronted with an up close and personal look at the alleged witch's clitoris during the trial, Arthur developed some sort of epileptic seizure, choked on his own tongue and vomit, and in minutes died right in the court room. If it were not for that incident which put the fear of witches into the other jurors, Granny would have been hanged and I wouldn't be here."

Jacqueline kept a totally straight face after she had recited the last part, but Christa burst out laughing and Jack knew his leg was being pulled. "Anything else I should know about witches?" he asked.

"Look for a witch's tit, a supernumery nipple. I'll show you, Mr. Davis," Jacqueline cooed as she removed her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Christa unzipped Jack's pants and pulled him out, playfully began to stroke him as she talked about love magic. "Mr. Davis, have you ever read the Munich Handbook? All about demonic spells to acquire the love of a woman. You must take the blood of a dove and with it draw a nude woman on the skin of a female dog. And then, well, this gets pretty complicated. Oh, forget it." With that she bent over Jack and began sucking him. Jacqueline took over the talking.




Prey For Me Ch. 03



"There are many other techniques to arouse a woman's lust," Jacqueline began, "if you are not into writing on dogs with blood then try soaking wool in a bat's blood and put it under your lady's head while she is sleeping. Also putting ants' eggs in her bath water brings on almost instantaneous orgasm. Now, don't be doing this to us, but if you write the words in capital letters 'PAX+PIX+ABYRA+SYTH+SAMASIC' on a hazel stick and hit your lady on the head with it three times, then French kiss her, she will love you forever. Well, at least for a couple hours anyway. A bull's balls or the tail of a fox also are very erotic. Hey, Christa, let me have some!" She pulled Christa off Jack and went down on him herself.

"Now Mr. Davis," Christa began meandering, "we have several recipes we would like you to try." Christa had unzipped her jean shorts and began playing with herself while she watched Jack go in and out of Jacqueline's mouth. "We have Asafoetida which is made from devil's dung, also known as Ferula Foetida. The Hindu call it 'hing.' This hing shit is also a wonderful laxative plus it cures colic. And what about garlic? Not only does it keep the vampires off your neck and other parts of your body, it has many other benefits. Especially it is good for a limp dick. Glad to see you don't have that problem, Mr. Davis. But if you did, and you just might later, we will mix cloves of garlic with lard and rub it on you and you will be just fine in a matter of minutes. Hey Jacqueline! Jacqueline!" She pulled Jacqueline off Jack by the hair. "Tell Mr. Davis about the tools we witches use, like our lips." Christa took over while Jacqueline caught her breath and then began to speak.

"But Christa, you forgot to tell Mr. Davis what we do to toads, you know, cut off their heads and skin and boil them in our cauldron. Of course, we pry out that precious stone out of their severed head while their body is cooking. Christa?"

"Hmmmmmm?"

"Never mind, Christa. Let's see, Mr. Davis. A witch's tools. Well, I just mentioned the cauldron where we cook up stuff. It is a symbol of the Goddess and the Divine Feminine. We have our Athame, which is a double-edged knife linked with God because of its phallic nature. The Athame has a black handle. Our other knife, the Bolline, has a white handle. It is used for cutting herbs. Do you smoke dope, Mr. Davis? Can't you talk dude?"

"Never mind," Jacqueline said in disgust as Jack ignored her. "A witch's broom is called a Besom. It's not for flying. We are going to stick the other end up your ass!"

"Huh?" was all Jack could mutter.

"Oh, you really can talk, Mr Davis? Now, let's talk about the Wand. The magic tool. I want your magic tool inside me, Mr. Davis." Jacqueline was wearing a skirt and had no panties underneath. She hadn't been teasing her nether place like Christa had been but she was very wet nonetheless. She pushed Christa away, lifted her skirt up, sat in Jack's lap and slipped him inside her.

Over the next two hours Jack discovered that Jacqueline and Christa were more like bitches in heat than witches. He felt like he had been mugged when he walked out the door. He wasn't sure if it was the fucking and sucking the two girls had just administered or the potion they gave him to sip. Their own special witch's brew they said. Who the hell needed Viagra anyway is what he thought.

That discussion was enlightening Jack recalled fondly as he dialed Brett's phone number. "I'm looking for a woman who is, at least on occasion a witch who practices penis-thievery." He summarized the conversation with the girls for Brett. "So I guess I'll have to check all possible suspects for a witch's tit and an enlarged clitoris." They both laughed heartily at that prospect.

Jack got in his Mercedes and headed back toward Las Vegas. On the way he made a call on his cellular phone to his newspaper editor friend, Bill Nelson. He requested a check of the classified sections of all major newspapers within five hundred miles. A check for any 1951 Panheads advertised in the past three months.

"This is important, Bill. Hire temporaries or whatever and get it done quickly. Of course I'll pay for it."

"No you won't pay for it, Jack. I still owe you big time for your help on those serial killings when I was with the paper in Detroit. I'll get you the information as soon as I can."

Two days later, Bill called back with a list of 1951 Panheads for sale. There were only two. One phone number immediately drew Jack's attention. Right in Marvin Johnston's neighborhood.

Marvin Johnston didn't add much to the information Jack had acquired. He seemed to have no clue as to why his wife had just up and vanished. In his opinion, their marriage was fine and Laurie was happy. He did mention she appeared somewhat quiet and introspective recently, as if she was constantly thinking about something far off. Marvin told Jack that Laurie shortly before she vanished often had a look on her face that reminded him, particularly since he was a preacher, of a newly born again Christian. Marvin did mention he found some strange erotic books that Laurie had hidden and he showed them to Jack and he recognized the works of Sir Richard Francis Burton.

Jack soon discovered he had found the right 1951 Panhead. Joshua Marshall told him of the mysterious Danel who purchased it and the even more mysterious woman who rode off on it the next day. The woman now had a name, Lilith. Joshua also implied that Marvin Johnston's wife, Laurie, and this Danel had some sort of liaison.

The young girl, Rachael, was present while Joshua and Jack were talking. She added vivid descriptions of Danel and Lilith. Rachael told Jack she thought Danel must be a bad angel who took her mother and he was surprised Joshua didn't contradict her. Jack thought she was quite the outspoken bright young lady.

Joshua did insist that Jack also talk to his Native American friend Nathaniel who was also present the day Danel and Lilith picked up the Harley. He called him on the phone. Nathaniel repeated his Lilith spiel to Jack. He also mentioned that if he wanted to talk to somebody who knew more about the subject, contact one Dr. Caitlin Cornplanter of the Harvard Divinity School. Nathaniel mentioned he was in occasional contact with her via e-mail on a variety of subjects.

Jack knew he was about finished here and announced he was going to head back to Las Vegas to tie up some loose ends. "Oh, Pappy, can I go with him? You were going to take me to Granny Johnston's anyway. Can I please? I want to ride in that cool car! Mr. Davis, please, pretty please?"

Jack and Joshua looked at each other and both smiled bemusedly and nodded.

On the way to Granny Johnston's, Rachael told Jack all about her theories about dandelions and locusts. "Mr. Davis, you know there were many of them, not just Danel." Yes, that's what Joshua said too, Jack thought to himself. He wondered what the rest of them were doing. Rachael told Jack of Danel's great interest in the Great Pyramid and his story about the dollar bill and his penchant for chewing dandelions.

Rachael fell asleep and it was a quiet ride the rest of the way. He dropped her off at Granny Johnston's and she gave him a big hug and kiss and said, "Please find my mother, Mr. Davis."

Jack decided to talk to the waiter at the casino where Joseph Masterson was murdered. He apparently was the only person who had actually overheard the conversation between Masterson and this Lilith. The waiter's name was Abraham.

"What did they talk about, Abraham? Did you overhear anything?" Jack inquired.

"The lady was fluent in Hebrew. That totally impressed me. And what a looker! Absolutely incredible. One thing I really recall that intrigued me that I heard them talking about was Bigfoot. You know, Sasquatch. Another word I heard was Nephilim. You know, Nephilim, the fallen angels. Also I overheard the lady tell the dude she was a vampire. Of course she was kidding. Wasn't she?"

"Well thanks, Abraham, and I'm sure the lady was kidding about being a vampire," Jack said and left. What was the connection between all this he asked himself. Nephilim, Lilith, Sasquatch, vampires, witches, Harleys, preachers.

Jack spent the next two days almost non-stop on his computer and on the phone. He took a couple catnaps, drank cup after cup of coffee and kept right at it.

First the MPI, the Missing Persons Index, on the internet. This index listed only missing persons who were reported to a police agency. Jack wondered how many were not reported to the police.

The MPI provided a description of the missing person and the circumstances of their disappearance. Of great advantage to Jack was that it also provided the family's e-mail address and indicated the police agency handling the investigation.

Jack concentrated on missing women who initially somewhat fit the profile of Laurie Johnston. Once he pursued additional information with the family and the investigating police, he developed a list of three other women who disappeared under circumstances similar to Laurie. In each instance he was able to verify the existence of a stranger riding a motorcycle being seen with the woman or in the vicinity. He was also able to verify that each woman was somehow connected to a man who was involved in organized religion. A father in one instance and the husband in the two other cases. Jack corrected himself. The Father was a priest who was the missing woman's brother.

Brett called and Jack filled him in on the latest developments. Jack asked him to do some research on certain subjects which had piqued his interest. I'm off to Salt Lake City, Brett. That's where the second similar mysterious disappearance occurred."

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 04



Pt. IV: CirCUMstantial Evidence


In the drive up Interstate 15 to Salt Lake City which took all night and part of the morning, Jack thought about how it was not one of his favorite places. He had been there twice before. Getting information was often like pulling teeth. One of the strangest places he had ever been; like a totally different planet. His past experiences, however, did prompt him to become familiar with Mormonism and the lives of Joseph Smith and Brigham Young, among others.

Jack's first stop was the Salt Lake City Police Department. He had asked Sam Hanson to call ahead and alert them of his pending arrival.

Sandra Burton was the chief's secretary and she immediately recognized Jack by name and reputation. "You are rather famous around here, Mr. Davis. Everybody talks about you. The chief is not in, but please talk to the administrative sergeant, Dave Webb. He knows everything that is happening, and he is expecting you." She rang his office and Jack was immediately ushered in.

"My pleasure, Jack. Sam Hanson called and filled me in on what you are looking for. Here is a copy of everything in our file." Webb continued, "Let me summarize what we know which is not much. Alicia Dunn is age 27, a redhead, 5'7", 125 pounds. Very, very attractive she is. Wife number three of one James Dunn. Right, number three. James Dunn is a polygamist and one of the main spiritual leaders of the Latter-day Church of Christ. The church is actually a conglomerate that owns 27 companies at last count. Many of these companies are involved in computer hardware or software merchandising or providing internet services. The headquarters is just south of the city. Mr. Dunn did report his wife missing but he has not been a wealth of information. He has his own private investigator, Steve Hawkins, working on the case."

The moment Jack heard Hawkins' name he knew where he would find what he wanted to know. "OK, Dan, thanks," Jack interrupted abruptly. "Let me look over the file and I'll get back to you."

Jack called Steve Hawkins and they agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant. He knew "Hawk" as by reputation only. Not a good reputation. Hawk was rumored to be an enforcer on occasion for various elements of organized crime. Now what was he doing working for a religious zealot and polygamist Jack wondered.

Hawkins was already in the restaurant and was seated at a small table and toying with a chef salad. He barely acknowledged Jack as he motioned for him to sit down.

Jack didn't mince words, simply said, "Do you remember Vince Fabrizio?" That got the Hawk's attention quickly.

"You, you're the one who got him busted, right?" Hawkins snarled. Fabrizio was currently on death row in a federal prison, convicted on kidnapping, rape and murder charges. Jack had discovered the body and led the Chicago police to Vince the Vicar of Vice as he was known. The victim was Fabrizio's former mistress. Her father had hired Jack to find her. Hawkins had once served a stint as a bodyguard for the Vicar of Vice several years before the murder of the mistress.

"Well, your old boss did have his former girlfriend's breasts cut off and legs broken before they ended her young life. Just because she no longer wanted to screw Vince. Nice guys."

"You killed one of Vince's men as I recall," Hawk commented. "Louie the Liar. They called him that because he had been indicted numerous times for hits but they never could pin him down. Witnesses disappeared. How did you stiff him exactly? I don't remember that story ever being completely reported."

"Ah, ancient Chinese secret," Jack snarled sarcastically. "Why did you leave Vince's employ?"

"He caught me doing coke on the job. What the fuck do you expect with all the crazy shit those greaseballs were into? I couldn't get any jobs with the mob after that."

"I'll tell you what I know, then you tell me what you know," Jack said in a tone that could only be described as menacing. He told many of the relevant details pertinent to the disappearance of Laurie Johnston but only what was in the police report. He did not tell what he had subsequently learned and did not mention Danel. He did refer to the other similar cases he was about to investigate and added that he would bet big money there were more that had not yet been reported.

Hawkins looked puzzled as he began to speak. "I thought she just ran off. She was very unhappy the way I hear it and totally disillusioned with this polygamy business and her husband's church activities. I can't find any trail leading to where she might be. She was last seen standing in front of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, the former Old Utah Hotel, two weeks ago. A man was with her when she was last seen."

"Tell me about the man, the biker," Jack interrupted. Hawkins looked almost shocked. "And the biker was tall, muscular and rode an expensive Harley, right?"

"Well, yeah. I didn't think the police had that information."

"They don't. Tell me everything you know about him. But start with the Harley," Jack demanded.

"The Harley was a 1993 custom built Fatboy." Hawkins pulled a small notebook from his jacket pocket. Many high performance parts and accessories. S & S rods and pistons, Edelbrock hand ported heads, Sifton 141 cam, PM 4-piston rear caliper, Lepera bare bones solo seat with gel pak, Merch performance case, Truett & Osborn flywheels, S & S Super-E with thunderjet, Dyna 2000 ignition and single fire coils, Pro-1 billet forward contols, Avon Super Venoms ..."

"OK, OK, I get it. Quite a detailed description and quite a machine," Jack interjected.

"Yeah, well I got that information from the guy who sold it to the two bikers, who apparently could have passed for twins, just a week before Alicia Dunn disappeared. The one who purchased that Harley was named Danel Jones. The one who rode off on it was named Ezequeel. The same Ezequeel who was seen with the Dunn woman on at least five occasions, including that last day in front of the Smith Building. She was also seen on that Harley with this Ezequeel on two occasions."

Jack had almost had enough. "Is there anything about this entire episode you found very unusual?"

"One thing. The husband let me search her room. They had separate bedrooms. I guess you have to when you have three wives," and Hawkins guffawed at his own joke. Jack didn't break a smile. He did not like this guy.

Hawkins continued, "I found some strange books in her room. Mr. Dunn was present while I was looking through her things and he was astounded that she was reading such literature, which he called pornography. The names of the books," he paused and referred to his notebook, "were Aranga-Ranga, The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night and The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nefzauoi. All published by a guy named Sir Richard Francis Burton."

"Thanks. I will let you know if I find out anything about the whereabouts of Alicia Dunn." With that Jack got up and walked out, having found out what he wanted to know. He didn't feel Hawkins could be of much further help.

Jack got in his Mercedes and headed toward Denver. He decided to take Interstate 80 because he wanted to stop briefly in Cheyenne, Wyoming, and visit an old friend, Samantha Aikens. He had helped her out of a jam when she was a dancer in Vegas and got her off cocaine.

Samantha's mother Irene had answered the phone when he called. Her mother, Irene, Jack reminisced fondly. The one who hired him to go get Samantha out of the sewer. A grand lady and she paid him grandly for services rendered. Irene insisted that Jack stay for a few days and spend Thanksgiving with her and her family and friends. And her daughter, Samantha, of course. Irene actually encouraged their relationship and wished it was more than it was.

Jack and Samantha got together three or four times a year, whenever he was in the neighborhood. Samantha was thirty-six but still, no not still, Jack thought, even more beautiful than when she danced in Vegas. She had an eighteen year old son Jason who was born before she left for her showgirl career. She left Jason with Irene in Cheyenne for several years.

About thirty people came and went over the course of Thanksgiving day. One interesting character who struck up a conversation with Jack was an elderly Native American named Charley Red Cloud. He filled Jack's head with all sorts of nonsensical stories, but Jack found it incredibly entertaining. Usually he was not one for crowded rooms and chit-chat but this old codger had him laughing so hard he was choking on his tongue. And

Irene and Charley kept up a constant battle of wits and verbal insults directed at each other. It was hilarious. Jack wondered if Irene was involved intimately with Charley. They seemed so right for each other in a very strange way.

Although Charley was thought to be mostly Shoshoni and was born on the Wind River Reservation, he claimed to be a descendant of Makhpiya-Luta, better known as Chief Red Cloud. Charley told the story of Chief Red Cloud's victories over the U.S. Army that eventually resulted in the Fort Laramie Treaty in 1868.

"All that of course went down the toilet when Custer began the Black Hills expedition in 1874," Charley explained. "Red Cloud refused to join Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse in the Lakota War several years later. He knew they would eventually be defeated and humiliated. Red Cloud chose to match wits with the white eyes in other ways."

Then Charley went into his annual Thanksgiving spiel. Irene spoke up sternly, "I wish you would just shut up, Charley. You have told this story every Thanksgiving for the past five years and it is getting a little old." But she let him tell it anyway.

"Thanksgiving has been a lie for 362 years. It was murder. In Connecticut in 1637 the colonial militia surrounded a Pequot village and attacked just before dawn. More than 700 Pequot including the women and children were slaughtered. The militia celebrated with great joy after this massacre and convinced Governor Bradford to declare by law this deplorable incident a day of celebration and thanksgiving. The story of the Thanksgiving dinner in 1621 with the Pilgrims is hogwash. Never happened."

Jack was totally speechless when Charley finished. Everybody else in ear shot was chuckling which made Charley even more agitated. He threw up his hands in the air as if to say the hell with you all. He pulled Jack aside.

"Jack, these white eyes are fools. You, I believe, must have some Native American blood. You probably don't even know it. I believe we are blood brothers. I want to share a secret with you. These others would think me just a rambling old fool."

Charley Red Cloud told Jack the legend of the Sasquatch and he listened patiently and attentively for an hour. Charley described several encounters he

had himself with Sasquatch. Jack was spellbound. He also recalled vividly that the waiter at the casino restaurant had told him Lilith and the late Dr. Masterson spoke of Sasquatch.

Charley talked on and on and on. Jack had eaten too much and kept dozing off a few minutes at a time. Finally Samantha rousted Jack and delivered him from Charley with, "Jack, let's head out to the cabin."

The log cabin was built by her great-great grandfather just outside the northeastern border of the Medicine Bow-Routt National Forest near Elk Mountain. Irene had considered selling it after the death of her husband but Samantha talked her out of it. It was a great place to get away, and to bring her lovers out of the sight of her mother and her son. Jack especially liked the solitude and quiet of the place.

The cabin was about a two hour drive from Cheyenne. They decided to take Samantha's Isuzu Hombre 4wd Spacecab for obvious reasons. Depending how close they might decide to venture into the forest, the weather might be quite several. Due to blowdown some roads within the forest were nigh impassable. Jack took his large bag out of the truck of the Mercedes and put it in the back of the truck. Not only was he anxious to be alone with Samantha and her unusual sexual fantasies, he knew he would soon have the opportunity to test fire what was in the bag, his new weapons.

Jack opened the bag and admired the Ruger Super Redhawk .44 magnum revolver. He picked it up. It weighed three pounds and the barrel was 7 1/2 inches long. Samantha liked to shoot but he doubted she could handle this baby. He then picked up the Ruger KP97D pistol. It weighed about half as much as the revolver and was much better suited for Samantha. The idea crossed Jack's mind that he just might give it to her for Christmas if she liked it. He planned to return in a month at the invitation of both Samantha and her mother Irene. Jack knew he would never give up his Glock 27 mini-pistol for the Ruger. He had taken to wearing cargo khakis and the Glock fit just perfect in the lower right pocket on his hip and Jack could get to it very quickly. There was also a Ruger KRLP-1236 12 guage shotgun in the bag. Jack had disassembled the barrel to fit the gun in the bag.

As they drove to the cabin and Samantha napped, Jack recalled how he came to acquire his new Ruger toys. Billy "The Kid" Westbrook had given the three Rugers to Jack as a token of his gratitude. Jack would not accept money from Billy but he did take the guns only because "The Kid" would not take no for an answer.

Billy was a gun dealer who lived just north of Bonner's Ferry, Idaho, not far from the Canadian border. A close friend of Jack's from the war days and a paraplegic who had lost both legs above the knees in a land mine explosion. Not that he ever let that get him down. "The Kid" had a beautiful wife and three great kids. He also had a big van especially equipped with hand controls and on both sides of the vehicle he had boldly stenciled, "Billy the Kid. Gun Dealer Extraordinaire. Antique Firearms and War Memorabilia." Billy and his van were on their way to the Las Vegas Gun Show at Cashman Field scheduled for September 4th and 5th. The event was run by Claude Hall, another old friend, and Billy was Claude's favorite vendor because of all the great stuff he brought and the attention he drew. "The Kid" had hundreds of entertaining and funny stories and he was the star attraction for the entire two days. Of course, his Purple Heart, Bronze Star, pictures with several generals and one president, not to mention his wheelchair, just added to the legend.

Whenever Billy made the trek to Las Vegas every couple months for a gun show he always stopped for the night at a motel halfway there just off Interstate 84 in Twin Falls, Idaho, not too far from the Nevada border. The owner of the motel, Freddy, and Billy had become fast friends over the years. Freddy usually had a substantial gun order for Billy upon his arrival and they would sit around reminiscing and sipping Southern Comfort for hours. Freddy would always make sure his friend's favorite room was available and he would push the bed up against the window so Billy could push open the curtain and look out the window getting out of bed which took him about ten minutes to do.

Jack snickered and thought about how damn lucky the two guys who stole Billy's guns didn't try to rob him and instead broke into his van. "The Kid" could outshoot anybody Jack ever met and had a piece of one sort or another just about everywhere you could think of. The only thing Billy couldn't do was move very fast or easily get around, as in, walk into a crowded bar looking for somebody or run after a bad actor. Although Jack admitted, Billy could make that wheelchair roll pretty fast when he wanted to and he drove that van like a bat out of hell. The only thing that surprised Jack was that it wasn't painted camouflage and didn't have a .50 caliber machine gun turret mounted on the roof.

As soon as the alarm sounded in his van, Billy looked out the window and saw the two men quite clearly. He saw their white Toyota Tacoma pickup and he saw the Washington state license plate although he couldn't make out the number. The men were scared off by the alarm and just took two crates of guns out of the back of the van before they fled. What they took was Billy's favorite guns and not ones they could readily sell. They took the ones he just showed off and would never sell. But how would they know without looking inside the crates. They took the French Model 1822 Service Pistol, the Civil War Lemat Percussion Revolver, the British Flintlock Sea Pistol, and the Silver Mounted Queen Anne Pistol and the Blunderbus with the spring bayonet.

The police arrived within fifteen minutes but Billy did not tell them what all he had seen. What he wanted was what to him were his priceless guns back and not a lengthy investigation, a bureaucratic nightmare and his possessions to be held as evidence indefinitely. He called Jack immediately because he knew he was in Las Vegas because they had planned to meet at the gun show.

It took Jack less than a day to track down the two men in the Toyota and the guns. Sure enough, they headed right up Interstate 84 toward Seattle just like he figured. He found them in a bar on the outskirts of Pendleton, Oregon. In a brief ten minute conversation he convinced them to haul ass to Las Vegas and return the guns to Billy who could be found at Cashman Field. They didn't seem like bad guys to Jack, just stupid. Of course he looked at their identification and made a phone call to verify that they had never been in any real trouble with the law like they told him. Billy "The Kid" had his guns back before the show even began and demanded Jack pick out what he would like from his amply stocked Ruger inventory. What really amused Jack was that these two guys were with Billy at his table helping him when Jack showed up. He could only imagine the lecture these two had endured. Much more conducive to rehabilitation than the slammer and of that Jack was certain.

Samantha began to stir and wake from her nap. Jack thought about how fond he was of her. And her mother. And her son. It wasn't anything like love, at least on his part, but she was a true friend and a great sexual playmate. They both understood their relationship for what it was. Although Samantha had never been married, she was once engaged and very close to the wedding date when her husband-to-be, Richard, committed suicide. A very tragic story but it had nothing much to do with Samantha. Richard had embezzled hundreds of thousands of dollars from his employer and was found out and about to be arrested when he decided he didn't want to face the music.

The fantasy Samantha always liked to play with Jack was that she was a virgin bride. She would put on the wedding dress she never got to wear for real and the evening would progress from there. Each time he played the Newlywed Game with Samantha there would be slight variations but the eventual outcome was the same. After the wedding night they would pretend they were on their honeymoon. Jack somehow never tired of Samantha's fantasy and looked forward to being married again, although he had never actually been married. And he thought it very humorous indeed how convincingly Samantha, a former Las Vegas dancer, could play a virginal young bride. She definitely should have been an actress he thought.

Three days later Jack arrived in Denver. This time the missing woman was the youngest sister of a Roman Catholic priest. Jack had the police report faxed to him while he was being entertained by Samantha in Cheyenne. He also called the priest, Father John Murphy, from there and made an appointment to meet at his church, Saint Peter's Cathedral.

Father Murray was very distraught and somewhat incoherent as he talked about the disappearance of his sister, Kathleen. Jack already knew from the police report she was 23, a graduate student at the University of Denver, 5'5" tall, 115 pounds, long blonde hair and quite a knockout as evidenced by the picture that came with the police report.




Prey For Me Ch. 04



"Father, I have much of the information the police have. Now, if you want to help find Kathleen, tell me something new. Tell me something you didn't tell the police. Why do you think she disappeared?"

"I heard her confession. Which might seem very strange but that is just the way it was, right or wrong. We had a special relationship and had no secrets. Before I became a priest, we ... " Father Murray paused and looked pensive and embarrassed.

"Come on, Father," Jack encouraged. "Anything you might think could be important."

"Kathleen and I had an incestuous relationship for several years when she was a young teenager and before I became a priest. I tell you this only to emphasize our, our ..."

"OK, I get it Father. I don't judge and I've heard just about every story you can possible imagine. Now, what exactly did Kathleen confess?"

She was having a tempestuous fling with a new man in her life. Kathleen had been with him just a week before she disappeared and I could only describe it as total infatuation on her part. He was called Sariel, quite an unusual name but I have heard it somewhere before, he was very tall and according to her incredibly handsome. He rode a motorcycle. Kathleen has always had boyfriends and lovers, but it was obvious this was quite different. She talked about him as if he were some sort of god. Even read the bible to her. On the other hand, she said he also read erotic literature to her. I don't recall the names of the books offhand. Not something I am very familiar with."

"Was one of the titles The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nefzaoui

published by Sir Francis Burton?"

"Yes, that's it! I remember that."

The priest paused momentarily as he contemplated about what he was going to say next. "One more thing I should tell you, Mr. Davis. I was indicted a few months back along with a small group of other priests located all over the world for distributing pornography over the internet. The Church has taken an 'innocent until proven guilty' position."

"Father, you have helped considerably just in this brief conversation. I'll call you if I think of anything else and you do likewise. I promise you I will let you know immediately if I find out anything about Kathleen's disappearance. I do believe this is related to several similar cases I am working on. There is absolutely no evidence that these women have been harmed so keep your hopes up."

The third seemingly related incident involving a missing woman that Jack had found on the Missing Person Index occurred in Albuquerque. He headed down Interstate 25. Best direction anyway because he figured whatever happened next was likely to occur in a southwestern state. It was getting a little chilly to be riding Harleys too far north. It would draw too much unwanted attention Jack surmised.

Rebecca Ziegler was a disc jockey at an alternative rock station in Albuquerque. She was also was the lead singer in a band called Rephaim. Her husband, Paul Ziegler, was Chief Executive Officer of a major ISP, internet service provider. He was also a prominent leader of the Promise Keepers group in the area. All this information was in the report on the MPI.

Jack decided to talk to the radio station manager first. Wally Williamson was an old hippie. Janis Joplin was his all-time favorite.

"Rebecca is a stone cold fox," Wally explained to Jack. "You know, like in the lyrics of the late great Jimi Hendrix, a 'Foxy Lady' in every way. Her husband didn't care much for her rock music career though. Her band was really into some heavy stuff. You ever hear of the band Fields of the Nephilim?"

"No," Jack replied, "But no doubt you are about to tell me all about them."

"Fields of the Nephilim were a German alternative rock band very popular 10-15 years ago. Then they broke up. Real wild and crazy material. I just happened to be in London in 1991 when they did their last gig at the Town and Country Club. "

"Wally, what significance do you attach to the name of the band, Nephilim?"

"Nephilim, fallen angels, what else. I got some of their stuff here, let me play something." Wally left the room to search through his archives and came back in a few minutes. "Here's one of my favorites, Watchmen."

"Innocence is hurting, a world speaks out of tune.
Promise calls, promise falls, what are we to do?
With a clouded view, you follow me through.

Sadly the tides are changing, my world slips out of you.
Your body falls, my body calls, what are we to do.
With a clouded view, you follow me through.

My life's turning pages, I see a promised day.
Watchmen never age here, they just sleep in vain.
Drowning people stare here, they don't care to call.
So I rebury the pages, Kthulhu calls ...

You'll see, you'll see her when she starts to form.
You'll see, you'll see her when she starts to call.

In the name of Jesus Christ won't you fear my name.
I've been around since Moses, your preacher never came.

You'll see, you'll see her when she starts to form.
You'll see, you'll see her when she starts to call.
Follow me ...

You sleep, you sleep, follow me.

It's just another day, remember I am calling you.
Just another day, remember she's calling for you.
Just another day, Kthulhu I am calling for you.
Just another day, an empire has fallen from view.

You sleep, you sleep.
Follow me.
You sleep, you sleep.
You cannot follow me"

Willie flipped off the sound. "Some would call this music part of the Goth genre, but it was much more than that. Quite biblical in fact. The name, Rephraim, which Rebecca gave her band is of course related to the Nephilim.

Rebecca's husband hated what she was doing with the band but he worshipped her. I saw him a week after she disappeared and he sure looked like one lost soul."

"Wally," Jack interrupted, "who was Rebecca seen with in the days before she vanished? Anybody unusual?"

"You got that right, Jack. A big dude named Baraqijal. An astrologist or some such thing so he said. Rode a big bad Harley. I caught them banging away in the back storage room when she was supposed to be spinning discs."

"Thanks, Wally. That's enough for now. Maybe I'll talk to the members of the band, the husband and the police. I dunno. I doubt they could add much of importance. I might want to talk to you again, though. You seem to be pretty up on this Nephilim business. By the way, did you ever hear the names Danel, Ezequeel or Sariel?"

"Nephilim. Fallen angels. Just like Baraqijal."

Jack got in his car and drove into the Sandia mountains on I-40 and turned north on State 14, and took the crest road at San Antonito, drove another 20 miles and pulled off into a picnic area. He just sat in his car with the top and watched a breathtaking sunset. Over and over he sifted through the latest developments. He thought, we have several members of some sort of motorcycle gang who are seducing and causing the disappearance of beautiful women. Beautiful women who are the loved ones of men involved in religious endeavors. At the same time, we have a beautiful woman who goes by the name Lilith, sometime vampire and sometime witch, who is executing men. Men who seem to have some information she either wants or wants to keep hidden.

"I need somebody smarter than me to make sense out of this," Jack said out loud but only to himself. He was exhausted and decided to check into a motel. He called Brett who was not in and left a message on his answering machine. "We need to meet, Brett. Be in Las Vegas by Saturday." Jack had done some research on Dr. Caitlin Cornplanter, the name Nathaniel mentioned. She was the one he wanted. "And find me Dr. Caitlin Cornplanter, late of the Harvard Divinity School, and bring her with you. I don't care what it takes. Money, whatever. Have Tommy Boy call her personally if necessary." Brett, of course, would know to whom he referred. His good friend the governor.

Next Jack plugged in his notebook computer to check his e-mail. He had a message from Sam Hanson. There may have been another Lilith murder in Vegas. The body had not yet been found but the circumstances were very suspicious. Jack was quite sure from just the minimal information in a message that she had struck again. Well, he was headed back to Las Vegas in the morning anyway.

Jack decided to call Father Murray. "Hey, Father, what is the Catholic doctrine regarding fallen angels, the Nephilim? No, forget Catholic doctrine, I don't care what the Pope says, what do you say?'

"Well, Jack, first this is something that the Catholic bureaucracy would just as soon ignore. But let me quote from the bible I teach from, THE CATHOLIC LIVING BIBLE. Genesis 6: 1 & 2, 'Now a population explosion took place upon the earth. It was at this time that beings from the spirit world looked upon the beautiful earth women and took any they desired to be their wives.' And verse 4, 'In those days, and even afterwards, when the evil beings from the spirit world were sexually involved with human women, their children became giants, of whom so many legends are told.' I guess that says it all, doesn't it?"

"Father, that name Sariel, the man seen with your sister Kathleen before she disappeared. Someone told me Sariel is the name of one of the Nephilim. Other women who disappeared under circumstances similar to Kathleen were seen in the company of men named Danel, Ezequeel and Bariqijal. Also the names of Nephilim according to my source."

"Of course!" Father Murray cried. "The Book of Enoch, that's where those names are."

"Well, Father, I don't know what it all means, but you think about it and let me know if you come up with anything that can shed some light on these mysteries."

Jack spent all night researching information on the internet. He was drawing blanks and was looking forward to his friend Brett and this Dr. Cornplanter helping him make sense of all this. When the sun rose the next morning he got in his Mercedes and drove toward Las Vegas.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 05



Pt. V: The Good Doctor


Brett Sanderson had anticipated some difficulty in persuading Caitlin Cornplanter, Ph.D., to accompany him to Las Vegas and meet with Jack Davis. He couldn't have been more wrong about the good doctor's enthusiasm for the endeavor.

"First, Brett, call me Caitlin," she interrupted when they spoke for the first time on the phone. "Second, I am already somewhat familiar with the matters of which you speak. I have an on line friend near Las Vegas, Nathaniel, a fellow Native American. He has been filling me in on some of this. I believe your Mr. Davis has also spoken with Nathaniel. Brett, I'll go with you or help any other way I can. Fascinating stuff. I'll tell you what, I have to leave now

for an appointment. Call me back this evening with your game plan. Where you want to meet, when we fly to Vegas. Whatever. I will change my schedule any way necessary to do this thing. Hey, I'm ready to go tomorrow." Click. She didn't even wait for goodbye.

This woman is something else Brett thought. Confirmed what he had found out before he called her for the first time. He contacted some of his colleagues who knew her and talked to other sources of a more clandestine nature, like his friend with the FBI. The consensus was she was quite brilliant, and a real looker some were quick to add.

Brett found out Caitlin was a Seneca, born on a reservation, actually in the only city which lies within a reservation, Salamanca, New York. She was one of the more than five hundred now living descendants of the great Seneca chief, Cornplanter. Chief Cornplanter's mother was a Seneca and his father was an Irishman, or so most said. Brett's friend at Harvard told him Caitlin had extraordinarily red hair and one would think she was a sassy Irish lass but for her rather dark complexion, buckskin garb and braids that usually hung over her breasts. And they said she had the most startling blue eyes.

Caitlin was a professor at the Harvard Divinity School on indefinite sabbatical to complete her book, of which she would tell no one of the subject matter. She had been teaching courses on comparative religions and Native American studies. Being fluent in Hebrew and Greek, among other languages, she occasionally taught a language course when the dean said he needed her.

Dr. Cornplanter was also a lecturer at the Chautauqua Institution during summers. It wasn't far from her home, and as Brett recalled from his several visits, it was one of the most intellectually and spiritually stimulating environments he had ever experienced. Art, drama, religion, history, music. Chautauqua had the best of everything Brett reminisced fondly.

Brett made reservations to fly to Las Vegas the following evening. He decided he and Caitlin should fly out of Cleveland, which was about an equal distance for each of them. He called her back and the itinerary met with approval. The United flight was scheduled to depart Cleveland's Hopkins International Airport at 8:20 p.m.

It took Brett about three hours to drive from Columbus to Cleveland and he had figured it would take Caitlin about the same to drive from Salamanca. He spotted her immediately. She was standing in line to check her luggage and when she saw him waving and gesturing she got out of line and joined him at the rear.

Brett was shocked. Caitlin was even more exotic and beautiful than he had been led to believe. And his friends were very right about those blue eyes. Extraordinary. He extended his hand and he was very surprised by the strength and warmth of her hand. And then she really startled him when she hugged him and pecked him on the cheek.

"Oh, c'mon, Brett, we are going to be friends, good friends. No need to be so formal. Hey, and I'm not flirting! You told me on the phone you are happily married and have two great kids, right? Not to worry. I won't seduce you." That certainly broke the ice, they both laughed and others standing in line smiled and smirked.

They chatted as they checked their luggage and eventually boarded the plane. Caitlin insisted she did not want to talk about "the case" until they got to Las Vegas and met with Jack Davis. "I don't want to repeat myself," she emphasized. Brett had told Caitlin briefly about the women who had mysteriously disappeared but not about the Lilith murders. Jack had told him not to yet.

When they were seated Brett closed his eyes and asked, "Caitlin, would you tell me about Chautauqua? I simply have to get there again soon. Haven't been there for a couple years."

"First, let me tell you a humorous story. Good thing I'm not blonde! A friend told me the President and First Lady bought a house in Chautauqua. He heard it on the Rush Limbaugh show. Well, I'm in total shock until I find out their new home is in Chappaqua. Duh! And here I was all ready to go for a drive and find their new house."

"Brett, you have to stay at the Athenaem Hotel for a few nights at least. What an atmosphere! Sure it costs over $300 a night for a double but it's worth it. Even though I don't live far from the Chautauqua Institution, I always stay at the Athaneum for at least a week in the summer. I pick the week when the most interesting activities, at least for me, are happening."

Caitlin continued, "Before I even get to the summer 2,000 schedule, Chautauqua is hosting 'God at 2,000' in February at Oregon State University. Archbishop Desmond Tutu and Joan Chittister, a Benedictine sister and author of many books, are only a few of the speakers whose names you will recognize to be featured. This will be a technology even with many linked via teleconferencing. Regarding the summer 2,000 schedule, I have been asked to participate in the 'World Peace Without Religious Peace?" forum beginning July 30."

Brett had fallen asleep. Caitlin picked up Brett's briefcase and perused the contents, settling on the folder marked Lilith File for closer examination. She closed her eyes and muttered to herself, "What in the hell am I getting into here I wonder."

They landed at Las Vegas McCarran airport and departed the plane. Jack Davis was waiting for them. Brett greeted his friend warmly and introduced Dr. Cornplanter.

"Pleeeese, Brett. Call me Caitlin, Mr. Davis, and I'll call you Jack." She thought he looked very dangerous in more ways than one. Quite weathered but handsome and the sort one does not cross.

Jack took them to the hotel and to their rooms. He had already taken care of all the registration formalities.

The three of them decided to get right to business and got together for a meeting in Jack's room an hour later. Caitlin commented glibly that she got much smarter much quicker when she had some firewater. Jack laughed and brought out the Killian's Red he liked and just happened to have on ice. He twisted open three bottles.

"Hey, it almost matches my hair and who says men prefer blondes?" she asked with a grin and took a big swig out of the bottle, ignoring the glass Jack had set in front of her.

Caitlin then began with, "You are the boss, Jack Davis. Obviously you want to ask me questions or I wouldn't be here. Ask away. I suppose the blanks will be filled in for me as we go along. That's fine. Shoot away, cowboy!" He was taken aback but very pleased with her direct manner.

"Bang, bang!" Jack startled Caitlin as he pointed his finger at her and simulated shooting with his index finger. "Talking about banging, let me summarize the incidents I have thus far investigated before I start with the questions."

"Laurie Johnston was the first woman who was seduced by a tall Harley riding stranger. His name was Danel. This occurred in Pahrump, about sixty- five miles west of Las Vegas. Pahrump, former home of $7 billion in buried silver bars belonging to the infamous and now dead Ted Binion. Laurie disappeared disappeared on or about September 7 although the assignation with Danel apparently occurred about three weeks earlier. Laurie is the wife of a rapture preaching fundamentalist bible thumper who also owns a software consulting business. Danel and Laurie were seen together by, among others, Joshua Marshall, from whom he bought a Harley, by Laurie's daughter Rachael and by Nathaniel, a friend of Joshua's."

"Alicia Dunn was the second mysterious disappearance. She is from Salt Lake City, four hundred and some miles northeast of Las Vegas, and ran off with one of Danel's brethren, Ezequeel, on or about October 2. This Ezequeel and Danel were seen together a week before Alicia's disappearance, when Danel purchased the Harley on which Alicia rode off with Ezequeel. So we see the obvious connection between Alicia and Laurie. Alicia was wife number three of a polygamist and leader of a pseudo-Mormon religious organization. Her husband also fronted numerous church corporations involved in computer related technology."

"The third mysterious disappearance was Kathleen Murray of Denver, 500 miles east of Salt Lake City and 750 miles southeast of Las Vegas, the sister of a priest. Her Harley biker's name was Sariel and she left with him for whereabouts unknown on or about October 16. Her brother the priest was also involved with computers and the internet. He has been indicted along with several other priests for disseminating child pornography."

Rebecca Zeigler from Alburquerque, 450 miles south of Denver and 600 miles east of Las Vegas, is the fourth mysterious disappearance. She was a disc jockey and sang in a band called the Rephraim. Rebecca rode off on the back of a Harley belonging to a big guy named Bariqijal on or about November 5. Rebecca's husband is CEO of a local Internet Service Provider and directed the local Albuquerque Promise Keepers group."

"Now, connect the dots with lines between Las Vegas, Salt Lake City, Denver and Albuquerque." Jack pulled out the map he had in his briefcase. "Looks like we are coming full circle here. If I was a betting man I'd bet on Las Vegas, or is that in Las Vegas? The road leads back to Las Vegas or thereabouts. Actually, I predict we will soon discover some activities of this strange motorcycle gang of locusts parts west of Las Vegas. Particularly Los Angeles. But I think Las Vegas will still be our vocal point. Just a hunch."

"Now for my questions. OK, Caitlin, tell me what you know about the names Danel, Ezequeel, Bariqijal, Sariel and The Book of Enoch."

"Well obviously, Jack, you must know something about the subject, so stop me if I start telling you what you already know. Let me use your notebook computer over there so I can get this stuff on line and quote directly from it."

Soon she did. "This is the R.H. Charles translation of The Book of Enoch I am viewing. Reading from Enoch 6:7&8, it lists the names of the leaders of the fallen angels who came to earth to mate with earthly women, 'And these are the names of their leaders: Samazaz, their leader, Araklba, Rameel, Kobablel, Tamlel, Ramel, Danel, Ezequeel, Baraqijal, Asael, Armaros, Batarel, Ananel, Zaqlel, Samspeel, Satarel, Turel, Jomjael, Sariel. These are their chiefs of tens.' That's where you can find these names."

"Let me digress and give you a private lesson on the Apocrypha and the Pseudepigrapha. The Apocrypha are books which appeared in English bibles from around 1300 for several hundred years. These books, like 1 & 2 Maccabees were part of the Greek Septuagint but were not part of any Hebrew bible, which is why they were taken out of many English bibles. Much of the Apocrypha today remains in Catholic translations but has been removed from most other English translations."

"The Pseudepigrapha are works that are attributed to a biblical character. The Book of Enoch is the longest such work and, most importantly, was lost for fifteen years. Then a partial Greek translation was discovered in Egypt, several Ethiopic translations were found and more recently within the body of fragments known as the Dead Sea Scrolls were partial Aramaic portions."

"The next chapter of The Book of Enoch goes on to tell how these fallen angels took earthly women for their playmates. Enoch 7:1-3, 'And all the others together with them took unto themselves wives, and each chose for himself one, and they began to go in unto them and to defile themselves with them, and they taught them charms and enchantments, and the cutting of roots, and made them acquainted with plants. And they became pregnant, and they bare great giants ... ''Let me get the bible out of the dresser drawer. Every hotel and motel room has one. Oh, good, a King James Version."

"Now, Jack, what I am saying I know Brett has heard before from various sources. I am repeating a theory, an explanation of scripture which some believe and preach. Here, let me show you."

The TV was connected to satellite. Caitlin flipped the channel to S3-20. "That's Dr. Gene Scott." She flipped the channel to G6-16. "That's Dr. Arnold Murray. Both these guys preach this business about the fallen angels.

Check it out. Get some of their tapes and other material. Their ministry programs are on twenty-four hours a day and reach millions. Also search on the net for Enoch and the Nephilim and read all about. I'm not doing all your homework for you."

"The Book of Enoch elaborates on the story told in Genesis 6 about the sons of God, whom are properly termed Nephilim, as are their offspring. Some of the offspring, due to genetic differences, are termed throughout the Bible as Rephaim, Emim, Anakim, Giborim and several other names."

Caitlin paused and finished her beer quickly. "Hey, this powwow is making me thirsty. Can I have another one." Jack jumped up quickly and went to fetch. He was getting very interested in this story.

"Now, remember, this is a theory, I'm not saying whether I believe it or not," and with that she winked at the both of them. "Some say that the fallen angels will be released from the bottomless pit of Revelation 9 at the fifth trumpet. Some say the Nephilim, the fallen angels, are the 'locusts' of verse 3. They can hurt only those men who 'have not the seal of God in their foreheads' according to verse 4. These men who are hurt, will be, according to verse 5, 'tormented five months: and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion when he striketh a man.' And in verse 6, these 'men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.' What do you think, guys, pretty exciting stuff, huh?"

"Let's talk about locusts for a moment. Locusts, the Acrididae family, Orthoptera order, are used throughout the bible to symbolize God's judgement. Locusts appear in the bible in conjunction with moral indiscretion, demonic activities and spiritual tribulation. What is usually the result of a scorpion's sting? Not usually death but much pain. Swelling, troubled breathing, twitching, drooling, slurred speech and gut wrenching cramps. How do you suppose the fallen angels will hurt men, torment them, but not kill them? Is the hurt and the pain psychosomatic? Do the Nephilim seduce the daughters, sisters, wives and lovers of these men and impregnate them? Some say that Matthew 24:36 & 37 and Luke 17:26 & 27 mean exactly that. What happened in the days of Noah and what provoked the Flood will happen again so they say."

Caitlin called up a King James Version of the bible on Jack's computer. "We already talked about Genesis 6 and the Nephilim. Let's see what else in the bible tells us about these fallen angels and the giants who were their offspring. In Genesis 14:5 we see the Rephaim, the Zuzims and Emims, all branches of the Nephilim. The Emims also appear in Deuteronomy 2:10 and 11 and are described as giants like the Anakim. The word Emim means proud deserter. The Zuzims are the same as the Zamsumims of Deuteronomy where they are identified as Rephaim."

"Now, this Rephaim is an interesting word. It is a proper name and should have been transliterated in English bibles instead of being translated to words such as 'dead' in Isaiah 14:9 and 'deceased' in Isaiah 26:14. One of the more infamous Rephaim was Og of Bashan as we see in Deuteronomy 3:11, 'For only Og of Bashan remained of the remnant of giants ... ' Here 'giants' has been translated from the Hebrew 'Rephaim.' Og of the Rephaim is also mentioned in Joshua 12:4. In chapter 11 of Joshua we another branch of the Nephilim, the Anakims, in verse 21. Verse 22 is rather enlightening, 'There was none of the Anakims left in the land of the children of Israel: only in Gaza, in Gath and in Ashrod, there remained.' Do you remember who was from Gath? The giant Goliath."

"Verses like Joshua 11:22 I just quoted and Genesis 6:4, 'There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came into the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of reknown.' Did you catch the 'also after that' part?"

"I don't find the concept of the Nephilim, a term which means both the fallen angels and their offspring, having various branches, or a better word clans, such as the Rephaim, the Zuzims, the Emims, the Anakims and others. The Senecas have clans such as the bear, the turtle, the wolf and others."

Caitlin stopped. "I'm starved! Can we go out or call room service?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry, too," Brett chimed in. "Let's go out."

"Sure," Jack agreed. "I'll tell you what. Let's go to the place where the first murder took place. Maybe the aura will prompt some insights. Would either of you two mind?" They indicated no with a shake of the head.

They walked outside the hotel and Jack said, "We'll have to take a taxi. My convertible is a two-seater."

"Forget that, Jack! It's a beautiful night for a convertible ride, a short one. I'm not really that heavy, Brett. I'll sit on your lap if you don't mind." He smiled and nodded."

Jack went and got his car and picked them up at the front of the hotel. "Yeow! I love this car! One of my favorites, this Mercedes. Can I drive? I can drive a stick. Well, maybe some other time. I don't want to be responsible for you two falling in love." Caitlin started cackling and Brett and Jack couldn't help but burst out laughing. So smart and what a smart mouth is what Jack was thinking. Not your typical intellectual elite. A very down to earth and funny young woman.

When they arrived at the scene of the first crime hotel and entered the dining room, Jack asked to be seated at one of Abraham's tables. They greeted each other warmly and introductions were made. Caitlin was impressed with Jack's genuine affection for people, although she had no doubt he could be one's worst enemy if the mood struck him.

During dinner Jack repeated what Abraham had told him about Lilith and the late Dr. Masterson. Every time Abraham appeared Jack asked him to confirm a part of the story he had told. Brett asked a few questions but Caitlin hardly said anything all throughout dinner.

"Caitlin, is something wrong? You hardly have said anything for the past hour." Jack looked puzzled.

"Well, if you noticed, I have been feeding my face for the past hour and I told you I was starved. You white eyes have always starved the red man, and woman." She laughed at her own joke again. "I was listening."

"I'm ready to talk now," she stated emphatically. "But first I have to excuse myself for a few minutes. Be right back."

Caitlin didn't take her purse. Jack quickly rummaged through it much to Brett's surprise. "Just checking her out. Precautions." He partially pulled out the .357 Smith & Wesson 686 PLUS L-Frame and showed Brett with a knowing shrug.

When she returned her first words were, "Bang, bang! Love those Altamont wood grips. I know you were into my purse and that's why I left it. I should point that dang thang at you like you pointed your finger at me. Just want you to know I'm not, well, I can take care of myself. I also dabble in martial arts. Would you like a little demonstration." She dropped the subject because they both looked so sheepish.




Prey For Me Ch. 05



"Jack, you and Abraham mentioned the conversation between Lilith and Dr. Masterson regarding Sasquatch and the Nephilim. Quite interesting. Not the first time I have heard it. Last February there was a program on A & E entitled The Search for the Abominable Snowman. Leonard Nimoy was the narrator and made reference to the hair covered giants of Genesis 6:4 and then in the same breath mentioned the hairy covered Esau. What do you suppose that connection is? He never explained. Leonard ends the program with 'Why does final proof seem to be beyond humanity's reach?' Perhaps because the answer is supernatural? Is there some related explanation for Neanderthal Man, Nephilim and Bigfoot? I wonder."

Jack interrupted, "Caitlin, do you have a big problem with squirrels in your part of the country? You are definitely squirrel bait. I have another question.

What do you know about a band called Fields of the Nephilim and in particular one of their songs, Watchmen?"

"Quite a bit, actually. I can sing a bit of Watchmen. Want to hear? Too bad, I'm doing it anyway. I'm in the mood. First, I want a double shot of tequila." Abraham happened to be nearby and ran and got an entire bottle and three large shot glasses. "You even got the right stuff, Abe baby, Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine. You know, the tune Jose Cuervo by Shelley West. Caitlin poured and downed a double before anyone could even propose a toast. And then she sang.

"Well it's Sunday Mornin'
And the sun is shinin'
In my eye that is open
And my head is spinnin.'
Was the life of the party
I can't stop grinnin.'
I had too much tequila last night.

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine.
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime.
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?

Now wait a minute
Things don't look too familiar.
Who is this cowboy
Who's sleepin' beside me?
He's awful cute, but how'd I get his shirt on?
I had too much tequila last night.

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine.
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime.
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights.
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?

All those little shooters
How I love to drink 'em down.
Come on bartender
Let's have another round.
Well the music is playing
And my spirits are high.
Tomorrow might be painful
But tonight we're gonna fly.

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine.
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime.
Every time we get together
I sure have a good time.
You're my friend
You're the best
Mi amigo."

Brett and Jack were stunned. Caitlin had a fantastic voice. All who heard her were applauding and whistling in appreciation. "What are you, the Native American version of Madonna?" Brett stammered and all three choked in mirth.

Caitlin quickly downed another double shot and said, "Listen to this one," which she sang much softer.

"My life's turning pages, I see a promised day.

Watchmen never age here, they just sleep in vain.

Drowning people stare here, they don't care to call.

So I rebury the pages, Kthulhu calls ... "

"You know what that's from. Watchmen, huh? The watchers, the fallen angels, of The Book of Enoch perhaps? There is no doubt that Carl McCoy, the leader of the band and vocalist, was very influenced by scriptural accounts of the Nephilim. The other band members followed his lead."

"I do believe the name Kthulhu with a K in the song comes from Cthulhu with a C found in the horror fiction of one H.P. Lovecraft written seventy or so years ago. Cthulhu was the leader of the Great Old Ones who now lie dormant until the stars are right when they will rise and enslave humanity."

"You may have heard of Necronomicon, also known as Kithab Al Azif or The Book of the Names of the Dead. Many claim it is the most evil book ever written. One popular theory is that this book was written in the eighth century in Damascus by Abdul Alhazred. The other popular theory is that the book was merely a creation of Lovecraft to give more substance to his stories. It is rather impossible to separate the truth from the fantasy regarding this book. What is certain is that Carl McCoy and the band Field of Nephilim were deeply influenced by the Necronomicon.

"I lugged your notebook computer along, Jack, because I just knew something would come up where I'd want to get on line. I'm going to go plug this in and find something. Be right back."

Jack told Brett some further details of the two murdered professors that he did not particularly want to share with Caitlin yet. She returned in fifteen minutes.

"Listen to this. But first Jack, who the hell is this Samantha? I couldn't help but read your e-mail. Hey, you looked through my purse. And they say phone sex is hot? Geez, mawn, that girl has a thing for you! OK, OK, this is from Lovecraft's The Call of Cthulhu published in 1926.

'That cult would never die until the stars came right again and the secret priest would take Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects and resume His rule of earth. The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild, and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting the killing and reveling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom.'

"Pretty interesting, eh? And doesn't that kind of talk just sound familiar? Hey

guys, I'm tired of talking and just plain tired. Let's call it a night and start again first thing in the morning. I wake when the sun rises." They both gave her an 'Oh shit' look.

Caitlin pounded on their doors very early the next morning and wouldn't quit until they responded. "Come over to my room as soon as you are like ready to face the world. But not more than fifteen minutes. I have juice, coffee and a bite of breakfast."

Brett and Jack were sitting in Caitlin's room drinking their first cup of coffee well within the fifteen minute time limit. "Hey you guys, did you ever hear the song I Feel Like Homemade Shit by the Fugs? That's what you two look like." They both groaned.

"Start talking, Caitlin, " Jack demanded. "Obviously as you pointed out, we are in no condition yet to communicate effectively. Tell us in particular what you know about Sir Richard Francis Burton and The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nafzaoui."

"Well, I just knew you were going to ask me about that. In case you didn't notice through those bleary eyes, if you look over there on the bed you can see I also brought my notebook computer. The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nafzaoui is on line and I would like to read an excerpt. This is just one paragraph to give you the flavor of this erotic work. From Chapter 9, Sundry Names Given to the Sexual Organs of Women. Page 4, 'El tsequil, the importunate - This is the vulva which is never tired of taking in the member. This latter might pass a hundred nights with it, and walk in a hundred times ever night, still that vulva would not be sated - nay, it would still want more, and would not allow the member to come out again at all, if it was possible. With such a vulva the parts are exchanged; the vulva is the pursuer, the member the pursued. Luckily it is a rarity, and only found in a small number of women, who are wild with passion, all on fire, and in flame.' Pretty good stuff, 'eh guys?"

"Now that you guys are waking up, I'll get to what you really want to know. You want to know about Sir Richard Francis Burton and vampires and bigfoots, right? You already know he published Vikram and the Vampire or Tales of Hindu Devilry and Two Trips to Gorilla Land and the Cataracts of the Congo."

Caitlin continued, "Jack, you talked on the phone to my on line fellow red friend Nathaniel, or so he told me. He said he told you all about Lilith. No, not your Lilith, the murder suspect."

Jack was stunned and looked at Brett sternly. "Did you tell her? I told you not yet."

"No, he didn't tell me, Jack," Caitlin chided, "and why are you keeping secrets from me? You don't think I have my own sources? Didn't you look through my purse, Jack? Well, I looked through Brett's briefcase while he was taking a little snooze and I read the Lilith File. I know about the two guys who got offed and got their cocks sucked all the way off." She didn't let Jack and Brett recover enough to say anything. "Back to the historical Lilith, the first vampire, according to my friend Nathaniel and others. Let's see if I can tie some of this together, the vampire business and Sir Richard Francis Burton."

"I'm not going to do all the homework for you guys. Go look this stuff up yourself. I'll give you a few clues. Did you ever see the movie Mountains of the Moon with Patrick Bergin? All about Sir Richard Francis Burton and the search for the source of the Nile river. Intriguing flick. Go rent it. Bergin was in Patriot Games with Harrison Ford and also The Lost World based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's book about a scientist looking for dinosaurs."

"Talking about movies, are you aware of the connection between Sir Richard Francis Burton and Dram Stoker? Stoker of course didn't just write Dracula. He wrote seventeen other novels, most of which were about supernatural phenomena. Most say Bram Stoker's Dracula was based upon Vlad Tepus, also known as Dracul, the fifteenth century Romanian prince. There is another much less known theory. Bram Stoker met Sir Richard Francis Burton on a train ride to Ireland in 1878. Stoker wrote of Burton in his book Reminiscences of Henry Irving, ' ... the man riveted my attention. He was dark and forceful, and masterful, and ruthless. I have never seen so iron a countenance.' The two met at length on several other occasions and Stoker was obsessed with, of all things, Burton's teeth. Of those he wrote, 'As he spoke the upper lip rose and his canine tooth showed its full length like the gleam of a dagger.' Stoker was obsessed with vampires, particularly the Dearg-Due, the ancient Irish female blood suckers."

"Back to Sir Richard Francis Burton," Caitlin continued, "there is great mystery surrounding the disappearance of some of his unpublished work after his death. Much of what he did publish is very controversial. What he didn't publish and what disappeared is rumored to be even more controversial."

"Burton published a work entitled The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night. It was a ten-volume translation of the Arabian Nights that was privately printed. There were originally only around a thousand copies and in that original offering was an essay on pederasty. That essay which dealt with such things as bordellos featuring boys and eunuchs was omitted from many subsequent editions of this work."

"Sir Richard was also an English Freemason as were some other noteworthy characters such as Sir Winston Churchill, Bishop Percy Herbert of Norwich and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Did you know that The Book of Enoch is of utmost importance to Freemasons? I read a book by Graham Hancock, The Sign and the Seal, which ties the Freemasons to Enoch quite nicely. Here in our country of course we have the Shriners, the Ancient Arabic Order of the Nobles of the Mystic Shrine, which only admits Freemasons who have achieved a certain status or degree."

"Jack, I recall you relating a conversation initiated by this Danel who possibly abducted Laurie Johnston, our first mysterious disappearance, about the pyramid on the back of a one dollar bill. That pyramid on the dollar and the one on the Great Seal of the United States are often claimed to be Masonic symbols."

"Many of the white eyes who are considered the founding fathers of this country were Masons. In 1776 four members made up the committee overseeing the creation of the design of a seal to represent the new American nation. They were Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams and Pierre Du Simitiere who was responsible for artistic input. Franklin was definitely a Mason. The Masonic Order has existed in one form or another since the building of the Great Pyramid. Today's Masonic Orders are versions of ancient secret societies into things like building a deathless body called Solomon's Temple."

"The official explanation of the Great Seal is that the unfinished pyramid is the Great Pyramid at Giza. The eye was suggested by Du Simitiere and the radiant triangle by Jefferson. A mystical triangle was an Egyptian symbol representing Osiris, Isis and Orus. A mystical triangle and the eye are important symbols of Freemasonry. The Altar and the Jewels of the Royal Arch Masons are triangles as are many other symbolic images. The Masonic symbol of the Grand Architect of the Universe is a triangle and the all-seeing eye."

"Are you two guys getting bored with my mindless drivel yet?"

"No, no way," Brett assured her. "This is fascinating my dear." Jack nodded affirmatively.

"Not to worry. I will tie this all together. In Masonic ritual, we have that great allegory, the legend of the master builder, Hiram Abiff, the son of the widow. The widow is thought to be Isis, the black virgin. Masonic philosophy and others such as Quabbalistic and Rosicrucian point to the dark Shulamite maiden of the Song of Solomon as Isis. Now, Jack, didn't you say that our first mysterious disappearance, Laurie Johnston, was a Song of Solomon fan? As I recall those pages were ripped out of a bible and found in her bedroom. Now isn't this all just such a coincidence?"

"Speaking of the Song of Solomon," Caitlin rose and retrieved the King James Version of the bible from the dresser drawer, "most interpretations are absurd. The Jews consider it an allegory embracing Jehovah and Israel. The Catholics maintain it is all about the Virgin Mary. The Protestants view it as Christ and the Church. Pure rubbish. They can't even figure out how many speakers there are, seven not two. Whether you believe the Song of Solomon is divinely inspired or not, it is definitely a work of erotic love."

"Let's see, 1:5, 'I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.' She is black. Dark. Dusky. Just how dark is she? Kedar or the Hebrew 'qedar' means dusky or dark, of the skin or of the tents. Kedar was the second son of Ishmael. Various passages in the bible associate Kedar with Arabs. But the Shulamite maiden was not a descendent of Ishmael. Try his brother."

"The Shulamite maiden's skin was dark, dusky, obviously darker than her peers, the other daughters of Jerusalem. We know from verses like 1:8, 'O thou fairest among women that she was the most beautiful woman around. The word 'fairest' translated from the Hebrew 'yapheh' has nothing to do with skin color. It means beautiful, extraordinarily comely, very bright. The Shulamite maiden is from Shulem also known as Shunem. She is of the tribe of Issachar; a descendent of Shem, Abraham, Issac, Jacob and Issachar. But she is dark-skinned, much darker than the other daughters of Jerusalem."

"In verse 1:6, 'Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.' The Shulamite maiden is black 'because the sun hath looked upon me' you say? Her suntan right? Well, isn't that just a prosopopoeia one might ask, a figure of speech, a thing represented as a person? No, I don't think her skin is darker than her contemporaries because of a suntan. I do not think that is why the Shulamite maiden is very aware of prejudice regarding the color of one's skin. The word 'black' in this verse, what does it mean? The word 'black' is translated from the Hebrew 'shachor' derived from the root 'shachar' which means duskiness or darkness of the early dawn. The 'I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me' means she is dusky as the sun appearing above the eastern horizon, the early dawn. She is relegated to be 'keeper of the vineyards' because of prejudice."

"What are all these Black Madonnas and Black Virgins all about? Jung said she is Isis. Isis? Remember what I said about the radiant triangle? Others say the Shulamite maiden is Venus, Diana, Inanna, Lilith and others. Right, our friend, Lilith. Some say she is Mary Magdalene who some say was Jesus' lover. And then we have the Black Madonna of Einsiedeln, the black Virgin Mary and we have the Vierge Noires found throughout France? And what about the dusky gypsy maidens of Saintes Maries de la Mer know her as Sara-la-Kali?"

"Since Jesus is worshipped as a chaste God by many major religions, it is provocative to fantasize an erotic life for Him. D.H. Lawrence was perhaps the first serious author to do so in The Man Who Died which he wrote in 1927. His Christian critics of course called his work the ultimate in blasphemy. Jesus became a lover of the priestess of Isis in the story."

"What's my point boys? Well, I'm not exactly sure. But I do know that the Song of Solomon is perhaps the most controversial part of the bible and for some reason our ladies who mysteriously disappeared were all of a sudden very interested in these verses, much as they were with The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nazfaoui. Why? I would look to the definite possibility of the tall strangers who apparently persuaded these women to vanish as being the ones who turned the ladies on to erotica, in the biblical sense and otherwise."

"Back to Sir Richard Francis Burton. Much of the controversy surrounding Burton revolves around what his wife Isabel did with his unpublished work after his death in 1890. One of those unpublished works was The Scented Garden, a new and improved translation of The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nefzauoi. According to the story, Isabel burned all copies of The Scented Garden. Neither the original manuscript nor any copies have ever been found. Why did Isabel burn this book? Do any copies exist somewhere?"

"Six years after Sir Richard's death his wife Isabel died. Shortly thereafter, in London, many of his other unpublished works, journals and personal letters were also burned. A few manuscripts that did survive were later published such as Selected Papers on Anthropology, Travel and Exploration and The Jew, The Gypsy, and El Islam."

"One other interesting story about Burton is that he was responsible for proliferating the use of the word assassin which is derived from the Arabic word hashishin. The hashishin were a band of killers who used cannabis extensively themselves but were more infamous for drugging others with it, particularly women they intended to seduce and potential victims they intended to assassinate. Some say the word hashishin was used first during the Crusades. In any event, it is clear Burton used the word but what is not clear is to whom he was referring. It could be he was referring to the Isma'ilianism or assassins of his time but that is not substantiated."

Just then the phone in Caitlin's room rang. The call was for Jack. It was Sam Hanson calling from Las Vegas. He was on a speaker phone with Frankie Mancuso, the security chief of the casino where the first murder occurred, and another man whose voice Jack recognized. Another Lilith murder Sam informed him. The victim had just been discovered. Hanson had made Jack aware of his suspicions several weeks ago but at that time there was no body. Jack told Sam he was on his way, and he took Brett and Caitlin with him.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 06



Pt. VI: The Screech Owl


During the short ride to the scene of the crime, or at least where the victim was discovered, Caitlin did all the talking. "Do you know Las Vegas is by far the fastest growing city and has grown 55% in the past eight years? Do you know over 150 people move to Las Vegas every day? Do you know Las Vegas has four churches for every casino?" On and on she went. Jack was getting slightly irritated at her incessant yapping but Brett didn't mind at all. She was sitting on his lap again in the Mercedes convertible.

Miyuki Huang's body was found in a synagogue, a traditional chabad, on the southern outskirts of Las Vegas. The late Mr. Huang was missing his penis and his body was drained of blood. He had last been seen in the company of a beautiful woman at the Comdex Convention on November 16.

Sam Hanson, the unofficial but very much in charge police liaison had already prepared a preliminary report by the time Jack Davis, Brett Sanderson and Caitlin Cornplanter arrived. Sam permitted them to view the badly decomposed body. Mr. Huang had been deceased for more than two weeks. Jack asked Caitlin if she wanted to wait outside the morgue but she insisted on viewing the corpse.

"I'll summarize what I have learned in the past two weeks about our friend Mr. Huang here," Sam began. "He was a yakuza. Japanese mafia. His interest in Comdex was technology. Rumor has it he was looking to purchase something in particular but nobody could quite put a finger on exactly what for me. Here's a copy of the entire report and all the witness statements. You can see for yourself what they said about the woman. I suggest you talk to his associate, Kazua Masuda, supposedly his computer guru. I don't understand most of the lingo they were spouting about Comdex."

"Jack, please, can we go?" Caitlin said abruptly. "I don't feel well." She was kicking him subtly in the shin. Jack didn't think she looked upset when she viewed the very ripe Mr. Huang.

"What is your problem, woman?" Jack chortled as they got back in his Mercedes.

"I'll tell you. Let's stop at a bar. I need some firewater."

"It's a little early for a shot of tequila and a beer, young lady," Jack chastised kindly. "I know a place. You can have one glass of merlot."

"Oh, you are giving me orders now? You want me to kiss and tell, buy me a bottle. And cabernet sauvignon not merlot."

The place was off the beaten path in a shopping center off the I-95 Lake Mead Boulevard West exit. A cafe and wine bar. Caitlin was starved as usual and ordered poached salmon and a bottle of Peju. She ordered a bottle of Gaulach Bundschu for the boys and steamed little neck clams and New Zealand mussels for both of them, only because they frowned when she said salmon. "Hey guys, it's on me. If you don't like it, I'll eat and drink it."

They drank the wine and chatted amicably until Caitlin, and they were waiting for her to get to whatever it was she was going to get to, got a very serious look on her face.

"It was the tebori tattoo on Mr. Huang's right hand that shocked me," Caitlin began. "Tebori as you may know is the Japanese word for hand tattooing practiced there for more than four centuries. Tattooing has a very long history in Japan dating back to 5,000 BC or older. Clay figures from that era with faces engraved to represent tattoo marks were discovered in tombs. I won't bore you with all history but tattooing in Japan became illegal. The yakuza relished tattooing because it was illegal and enhanced their reputation as outlaws."

Caitlin continued her dissertation. "The great ancient Japanese tattooists were given the title 'hori' and thought to be supernaturally gifted. As you observed Mr. Huang's body was covered with many tattoos. One was of utmost interest to me for two reasons. First, it was fresh. Probably a couple weeks' old at most. Fresh tattoos shed and stain clothing and such. When you went through his personal effects, didn't you notice the stains on his pants, on the right knee? The police report indicates his hand was resting knuckles down on his right knee. You get my drift here? Perhaps it was our beautiful perpetrator who gave Mr. Huang the new tattoo, either shortly before or even after she murdered him. Second, it was the nature of that tattoo on his right hand that particularly intrigued me. The tattoo was that of an asherah, an ancient phallic symbol. According to ancient Jewish pseudepigraphical literature, the same tattoo was found on a brother of Goliath named Lahmi."

"You will find Lahmi in, I believe 1 Chronicles, chapter 20, which describes his slaying. Lahmi was of the Rephaim, a branch of the Nephilim according to the legend. The Rephaim, the living dead. Og of Bashan was also of the Rephraim, a Hebrew word which actually means deceased yet they live."

"And just how would I know about tebori?" Caitlin asked. She pulled her flannel shirt out of her jeans and up to her bra and exposed the tattoo above her navel. She tried to distract their shock at her public display with, "Of course you are familiar with the earliest sacrilegious tattooing. Jehoaikim defied God by having his mistress tattoo the Sacred Name on his penis and then he had incestuous sexual encounters with members of his family. What's with you two guys? I can't tell if you are bug-eyed because of my tattoo or because of what I said."

Jack wasn't about to touch this one. He could tell Brett was trying to speak so Jack decided he would let good old Brett put his foot in his mouth instead of himself.

Brett stammered, "Well, uh, yeah, and wouldn't I just love to be the tattooist who did that one. I can see your tattoo is obviously a wolf, a blue-eyed wolf. Are you going to tell us about it?"

"Sure, I'll tell you. You know I'm a Seneca. One of the clans of the Seneca Nations of Indians is the Wolf. I am of the Wolf clan. What color are my eyes? Thus the blue-eyed wolf. You have heard of the limikkin, have you not? The skin walkers. She-wolves." Caitlin startled both the men when she abruptly growled, very realistically, and then burst out laughing. "It's even a little more complicated than that, but that will have to be good enough for now."

"Uh, Ok, Caitlin, thanks for sharing," Brett continued as Jack guffawed. "What exactly was that tattoo on Huang's right hand again? I wasn't sure what you were talking about."

"It was an asherah is what I said," Caitlin explained. "A phallic symbol. It is rather obvious it is not a bunch of trees being talked about in the approximately 40 verses in the King James Version where the Hebrew word 'asherah' is translated to 'grove' or 'groves.' Translators attempted to correct the error somewhat in subsequent bibles like the NRSV translates 'asherah' to 'sacred poles' and other translations make similar attempts at correcting the error."

Brett then asked, "What do you suppose is the significance of this asherah which our Lilith may have tattooed on our victim do you think?'

"I don't know, Brett," Caitlin responded. "She removes the man's penis with either her teeth or some sort of knife and tattoos an ancient phallic symbol on his right hand. Pretty weird!"

"You know, what you said about the stain on Huang's pants," Jack wondered aloud, "and the blood all around the zipper and on the crotch of his underwear makes me think he was probably murdered some place where it was not expedient for him to remove his clothing. Professor Moroski's body was discovered in his car and the evidence clearly indicated that is where he was murdered. He also was wearing his clothing. Now Huang, he was moved to where he was found. Where was he mutilated and murdered? The police report indicates he was last seen getting on the woman's motorcycle. They probably pulled over somewhere and Lilith gave him a quickie, in more ways than one."

"Let's go talk to Kazua Masuda, the computer guru," Jack suggested. "But first, let me explain a little bit about the yakuza. I have been involved in several cases involving them. They are like our mafia of years ago and are being kicked out of Japan. So what do they do? They establish an incredible presence in the United States. Thousands of shell corporations involved in everything from money laundering to nanotechnology. No doubt they soon will merge with Microsoft. I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

To Brett's surprise Mr. Masuda was very eager to meet with them. Jack was not surprised. Several other yakuza were present. One was Noburu Isaka, the senior advisor to the oyabun, the head of this particular and most deadly yakuza clan.

Isaka began the conversation. "We are very eager to find the killer of our brother Miyuki Huang, Mr. Davis. As you probably know, he was the so-honbucho, the territory chief. He was responsible not only for Las Vegas but all of California and every other thing west of the Mississippi River. Mr. Davis, I know of your previous engagements with us. I give you my word that we will help you if you help us."

"Mr. Isaka," Jack responded, " I am just as eager to solve this mystery as you are. It seems to be part of a grander scheme. You no doubt are aware to the other similar murders. I give you my word that I will help you if you help us."

"Mr. Davis, ask anything you wish," Isaka said to conclude the matter.

Jack pointed at Masuda. "Tell me, you were with Huang at Comdex. You saw the woman. Tell me about her."

"Well, we were at Comdex investigating technology. We also had some of our own we were attempting to sell. It was top secret software that only Mr. Huang had access to the original program source and object code. Not to get overly technical, but this was a molecular system nanotechnology application. Specifically, what we believe this software will do is create an unsolvable self-perpetuating computer virus. Mr. Huang told us he had made one copy and had it in a safe place. We can not locate either the original or the copy. We can only believe the woman who murdered him has something to do with this mystery."

"The woman," Kazua Masuda continued, "I don't exactly know how to describe her accurately. Like an angel but yet like a devil. Beautiful but dangerous looking. She was walking through the Comdex exhibits and really got our attention along with everybody else's actually. Everybody was ogling her. Mr. Huang sent two bodyguards to fetch her. One made the mistake of grabbing her arm and she dropped him with a very quick kick to the stomach. Obviously some sort of martial arts. The other bodyguard backed off and talked to her quietly and she soon walked over to us."

"Very tall, well over six feet in those spiked heels. Platinum blonde hair although I'm pretty sure it was a wig, green eyes and a strange beauty mark on her forehead. Seemed to have some sort of shape although I couldn't make it out. Wearing this incredible neon green lace dress with a g-string. You could see right through it. Absolutely stunning."

"She introduced herself to Mr. Huang as Eileen MacGregor and produced identification although she said her professional name was Lilith. Said she was a model from AdultDex which was going on at the same time as Comdex and also had starred in very exclusive porn films that were only available to select clientele."

"Mr. Huang was addicted to kinky sex with gorgeous and willing young ladies, mostly Vegas dancers and strippers. When he found one he wanted he would pay whatever they asked for whatever he said he wanted. He never went anywhere without his bodyguards, even when he arranged and also consummated these liaisons. This one, this Lilith, was going to make the rules which was obvious from the start."

"One thing which may be of interest to you is that when Mr. Huang asked her if she did kinky, her response was she was a Baobhan Sith, an evil Scottish fairie who appears as a beautiful young woman dressed in green, dances with a man until he is exhausted and then feeds upon him. Well, Mr. Huang was totally infatuated with this one. I had never seen him like this. Lilith whispered something in his ear and then he said he was leaving with her with no bodyguards. We protested but he was very insistent. She said she had transportation, a motorcycle. They left and that was the last I saw Mr. Huang alive."

"Anything else unusual you can think of, Mr. Masuda?" Jack asked.

"Yes. Shortly before our bodyguards fetched her, this Lilith was approached by a man I recognized. Thomas Peterson. I believe he is head honcho of some major insurance outfit. I don't recall the name at the moment. I have seen him occasionally in Las Vegas in the company of Governor Daniel Bridge. Peterson and the woman talked briefly and exchanged notes or something. He gave her something and she reached into her purse and was showing him something."

Jack spoke directly to Noburu Isaka. "Mr. Isaka, I have heard quite enough. The murder of your associate Mr. Huang is part of some bizarre conspiracy. Also involved is the mysterious disappearance of several women who were seen in the company of this Lilith's known associates, members of a cultist motorcycle gang I surmise. I will prepare a full report for you with the details. In return, I will most likely call upon you for investigative assistance and, if a confrontation becomes inevitable, who knows what else."

Isaka nodded solemnly and motioned toward the door and Jack, Brett and Caitlin took their invitation to leave.

"What's next, Jack Davis, Private Investigator?" Caitlin asked as they returned to their hotel.

Jack shrugged and replied, "Let's check our telephone messages and e-mail and see what's cooking. Search the Missing Persons Index to see if we have any additional missing persons due to our suspects. Talk to our sources. If I were a betting man I'd bet there are some new developments. You two have any other ideas?"

"Well," Caitlin spoke up, "it seems to me that at some point here we should try to figure out where this Lilith and these big Harley dudes are going to make an appearance next. To do that we have to figure out who or what they want next and why. They seem to have particular victims picked out for whatever reason. This isn't random selection. I suggest we go over all the pertinent information and try to make some sense out of all this."

Jack, Brett and Caitlin returned to the hotel and spent the next six hours on line. They made numerous phone calls and sent numerous e-mails. Seven more incidents of missing women had been reported where the circumstances fit the pattern of the mysterious disappearances that Jack had personally investigated.

Caitlin began rambling. "First mysterious disappearance, Laurie Johnston. Wife of a fundamentalist preacher. A preacher who also just happens to run a software consulting firm. Second mysterious disappearance, Alicia Dunn. Wife of a religious zealot of a mostly Mormon nature and a polygamist. Rich dude with computer related companies. Third mysterious disappearance, Kathleen Murray. Sister of a Catholic priest. The good Father spreads pornography all over the internet. Fourth mysterious disappearance, Rebecca Ziegler. Wife of the Chief Executive Officer of a major Internet Service Provider who is also a prominent figure in Promise Keepers. Now you have more mysterious disappearances which fit the same pattern. What's up with that?"

"Let's see," Caitlin continued, "What are the obvious similarities of these mysterious disappearances? Beautiful women with family, a husband, brother, whatever, of a religious persuasion and somehow involved with some aspect of computer technology. The women were seduced by large men who ride Harleys and spout about erotic literature. None of these women have been found. No bodies. No one has seen them. Where are they? "

On a real roll, Caitlin just kept right on rolling. "And what about the three murder victims? Joseph Masterson, professor of religious studies. Into Sasquatch and Nephilim and Lilith legend and lore. Joseph Moroski, another professor. Let's see, this is what it says in your report, he taught Magic, Witchcraft and Healing, American Indian Religions and Women and Religion. Then we have Mikuki Huang, a yakuza. He was into kinky sex and was peddling some supposedly unsolvable computer virus-generating program. These men had something, some information, that this Lilith creature either wanted to obtain or prevent from becoming public knowledge."

"Let's talk about geography a moment," Jack interjected. "The four mysterious disappearances I personally investigated occurred in Pahrup, near Las Vegas, Salt Lake City, Denver and Albuquerque. Of the other seven we now know about, five happened in and around Los Angeles, two in San Francisco, one in Reno and three more right here in Las Vegas. Two of the murders occurred in Las Vegas and the other in Phoenix. We seem to have a sphere of activity here, geographically speaking."

Caitlin found herself becoming more and more attracted to Jack and not only intellectually. He was perhaps the most intelligent man she had ever met she thought. But in a very down-to-earth and different way than most of the professor types she had known and been intimate with. And he was so mysterious, introspective and guarded. Jack was equally infatuated with Caitlin but he had decided from the first moment he met her he would let this one make the first move if there was one. She decided to keep talking until the matter became clearer in her mind.

"And what do we have in the middle of this sphere of activity?" Caitlin interrupted. "The desert. Death Valley." The three looked at each other pensively.

Caitlin pulled the King James Version out of the dresser drawer, opened it to Isaiah 34:14 and read, 'The wild beasts of the desert shall also meet with the wild beasts of the island, and the satyr shall cry to his fellow; the screech owl also rest there, and find for herself a place of rest.' Some bibles like the King James translate the Hebrew word 'Lilith' to 'screech owl.' Other bibles transliterate to 'Lilith' which is as it should be. The creature of the night. The Otus Asio, the screech owl, whose color changes from red to gray, then red, then gray, depending on the season or the result of the night's hunting. The screech of this owl is used to attract the male. She is extremely secretive especially while breeding and she hides the whereabouts of her nest."

"The word 'Lilith' is a hapax legomenon," Caitlin continued. "A word that only appears once in the Hebrew bible so we can not determine it's meaning by comparison to other uses in the bible. There is a Dea Sea Scroll fragment that pertains to the Liliths. Plural. More than one. You know, like the man, the adam named Adam. Lilith and her sisters and daughters. An entirely different breed of female? Some say so."

"A different breed is right," Jack interjected. "The isoenzyme and serum protein analysis, electrophoresis, esoelectric focus and DNA typing that Brett had done on saliva, hair and blood samples found from the Masterson murder hinted that this Lilith was not human or unlike any human we know. Similar samples from the Moroski murder confirmed our theory. Brett is taking samples from the Huang murder when you two leave tomorrow. Anybody want to bet they don't tell us the same story?"

Not looking surprised at all, Caitlin responded, "I would have bet you she is not human in our sense of the word even if you hadn't done the testing."

"What about this business about the connection between the Nephilim and the Sasquatch, Caitlin" Brett asked. "Sasquatch, a Native American word for Bigfoot. Don't even tell me you haven't given this some thought. What do you make of all that?"

"Who knows?" she replied with a shrug of her head and shoulders. I read a very interesting research paper recently which maintained that scientific facts verify that the Neanderthal were in fact one and the same as the ancient race, the Nephilim. That paper presented archeological evidence that Neanderthals lived side by side with humans and they had general culture similar but not the same as humans. The paper concluded the Nephilim inherited part human culture from mothers and part from metamorphosed fathers. Neanderthal coexisted with humans about 4,500 years ago according to corrected Carbon 14 dating. Nephilim lived during this same time period according to chronological manuscripts. Do I believe it? I just don't know. We talked before about Leonard Nimoy and the show about Bigfoot and some possible connection to the Nephilim. Maybe. Just maybe."




Prey For Me Ch. 06



"Why was our Lilith interest in Sasquatch?" Caitlin asked the two men. "Or perhaps better phrased, why was our Lilith interested in the first man she murdered, Dr. Joseph Masterson? He was some sort of Sasquatch aficionado. What did Lilith want from Masterson? Information? What information? Or to silence him? Or both? These are not random murders. We have to understand the why."

On that note," Brett rose and bid adieu, "I'm beat and I'm calling it a night. Caitlin, we have an early flight home in the morning."

"Yes, I know," she replied. "I'm planning on returning for New Year's Eve, ringing in the new millennium Las Vegas style. I'm totally intrigued by this case. What about you, Brett, are you returning?"

"Damn right! My classes don't begin until mid-January. Let's fly back together. I'll ring your room in the morning when I wake just to make sure you get up and going."

Caitlin walked Brett to the door and as soon as she closed it, turned around and whistled at Jack. A mournful, quavering guttural whistle descending in pitch.

"What the hell was that?" Jack asked. "Are you ill?"

"No, you silly boy. That was the wail of the screech owl calling for a mate. The call of Lilith. Are you interested?"

Jack was rather too stunned to answer and wasn't exactly sure what this beautiful and most intelligent woman had in mind.

Caitlin broke the silence with, "Just don't call me a squaw. Squaw is a word of Algonquin origin which has connotations of prostitute and female genitalia."

"That's interesting, I never knew that. Tell me about your Native American heritage, Caitlin. I know you are a Seneca and a descendant of Chief Cornplanter. Tell me more." Jack was buying time until he had to think over this situation. He was wondering if this woman who he was infatuated with was trying to seduce him or just innocently flirting.

"Ok. Would you rub my back while I'm talking? I'm all tensed up after the incredible events of this day." She sat up for a moment and removed her flannel shirt. She was wearing a Victoria's Secret seamless racerback bra with adjustable straps which Jack had seen the bottom of when she displayed her tattoo earlier.

Jack began by smoothing down the back muscles on both sides of Caitlin's back. He used equal pressure with his fingers and heels of his hands along her side, shoulders and neck. He moved along her side and faced her head and repeated the long smoothing strokes, going slightly deeper with each pass. Next he split his index finger and middle finger, placing his hand over her spine, with each finger in the groove between her spine and Erector Spinae muscles, and placed his other hand over the bottom one.

"The Seneca were one of the original Five Nations of the Iroquois. The others were the Mohawk, the Onondaga, the Oneida and the Cayuga. The Tuscarora were later adopted as the sixth nation. Did you ever hear of Catherine Tekawitha, the Lily of the Mohawk? The name Iroquois was given these nations by their enemy, the Algonquin. They called them Iroqu which means rattlesnakes. The French added the Gallic suffix "ois" and hence Iroquois. The Iroquois called themselves Haudenosaunee, which means the people of the long house."

"Caitlin, undo your jeans if that's Ok with you." She undid the buttons and began to pull her jeans down and Jack helped her slide them off. Her white panty thong matched the bra. He began to work her buttocks area by pushing down with the heel of his hand and then pulling back with his fingers in large fluid circular motions.

"It was their political system that made the Iroquois unique and by far the most important Native American element. By the time explorers and colonists encountered the Iroquois nations they been established for many generations with a democratic government, a form of religion based upon a Creator in heaven and a strong sense of family controlled by the woman. Right, I said women! The Europeans brought male chauvinism to America." With that she playfully pinched his leg.

Then Jack began to use his elbows, working from her lower back to the top. Each stroke was deeper and slower than the previous one, but very gentle.

"Uhhhh, that feels good. Of course you know that the United States Constitution was modeled in great part after the Iroquois Constitution, called The Great Law of Peace. I won't go into all that in detail because it is quite well documented. Many of the Iroquois women had tattoos as did the men. They were equal partners with the men. Like the blue-eyed wolf on my navel. The women selected the chiefs, the sachems, and that's in the Iroquois Constitution. Go read it. Two famous leaders of the women's rights movement, Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Matilda Joslyn Gage, often pointed to the greater rights of Iroquois women as opposed to the subordinate position of white women. Do you know where the first women's rights convention was held? In Seneca Falls, New York, just a little over 150 years ago."

"In 1848 Elizabeth Cady Stanton and several other women organized the first Women's Rights Convention in Seneca Falls. Some seventy-two years later, in 1920, women finally won the right to vote. The one single event which most prompted Ms. Stanton to address women's rights was the fact that she and other women from America were denied participation at the World Anti-Slavery Convention in London in 1840 because of their sex."

"Maltilda Joslyn Gage was adopted into the wolf clan of the Mohawk in 1893 and was known as Karonienhawi or Sky Carrier. Although she could not vote in white society, she could as a Mohawk. She published many newspaper articles regarding the Iroquois and the equal rights given their women."

"The word 'Indian' is a white man's word. Christopher Columbus erroneously believed he has discovered a new route to India when he found new world land and named the native inhabitants Indians. Jack, am I boring you?"

"No, no," Jack replied. "You can talk all you want as long as I can feel your body." He lifted Caitlin's arm and placed it behind her lower back. He lifted up her shoulder and used his fingers to work along the border of her shoulder blade and his thumb to push under it.

"Ouch! You brute! Yeow, that is a tender spot. You better start treating me like a queen. The ancients of the Senecas had a peace queen, the mother of nations. Her name was Jikonsaseh. Later all the Iroquois nations called this female spirit Sky-Woman. Women in the tribes were thought to be direct descendants of Sky-Woman and as a result were treated with great respect. When the white man came from patriarchal Europe and were exposed to the egalitarian Native American cultures, they were shocked. Over time Native American life and culture were dramatically affected by the white man's ideals of male dominance and female submissiveness."

Jack then used his knuckles smoothing her back over and over with gentle hand over hand feather-like strokes.

"I'm done. Stick a fork in me," Caitlin said as she turned over and sat up. Jack noticed a wet spot on the front of her panties. She took his right hand in hers. "You have very strong and but gentle hands. The best for a great massage. She placed her thumb on his palm and gently pressed and massaged the back of his hand with her fingers, rubbing between the tendons of his fingers. The soft area on his palm below the thumb and below each knuckle was next. Then she worked on the tips of his thumb and each finger, pressing and pulling tenderly.

All the while Caitlin continued to talk. "The story of Catherine Tekawitha, the Lily of the Mohawks, that is commonly told is pure Catholic propaganda. She is also known as the Genevieve of New France. They portray her as a Catholic virgin and declared her Venerable in 1943 and she was Beatified in 1980. She was the first Native American to be declared Blessed. Catherine's mother was a captured Algonquin and her father was a Mohawk chief. Thus she was of the Iroquois, like me. According to the Iroquois version of theory, the Lily of the Mohawks was a witch. Our ancestors tell us of her use of love potions to seduce her victims. Her favorite philtres was baked into a cake. She would get sweaty and clean off the sweat with flour. The flour was then mixed with oil, egg and ashes of burnt hair from all parts of her body. This concoction was then baked into a cake which she would feed to the object of her lust. Now Jack, really, who would you believe about this princess of the Iroquois nation, the Catholics or the Iroquois themselves?"

Caitlin pulled Jack's shoes and socks off and started tickling his feet until he protested. Then she pressed and massaged the tendons on the back of his left foot, and then concentrated on the ball of his foot below his big toe and the soft area below his other toes. She worked on the first joint of each toe by pressing on the bottom and top with her index finger and thumb and gently pulled forward for a few seconds. He sighed when she began to rub his arch and heel expertly.

"And surely," Caitlin continued, "you have heard the legend of Godasiyo, the woman chief. In the beginning of time all the tribes could understand one another. But the great chief Godasiyo tragically drowned in the great river. Lacking her wise leadership, the Indians divided into many tribes and spread all across America and developed their own languages. And then we have Chie, the horny and fun-loving goddess who advised our people to live a life of fun, joy, laughter and much sexual freedom. This made Bochia, the god of laws, very angry and he turned her into an owl."

With that Caitlin began to whistle again the wail of the screech owl. At the same time she began to remove Jack's clothes. "Don't get excited. I'm just going to do your back like you did mine." She stopped when she got to his boxer shorts, pushed him playfully on his stomach on the bed and began the same techniques he had administered. She was surprised at how muscular he was. Not like a weightlifter but very hard and she could feel the power in his taut body as she massaged him.

"Hey," Caitlin asked after awhile, "you want to Indian wrestle? I'll show you how." She positioned their bodies so they were lying on the king-size bed on their sides facing each other with their feet touching. Caitlin's left foot was braced heel to toe against Jack's right foot and her right foot was hooked around his left foot and vice versa for his left foot. "Ok, now clasp your hands under your knees, and using only your left foot, you try to turn me over when I say go. Are you ready? Go!"

Caitlin flipped him three times and began to laugh so hard she was crying. "It's all in the technique," she whispered. "Speaking of technique, I have been reading The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nefzaoui. You know, that book found in the possession of the women who mysteriously disappeared with those tall strangers. Her heart was racing, her mouth was absolutely dry and she could feel her entire body quivering. Jack was lying on his back and she reached over and kissed him passionately, moaning softly. They delighted in each other's lips and the warmth of their bodies.

Finally Caitlin broke the erotic silence with, "Jack, I can even quote verbatim from that book, 'If you desire coition, place the woman on the ground, cling closely to her bosom, with her lips close to yours; then clasp her to you, suck her breath, bite her; kiss her breasts, her stomach, her flanks, press her close in your arms, so as to make her faint with pleasure; when you see her so far gone, then push your member into her. If you have done as I said, the enjoyment will come to both of you simultaneously. This it is which makes the pleasure of the woman so sweet. But if you neglect my advice the woman will not be satisfied and you will not have procured her any pleasure.' So how about it Jack?"

They made love for hours. Caitlin insisted they try most of the positions in the book. El Mokkeurmeutt, with her legs in the air; El Modefeda, frog fashion; Nik el Kohoul, from the back; and on and on and on.

Jack feigned annoyance and whined tongue-in-cheek, "Caitlin, you keep looking at that book. Don't you have any positions of your own?"

"I've been saving mine for last. You think squaws aren't cowgirls? Didn't you ever hear of Princess Red Bird and Linda One Spot? They rode in wild west shows and rodeos, rode bucking broncs and brandished pistols. Do you want me to get that .357 you were admiring out of my purse?"

Caitlin got atop Jack. "Tontasatha'neta! That's Mohawk. I mean, I am the Lily of the Mohawks. Tontasatha'neta. It means let's do it again." She stroked him and kissed him and let him nibble on her dangling breasts until he became very hard again. Slipping him inside her, she leaned at just the right angle for her and started to gently move up and down. "Start bucking you horse's ass!" she demanded and he did. He gripped her hips and they soon were into a fluid rhythm. She began to grind in circular motions as he was deep inside her.

Jack did not understand Caitlin as she was moaning and crying out in that language he did not know again as she rocked and rolled more fervently. "Hen! hen! hen!" she screamed as she climaxed again, for what he thought was at least the fifth time. He was losing track. She rolled off him in exhaustion, lay by his side and fondled his hardness lovingly as she caught her breath.

"Tyihukwaes?" Caitlin asked coyly.

"What are you talking about now?" he asked impatiently. "And what does 'hen' mean?"

"I bet you thought 'hen' was a dirty word. The Mohawk word for 'yes' I guess. Tyihukwaes? Seneca for chipmunk, as in, would you like me to do my chipmunk imitation?"

Before Jack could answer Caitlin put her mouth on him and began to move him from one cheek to the other as she sucked. Once she had teased and tantalized him to the point of no return, she deepthroated him until he exploded spasmodically in her mouth. She pulled him out until the head of his cock rested on her lower lip and she swallowed his cum as he continued to gush and spurt and then put him back into her mouth and held him there until long after.

They lay entwined in each other's arms for an hour. Neither was talking and neither could sleep. Finally Jack spoke. "Please tell me another one of your stories, Caitlin. I can't sleep and it looks like you can't either."

"Well, Jack, just what kind of story would you like me to tell?"

Jack pulled the sheet down past their waists and gazed at the tattoo between Caitlin's navel and beautiful breasts. "Tell me about the blue wolf," he said as he licked it.

"OK, OK, but you can't tickle me while I'm talking. Stick that tongue back in your face. Didn't you see the movie The Last Temptation of Christ? Mary Magdalene had tattoos. So do sultry Seneca seductresses."

"Yeah, you are definitely one of those, girl."

"Where to start. Hmmm. I don't suppose you ever read the book Stewed, Screwed & Tattooed? That's how I feel right now." Caitlin looked to see if Jack was smiling and he was.

"Madame Chinchilla wrote that book and it is quite entertaining and informative. Another good read is Bodies of Subversion: A Secret History of Women and Tattoo by Margot Mifflin."

"I take it you have never read either of those, Jack. You seem to be somewhat of a history scholar. Have you ever seen John Verelst's portrait of Sa Ga Yeath Qua Piewth Tow? Tow boy was the last Iroquois chief, actually a Mohawk, to be tattooed. Verelst captured the chief on canvas in all his tattooed glory in 1710 at the court of Queen Anne in London. While in London Tow boy was baptized Brant and was the grandfather of Joseph Brant, the famous Iroquois leader who went to school at Dartmouth and was fluent in Latin and Greek, in addition of course to English and several native languages. You know, like me. Dunno why he never did Hebrew, though. Anywho, when the Iroquois took sides with the British during the Revolutionary War era, tattooing and many other native practices were strongly discouraged. Totally uncivilized behavior."

"Now, about the wolf. The wolf is one of the clans of the Seneca and other tribes like I said before. Jack, are you a boy who cried wolf?" She looked again to see if he was smiling and he was.

"The wolf thrives in a pack. As Rudyard Kipling said, 'For the strength of the pack is in the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is in the pack.' The pack is governed by an alpha male and an alpha female who do the mating. All others are subordinate, well, you know, have sex. Wolves communicate mostly with body language. The alphas show their dominance by sticking their tails up in the air. Would you like me to stick my tail up in the air, Jack? Obviously I am an alpha female. Would you like me to demonstrate how the alphas mate?"

"Talking about sex and tattoos. How about this one? About sixty years ago there were several Freudian shrinks who wrote book and articles about tattooing and how it was a sexual thing. They had all kinds of theories about tattoos and schizophrenia, bipolar disorder and all sorts of weird stuff. In 1934 Albert Parry wrote and interesting article for Psychoanalytic Quarterly entitled Tattooing Among Prostitutes and Perverts."

Jack began to lick Caitlin's tattoo. "I love this blue-eyed wolf and I don't care if you are a prostitute or a pervert."

Caitlin grabbed his ears and pulled him lower. "Ahhhhhhh," she moaned. "Forget the tattoo, dude. Just keep doing what you are doing."

"Caitlin, you are so smooth down here," Jack remarked softly as he lifted his head up.

"It's Magic you silly boy. Please don't make me talk any more." She grabbed his ears again, this time with a much firmer grip, and pulled him back down on her. She lost herself in the moment.

Caitlin rose when Brett called the room. She showered quickly and dressed while Jack watched. She kissed him sweetly as he lay in the bed. "I have to go, Jack, but I'll see you for New Year's and I'll stay until you solve this case. I think you might need some bait. Me. I'll call you as soon as I get home in about six or seven hours."

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 07



Pt. VII: Cowgirls & Indians


Brett and Caitlin chatted incessantly on the return flight to Cleveland where they left their cars. Mostly he wanted to talk about the case and she wanted to talk about Jack Davis.

"Brett, please tell me more about Jack. I know some of the story. Forty-something. Navy Seal and then the C.I.A. One of the most respected P.I.'s in the business. That's obvious by the way the police talk to him. What about his family?'

"I've known Jack for more than twenty years. I don't really want to go into how we met, but in a few words, I owe him my life. That story does not bring back fond memories. Jack has never been married. An only child and his parents are deceased. He doesn't really have any family other than some distant cousins he only occasionally talks to. A handful of close friends like me. He doesn't talk about personal relationships much although I'm sure you noticed women seem to be attracted to him like magnets."

"Yeah, I know," Caitlin responded, "I slept with him last night. Does that shock you?"

"No, Caitlin. I could sense the mutual attraction. Like two dangerous animals feeling each other before they attack," Brett chuckled as he spoke.

"Well, I really like him, Brett. I can't help it. Shit happens and don't I just sound like some school girl with a crush."

"Caitlin, I really like him too although I never thought about having sex with him." Brett was way beyond chuckling now and was giggling. "Hey, he's da man as far as I am concerned. Someone's best friend or worst enemy. I'm glad he's my best friend. I love the guy."

"Maybe I do, too, Brett. Let's change the subject. What would you like to talk about?"

"Tell me more Indian stories, Caitlin. I'm rather ignorant of Native American history."

"Sure. Here's one you probably never heard before about what might have been the most important and unknown military engagement of the Revolutionary War. The Sullivan Campaign of 1779.

"General John Sullivan waged a campaign strategically planned by General Washington which in effect broke the Iroquois Confederation and contributed more to the victory of the Continental Army than just about anything. The Iroquois made what probably should be considered a fatal mistake in siding with the British. They did so because they believed that a British victory would save their homelands in central New York. Had the Iroquois remained neutral in the war which was their initial intention they would have likely survived the war with the Iroquois Confederacy and their homes basically intact. The Sullivan Campaign destroyed about forty Iroquois villages and left them without food for the following winter. They fled to areas under British protection. Because the British then had to support the Iroquois with food and other necessities, their war effort elsewhere was hampered. The Iroquois continued their raiding and hostile activities throughout the war but were not nearly as powerful and much less a significant threat as they were before the Sullivan campaign.

"The instigator of the Iroquois alliance with the British and the ultimate downfall of the Six Nations was Joseph Brandt. I mentioned him to Jack last night after you left, Brett. He was the grandson of the tattooed chief, Sa Ga Yeath Qua Piewth who was the subject of the famous portrait painted by John Verelst in the court of Queen Anne in 1710. Sir William Johnson was the British Indian Commissioner in 1774 while he suffered a stroke as he was delivering a rabble-rousing speech to the Mohawk, attempting to persuade them to war against the Americans. He died a couple days after the stroke. It just so happens that Joseph Brant’s sister Molly was the Mohawk wife of Sir William Johnson. Brant became like a son to Sir William and that relationship led to the downfall of the Iroquois.

"Joseph Brant, educated at Dartmouth and fluent in several languages, accepted a British officer’s commission and began to wage war. Two of the Six Nations broke rank because of Brant’s militancy and fanatical devotion to the British. The Oneida joined forces with the Americans and in August, 1777, the Oneida fought with the Americans at the Battle of Oriskany against the British who were joined by the Mohawk and the Seneca. Iroquois brothers killing each other. The Oneida, a few months later, were scouts in the American victory over Burgoyne at Saratoga. The Oneida brought the food and supplies to Washington at Valley Forge and fought under Lafayette at the Battle of Barren Hill.

"Monster Brant, as he became to be known, continued to promote attrocities against Americans. The Cherry Valley Massacre and numerous mass scalping incidents prompted General Washington to launch the Sullivan Campaign. Brant even blocked repeated efforts by the Seneca chief, Red Jacket, to make peace with the Americans."

The flight landed, Brett and Caitlin retrieved their luggage and walked to their cars. They agreed to talk at length in a day or two after they sorted out their thoughts. Caitlin kissed him warmly goodbye and they went their separate ways.

Jack didn't wait for Caitlin's phone call like he had said he would because when he returned to his room he had what sounded like a frantic message from Sam Hanson. He immediately called Sam. "Jack, two more women have mysteriously disappeared. They were friends and friendly with two of our tall dark Harley riding strangers. Both women are married to big-shot doctors and these guys are raising hell with my boss. I need your help. Now! Meet me at Kady's Coffee Shop at the Riviera in a half hour and I'll fill you in, OK?"

"Yeah, OK Sam, but make it an hour. I got to make some phone calls and cancel some appointments."

Sam was already sitting at a table at Kady's forty-five minutes later when Jack arrived. Sam seemed engrossed with several young nubile ladies who were splashing in the pool. It was that or the bagel he was munching on because he didn't even seem to notice Jack until he sat down and started talking.

"Sam. Sam! Wake the hell up and what's up?"

"Oh, sorry Jack. Deep in thought."

"Yeah, right. With what? What's the story here?" Sam and Jack had talked often over the past several weeks and were fast becoming good friends.

"The two women were staying here for a little vacation, the rodeo, shopping spree, whatever," Sam began. "Their husbands let them shake loose for this Vegas rodeo thing because that is where the guys met the girls two years ago. The girls insisted they still get to go to the rodeo. I think it was in their pre-nuptial agreement. And if you ever saw these two chiquitas, who would argue anyway?"

"Candace Pike Martin lives in Los Angeles. Her husband Bernard is an orthopedic surgeon on staff at the Los Angeles Shriners Hospital. Dr. Martin is affiliated with the Al Malaikah Temple of L.A. Roxanne "Blue Duck" Alexander lives in Sacramento. Her husband Henry is an orthopedic surgeon on staff at the Northern California Shriners Hospital. Dr. Alexander is affiliated with the Ben Ali Temple of Sacramento."

"Now, this story gets real complex. I mean really. Both women are in their mid-twenties and gorgeous. They have known each other for five years or so, long before they met their husbands. The ladies met their doctor husbands right here, in Vegas, at the National Finals Rodeo two years ago. The cowgirls were participating in the rodeo and the doctors, who were in Vegas for some big wig meeting at the Zelzah Shrine Temple here, were watching. It was love at first sight I suspect. The cowgirls loved their doctor’s money and prestige and the doctors loved their cowgirl’s bodies. That's usually how it works, right?"

"Right, Sam, I guess. Before you go any further, let me tell you a little story. This is totally off the record. Between you and me. The politicos don't want the police involved in this one."

Jack didn’t get to continue. At that moment an awesome creature walked into Kady's and stood at Sam and Jack's table. "Hello, I'm Carmelita Sanchez." She was wearing the tightest fitting jeans Jack had ever seen, boots, denim shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal considerable cleavage, a leather vest and a black hat. About five-foot five, jet black long hair, big brown bedroom eyes and luscious painted red lips. Definitely a hot tamale, thought Jack.

Carmelita knew who was who and spoke to Sam, "You asked me to meet you here, Mr. Hanson. Here I am. I want to find out what happened to Candy and Roxie even more than you two do, I suspect. So I'll help you any way I can. Those girls have been my best friends since we first met five years ago. Do you want the short story or the long version?" She asked as she sat down.

"Tell us everything from the beginning, Carmelita," Sam insisted. "From when you first met your two friends until the last time you saw them, which I believe you said was the day before yesterday."

"OK. We all met a little more than five hears ago when we all joined up with a new wild-west show called Cowgirls and Indians. It went out of business two years ago when the head cowboy and owner, Wild Bill Bannister, was killed in a plane crash. After that, Candy and Roxie went off and married those two doctors and I went on to do real rodeo full time, which is why I am in Vegas, for the National Rodeo Finals. And why Candy and Roxie were here. Not to compete this time, but to hang out with me and some of our other old friends. Both of them in previous years competed here and at the Professional Women's Rodeo Association championships in Fort Worth every November.

"We did all the usual wild-west show routines with Cowgirls and Indians. Besides the horse stunts, we did fancy gun spinning and shooting, tomahawk and knife throwing and target whipping. I can real whip up a storm in case you two would like a demonstration." Carmelita paused for a reaction as she smirked seductively.

"We played so many gigs. Buffalo Bill's Casino four times a year. Also the New Frontier Casino here in Vegas. We went as far as Atlantic City to do Bally's a couple times. We put on shows at festivals and country and western concerts all over the southwest. One of my favorites was the Gene Autry Music Festival in Gene Autry, Oklahoma.

"Did you ever see Bronco Billy with Clint Eastwood? Well, let me tell you we put on a much better show than he did. Not only would we occasionally ride bareback, we'd ride bare-assed. It just depended on the audience and the money. Sometimes skimpy halter tops, sometimes topless, once in awhile totally natural except for the hat. Of course we didn't do that sort of thing in front of kids and of course that sort of thing cost extra, much extra. And, for a real special treat, we'd do the horse." She paused again to test the reaction and burst out laughing at Sam and Jack's stunned silence. "Lighten up dudes. I also do a stand-up comedy routine. When I'm too old to ride and give you guys a hard on I'll just make you laugh.

"Not only can the three of us shoot and ride, we each have a unique and incredibly interesting story about our genealogy. As far as I know, this is all true. At least nobody could ever prove otherwise and this information was printed in our flyers and advertisements.

"I am a descendant of Francisco ‘Pancho’ Villa. Pancho Villa's real name was Doroteo Arango. His parents were Agustin Arango and Micaela Arambula. My great-great grandmother's name was Maria Arambula. She married Diego Sanchez in 1907. According to one of my great-great grandmother's stories passed on from generation to generation, Doroteo changed his name to disguise his identity. He took the name of Francisco Villa due in part because his father was the illegitimate offspring of one Jesus Villa, also an outlaw. Maybe that's where Pancho got it. It was in the blood.

"There are many Robin Hood stories about Pancho Villa, many written by the famous correspondent John Reed. We of Mexican heritage have a litany of songs and ballads celebrating Pancho's notorious exploits. I'd tell you some of the more entertaining ones but you wouldn't believe me anyway. You know, stories like Pancho was a German agent. Just because $340,000 was traced to him which came from the German government. And where is Pancho Villa's head at? He was assassinated in 1923 while driving to a baptism with his bodyguards. Everyone in the car was killed and sixteen bullets were found in his body. Someone broke into Pancho's grave three years after his death and stole his skull. So nobody knows where Pancho's head is. We do know the famous General John "Black Jack" Pershing waged a massive campaign to capture or exterminate Pancho Villa but Pershing never got the job done.

"Moving on to Candy. Candace Pike, now Candace Pick Martin. She is a descendant of Albert Pike. As you may know he was a Confederate general, an attorney, a poet and writer, an Indian advocate and sympathizer and the most infamous Freemason of his era. Some say he founded the K.K.K.

"I'm sure you already have a description of Candy. About five six and twenty-six. Dark brown hair and gray eyes. 36D-22-35. We did a lot of shopping together. Her left nipple is pierced and she has a tattoo of a gray owl on her right thigh. Candy was of the Bird clan as was Naomi Ross of whom I will soon speak."

Jack was paying mind to Carmelita before, especially to her nipples which in their bra-less environment looked like they were going to burst right through her shirt, but her mention of Freemasony and the owl brought him right to attention. Brought back instant memories of Caitlin and what she had said.

"Pike was an explorer and trapper before the Civil War and spent much time amongst the Cherokee, Choctaw, Chickasaw, Creek and the Seminole, the Five Civilized Tribes. He fathered a child with a Cherokee woman, Naomi Ross, also known as Grey Owl. Naomi was the sister of Chief John Ross of the Cherokee. Only through Naomi's influence would her brother finally agree to sign a treaty with the Confederacy and fight for the cause.

"General Pike led these tribes in a famous Civil War battle, the Battle of Pea Ridge, also known as the Battle of Eikhorn Tavern. It occurred over several days in March 1862 and Pike, the Rebels and the Indians got their asses kicked. About 1,400 Union soldiers were killed and 4,600 of the Confederates died. The result of the battle was the Union gained control of Missouri and the Mississippi and Missouri rivers and were able to protect the arsenal at St. Louis and supply Grant's Vicksburg campaign.

"How do I know all this Civil War stuff? It's practically all Candy and her husband Benjamin talked about before they were married. A descendant of Benjamin Martin's fought in this very same battle and penned a song, The Battle of Elkhorn Tavern, which I have heard at least a hundred times and I know it by heart. I'll sing it for you."

"Oh no, not another babe who sings," Jack quipped.

"What's up with that, Jack?" Carmelita asked.

"Nothing much. Just kidding. A Seneca maiden named Caitlin sang to me recently. That's all. Go ahead and sing, Carmelita. Please."

"My name is Daniel Martin, I'se borned in Arkansas; I fled from those base rebels Who fear not God or law.

I left my aged father And my beloved wife; I'se forced to go to Rollie For to try to save my life.

I jined in Phillips' regiment I'm not ashamed to tell. My colonel and my officer They treated me mighty well.

I served four months at Rollie Through sleet, snow, and ice, And next received my orders: Go meet old Sterling Price.

That old secession traitor He didn't like the fun; He gathered up his rebel band, To Arkansas he run.

We were close pursuing them By night and by day, And a many of those base rebels We killed upon the way.

We followed through to Pea Ridge, And there we stopped our chase; But that poor frightened rebel band Rolled on in mighty haste.

They joined old Ben McCullough, Old Mackintosh and Rain, And they mustered eighty thousand, And here they come again.

They marched through pomp and splendor Led on by brave Van Dorn, And there they found us waiting At a tavern called Elkhorn.

They threw themselves around us In the dark shade of night And planted out their batteries And waited till daylight.

We opened up our batteries, Which made the mountain roar, And on the ground in many a place Was red with human gore.

We shot old Ben McCullough, Old Slack and Macintosh, And shot old Sterling in the arm And sent him in a rush.

Reckon what secesh will think When we tell'em of our rhyme About old Sterling Price He's a getting on quick time.

Segal's after him In a might purty gait; He wants to whip the old secesh And drive him from our state."

Jack and Sam clapped politely and softly at the end of Carmelita's singing. She was actually quite good Jack thought. Not like Caitlin but very good.

"Candy and Roxie talked incessantly of their Cherokee heritage and were damn proud of it," Carmelita continued. "They both were rather friendly with Wilma Mankiller, who was elected first female chief of the Cherokee Nation a few years back.

"Now, Roxie is the real wild and crazy one. Not Candy and not me although we have had our moments. Roxanne ‘Blue Duck’ Alexander, what's the song she sang, "Wild Women Do" or some such thing?

"Roxie is all of that and more. Again, I'm sure you have a description there, but Roxie is tall, about five-foot ten, a natural strawberry blonde. Hazel eyes, long, long legs and you should see her in a short skirt. Very long and lanky, small perky breasts. Definitely she could have been a very successful model but she said that shit was way too boring. Definitely the tomboy type. Rox also has a tattoo on her right thigh, of what else, a blue duck. She, like Candy, is of the Cherokee Bird Clan.

"Roxie's history is even more interesting than Candy's and mine if you can believe that. No doubt you two on occasion watch old western movies, all about Jesse and Frank James, Cole Younger and Belle Star. No doubt you have seen Lonesome Dove and may have read Larry McMurtry's book of the same name featuring the notorious Indian outlaw Blue Duck. Would you like to hear the rest of the story? Well, sure you would.

"Bluford 'Blue' Duck was a Cherokee. His Cherokee name was Shacongah Kawwannu. A book written in 1926 by Zoe Tilghman entitled ‘Outlaw Days: A True History of Early Day Oklahoma Characters’ tells of an episode in 1880 when Belle Starr interrupted a poker game in Dodge City by pulling out her pistol and taking all the money off the table. She interrupted the poker game, according to this book, because her lover, Blue Duck, was losing big-time. A rather famous picture exists of Blue Duck and Belle Starr taken while he was in prison serving a life sentence. He was eventually pardoned by President Grover Cleveland and nobody was ever able to provide a plausible explanation why that occurred.

"Belle Starr was born in 1848 as Myra Belle Shirley in Missouri. Her family moved to Texas near Dallas. Now, many say Cole Younger fathered Belle's daughter Rosie, better known as Pearl, who was born in September 1868. Cole Younger, however, maintained he first met Belle in 1864 while he was on the lam and didn't see her again until early summer 1868, at which time she was six months pregnant. You go figure. Belle never said with certainty who the father was, although at the time the evidence appears to indicate she was legally married to one Jim Reed. Other evidence appears to indicate she had the name Younger on Pearl's birth record.

"Many Cherokee have always believed Blue Duck was Pearl's father. The memoirs of the same General Albert Pike confirms this allegation. Not only was Pike personally aware of the relationship between Blue Duck and Belle, it was also spoken of on numerous occasions by Chief John Ross and others. Belle had many lovers and several husbands, but her one true love was Blue Duck or so the story goes. Belle eventually married another Cherokee, Sam Starr, in 1880; thus the name Starr. There are also legal records that she married Bruce Younger, uncle of Cole, earlier in 1880. But throughout her life Blue Duck kept making an appearance here and there.




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"Belle was ambushed while on horseback by shotgun blasts on February 3, 1889. The murderer was never apprehended although there were numerous suspects including even her daughter Pearl and son Eddie, who both had threatened their mother publicly on occasion. Among other things, Belle had wrecked havoc with Pearl's planned marriage and conspired to have Pearl's first illegitimate daughter placed in an orphanage. After Belle died Pearl ended up penniless and homeless, made a living in a bordello and had another illegitimate daughter named Ruth who she gave up for adoption. Roxie has quite convincingly traced her genealogy back to this Ruth. Pearl later became somewhat of an outlaw herself but never matched her mother's legendary fame.

"Well guys, I guess that's enough reminiscing. Let me get to the event's of the past few days."

"Those are just incredible stories, Carmelita," Jack couldn't help but say. He was very impressed with her yarns but did want to get to the business and hand. "But yes, we better get to it before the trail gets cold. I have the feeling you could spin tales for hours and hours and hours."

"OK, Jack-off, don't be rude now!" she spat in mock anger and all three of them were laughing heartily.

"Candy and Roxie," Carmelita continued, "were not, how should I put this, monogamous. They never were and never will be. Those two had other sexual partners besides their husbands and the doctor dudes understood that from day one. I'd put it this way, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement for Candy and Roxie and their husbands. Both these guys are in their late forties with grown children. Bernard's wife died a year before he met Candy and Henry had been divorced for several years before he met Roxie. What Bernard and Henry got was beautiful much younger wives, an occasional sexual partner and a trophy to show off to their friends. What Candy and Roxie got was money, security and a life of leisure and play. Cruises, exotic vacations, furs, jewelry, a fabulous home and intelligent conversation and companionship.

"Sounds like a pretty good deal for all concerned to me and they all seemed to be quite pleased with their relationships. I almost bought into this deal myself but for the fact that I was already married which would have complicated matters significantly. I did have a torrid fling with one of Henry's friends, a gynecologist of all things. I'm now divorced from the guy I was married to at that time, went back to my maiden name and have a new main man, a biker. Not that I don't play around." With that, Carmelita winked at Jack, which was intentionally obvious and incredibly funny to Sam.

"I might add, well, I don't see why this matters, but Candy and Roxie are not entirely heterosexual and neither am I. We used to party with one another on occasion and simply had a swell time. You know, girls playing with girls. I mean, why should we limit ourselves to half the population when we can have it all? We even have partied with gay dudes. Hey, if you hitch up the strap-on, give a great blow-job, and what's the diff? We got into some real kinky stuff and would do tricks if the money was right.

"My boyfriend Hector was with me when we met Candy and Roxie and their new acquaintances for dinner on Sunday. My girlfriends had already been in Vegas for a couple days. I didn't come into town until Sunday because I wasn't competing until Monday afternoon, yesterday, and I didn't want to get too trashed up before my event. The girls had already been with Rameel and Turel as they called them for a couple days. I had never seen Candy and Roxie so infatuated with guys before. I mean, the girls were hanging all over them. Hector didn't like these guys at all. I thought they were going to get into a spat.

"Rameel was about six foot seven, long black hair, clean shaven and his face reminded me of Tom Cruise. The other one, Turel, was even taller and they looked like brothers, although they said they weren't. Now, Hector is big, but these guys were huge, very muscular and rugged looking. Hector has no fear though and I'm sure he was packing his piece as usual.

"Dinner did not go particularly well. The girlfriends barely talked to me because they were totally engrossed in every word their escorts spouted. The dudes were talking about erotic literature which was totally boring Hector. He is more of a slam, bam, thank you ma'am kinda guy. The dudes were talking about some books written by a guy named Sir Richard Burton or some such thing. They didn't mention Cleopatra, 'er I mean Elizabeth Taylor, though.

"Anyway, after dinner I made Hector promise to be good with various bribes and we all decided to go honky-tonking, at a place where Candy, Roxie and I used to hang out. I had ridden with Hector on his bike, a 1998 Harley Dyna Wide Glide, a 95th Anniversary Edition as he continually pointed out to me. I swear, that dude loves that bike more than pussy. But he liked the strangers' bikes better. He never drooled over me like he did those bikes."

Carmelita reached into her purse and pulled out a small tablet. "I had Hector describe these bikes and I wrote it down so I would know what the hell I was talking about. Rameel was riding a 1985 Softail with a sidecar. Red with blue flame. Turel was also riding a Softail, a Custom Trike, also red with blue flame. Hector said both bikes were easily worth over $30,000."

"The girls got on up behind the dudes and we burned to our favorite honky-tonk. I tried to pull Candy and Roxie off these dudes, to talk to them, and ask some questions. You know, curiosity killed the kitty. The girls just wouldn't leave those dudes for a second and didn't really show much interest in talking to me. We all danced and danced and finally sat down to quench our thirst.

"What happened next was not all that strange no matter how it sounds. Not like we never did stuff like this before just for kicks. Roxie suggested we blow our boyfriends right there in that honky-tonk. First thing I heard all night Hector smiled about. Hector is fairly long and really thick, but these dudes were totally huge. I was really getting off watching Candy and Roxie stroke and suck those monster dicks. I was playing with myself like crazy and at the same time trying to concentrate on Hector. Well, it wasn't long before cum was shooting all over the place. The look on the faces of some of the people who were watching was rather incredible.

"Soon after that Candy and Roxie wanted to leave. Roxie remarked 'Now it's my turn and I'm not spreading my legs and screaming my lungs out in this place.' We agreed to meet for breakfast the next morning at our favorite grits and grease place and we all split. Candy and Roxie and their boyfriends never showed up and then I got the message later that morning they had up and disappeared."

"Damn Carmelita, that is one hell of a tale," Sam said as she paused out of breath. "It's all true?"

"I believe you, darlin," Jack was quick to say. "It all just fits if you get my drift. Carmelita, anything else these two guys did, wore, said that struck you as very unusual?"

"Yeah, they kept chewing on dandelions, roots and all. They had their pockets filled with them. Very weird."

Sam looked puzzled but Jack didn't and said to him, "Makes sense to me. A young girl named Rachael told me the first of these big bikers, Danel, chewed dandelions. She told me that because the leaves of the dandelion look like a lion's teeth, the French named it 'dent de lion' which became dandelion in our language."

"The French also eat the dandelion. Rachael prompted me to do a little research. Dandelions are an excellent diuretic when digested, purging wastes from the body. The leaves are rich in iron, potassium and many vitamins. I recently ordered a salad for lunch with dandelion leaves, spinach, radishes, mustard greens, sweet onions all covered with a mixture of lemon juice and olive oil which was exquisitely delectable. The root is also edible and is beneficial for skin problems and arthritic conditions and used to prevent gallstones. Also it has been proven effective for yeast infections. Carmelita, perhaps you should have ate some?"

"No, I don't have that problem, Jack. And who would have known what people think is just a bothersome weed in their lawn is good for all that stuff?"

"Oh, there's more," Jack continued. "Good for snake bites. You of course can make wine with the leaves and a coffee substitute, although a mite bitter, with the roots. Ray Bradbury, of science fiction and ‘The Martian Chronicles’ fame, wrote a novel entitled ‘Dandelion Wine’ about a twelve-year old boy growing up in the summer of 1928. One of our Apollo astronauts like that book so much he named the Dandelion Crater on the Moon after it."

Jack paused and changed the subject slightly, "And I'll bet you, Carmelita, these two guys were wearing iron crosses, swastikas, around their necks. And they had scorpion insignias on the back of the black leather dusters they put on when they got on their bikes. Right?"

"Yeah, right, Jack. What, are you telepathic?"

"No, no, just good guessing based on some other reports. Anything else you can think of?"

Just then Sam’s beeper beckoned him. "I have to run out to my car and make a call on my cell phone. I’m sure this is the man I work for wanting information from the report that is in my briefcase on the front passenger seat."

As soon as Sam left, Carmelita crept under the table and was hidden by the tablecloth. No one saw her disappearing act. She unzipped Jack’s pants and pulled out his flaccid penis and put it all the way in her mouth. It didn’t take him long to stir. She gave him a fast and furious blow-job and he came within minutes. He was even surprised himself at how quickly he reached orgasm, but then he had always found that, thinking about Caitlin and the previous night, the more sex he had the more sex he wanted.

Carmelita crept back out from under the table, wiping the cum from her chin with her sleeve.

"What in the world was that for, Carmelita? But thanks!"

"I don’t exactly know, to tell you the truth, Jack. I’m very impulsive. I was just in the mood, ya know? Obviously you were, too," she said with a sly smile. "And you …"

Carmelita didn’t get to finish her sentence because she saw Sam returning. "Sorry I took so long," Sam apologized. "What have you two been talking about?"

"Just chatting, Sam," Carmelita replied. "I have to go. I’m already late for work.

"Carmelita, thanks for everything," Jack said with a wink to her that Sam missed. "We'll call you if we have any questions or whatever after we soak all this in."

"Jack, you call me any time you want, for whatever you want," she responded with a dead serious look on her face, got up from the table and walked out of the place.

Sam and Jack just sat there for minutes shaking their heads and mumbling. Finally Jack spoke. "I think I know where they are headed. I think I know who might have seen them. I'm going to check it out. Do you want to come with me, Sam?"

"I can't, Jack. I have to testify in court in two hours. But stay in touch, and I mean like on the hour or whatever. Whenever one of us can reach the other. This thing is starting to move faster and faster." They got up and walked out.

"One more thing, Jack," Sam said as they stood by their cars. "We have another little problem. A reporter has gotten wind of the murders, the two that occurred here in Vegas anyway. She doesn't know about the one in Phoenix yet. Her name is Kim Wright and here is her card. I gave her your name because I thought you would like to handle this yourself. I didn't tell her much of anything."

"Wonderful, Sam. I suppose it was just a matter of time. Well, I guess I'll just play that one by ear and check her out. She could be a big help or a big pain in the ass." They both got in their cars and went their separate ways.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 08



Pt. VIII: The Scoop

Kim Wright appeared next on Jack's short list of appointments to make. He called the private number Sam Hanson wrote on the back of her business card. Jack knew it was an old card because Sam had told him Kim was no longer an investigative reporter with the Las Vegas Review-Journal, the largest paper in Nevada.

The two agreed to meet for an early dinner at a place called the Cipriani Restaurant. Jack had never been in the place but when Kim said "turn left on Flamingo and look for the lighthouse on the left" he did recall driving by on numerous occasions.

"Meet me in the parking lot please, Mr. Davis, about 6:00 PM," Kim requested. "I understand you have a black Mercedes convertible. I’m driving a dark blue Miata."

Spotting the Miata, Jack parked next to her. "I love your car!" Kim blurted out as she got out of her own convertible and admired his. "You simply must take me for a ride sometime. Wish I could afford one like yours. Perhaps one day."

Kim was a stunning young multi-racial woman. They stood outside chatting, in no hurry to enter the restaurant. "Mr. Davis," Kim began, "I already know quite a bit about you. I do my homework. As Mr. Hanson probably told you I was an investigative reporter with the Review-Journal until I resigned six months ago. And quit staring at me. I know what you are trying to figure out. My mother's name was Tran Thi Kim Hong; Vietnamese. I heard you were there. She died in an automobile accident when I was eight. My father is black; Jesse Wright, a retired Army officer. He brought my mother to the states in 1970 and I was born in 1972."

"Yes, Kim, I was wondering. Do you speak Vietnamese at all?"

"No, after my mother died I really didn't have much association with any Vietnamese. Just a matter of circumstance I guess. I do feel somewhat guilty about that. She didn't have much family, a few distant relatives who remained in Vietnam. Hey, I speak French fluently, is that good enough for you?"

"Sure it is. Well, go on with your story, Kim. And call me Jack."

"I did my undergraduate work at Notre Dame. I point that out because of something I will tell you about later. I did my masters at Indiana. Obviously you can tell I'm no relation to Donny Wright, the basketball coach, but I love that man. I'm currently close to completing my Ph.D. at Indiana in Mass Communication with a required minor in Journalism. All I have left is the doctoral dissertation and an oral exam defending it. Which is one reason why I want to talk to you."

"Kim, let's go for a ride unless you are starving." He handed her the keys. "You drive. Any fan of Donny Wright is OK in my book. I'm rather fond of the guy myself. Did you ever talk to him?"

They got in the Mercedes with Kim behind the wheel and she deftly handled the manual transmission as she pulled out and shifted from first to second gear. "I have talked to Coach Wright quite a bit. He likes me for some reason. I think he trusts me. And you can trust me, Jack, but I'll let you make up your own mind about that. I joke with Coach that I should do my doctoral dissertation on the media's treatment of him. But no, I'm doing it on the media's treatment of female killers. And I'm planning on turning my dissertation into a book."

Kim began to talk about her research on the subject of female killers. "I'm principally interested in serial killers but this local case of the murder of Ted Binion is fascinating. Everybody in Vegas talks about it all the time and I'm sure you, being a friend of Mr. Hanson, know quite a bit about it. But I think, Jack, your Lilith murders just might top that one. I know about the murders of Dr. Masterson and Miyuki Huang here in Vegas. Why do you thing I selected the Cipriani Restaurant? Yes, the food and the atmosphere is superb. But I like the name of the place. Jack, I talked to Sammy Cipriani, owner of the Fox Club in Phoenix. He told me all about your talk and the murder of Dr. Moroski there. But let's talk about the Binion case first," Kim insisted as she continued to drive no place in particular, just enjoying the Mercedes.

"I have been following the case rather closely," Jack said. It's what everybody who lives in Vegas talks about. That and Sam has been running various theories by me of late. He is not personally involved in the investigation but his friends are."

"I have my own sources at the Review-Journal," Kim interrupted. "You tell me what you know and I'll tell you what I know. Deal?"

"OK. Binion was found dead in September 1998 in his home. At first it was thought to an accidental drug overdose, some type of prescription medicine for stress. An empty bottle of the pills was found beside the body. No suicide note was found and there were no signs of a struggle or trauma to the body. Accidental death seemed like the first best guess.

"Binion had a rather sordid past. Former heroin addict with rather well publicized ties to organized crime. He owned Binion's Horseshoe, a gaming establishment, until his gaming license was suspended a year and a half before his death. His sister became the owner of the Horseshoe after some legal wrangling.

"Two days after Binion's body was found a very interesting incident occurred in Pahrump, Nevada. Does Pahrump have any special significance for you, Kim, other that in connection with the Binion case?"

"No, not really," Kim replied as she shook her head looking somewhat puzzled.

"Pahrump is where our Lilith first made an appearance some five months ago. She actually spoke to some friends of mine, an old man named Joshua, a young girl named Rachael and an Indian named Nathaniel."

"Tell me! Tell me about it, Jack, please?" Kim begged.

"Not yet. You are the one who wanted to talk about the Binion case first. Two days after Binion died Rick Tabish and two other men were caught digging up Binion's millions in silver bars in Pahrump. Then police began to delve into the relationship between this Tabish and the late Mr. Binion's girlfriend, Sandra Murphy.

"Murphy, who is more than half Binion's age, is the one who found his body. The initial toxicology report completed almost two weeks after the death indicated plenty of Xanax and heroin in his body but did not conclude that is what killed him.

"A month after the death Binion's estate put up a $25,000 reward for information leading to the apprehension and conviction of any persons involved in his death. This despite the fact that no concrete evidence of foul play had yet surfaced. But rumors were flying hot and heavy regarding the relationship of Sandra Murphy and Rick Tabish. Other rumors surfaced such as Binion was forced to eat heroin or was tricked into smoking a much more potent grade of heroin than usual.

"A Private Investigator who is an old acquaintance of mine, Tom Dillard, then became involved. He is a former Las Vegas homicide detective. Once he began feeding the police information the stuff really started to hit the fan. One thing you have to understand, Kim, the police are bureaucrats. They are so caught up in proper procedures and paperwork. They do not have the time or resources to investigate as thoroughly as does a Private Investigator.

"Dilliard obtained Sandra Murphy's cell phone records and determined Tabish called her eight minutes before she called the police to report Binion's death. Many other phone calls between the two were also documented.

"Binion's property then became the leading issue. The estate claimed Sandra Murphy made off with his money, silver certificates and much else. She invoked her Fifth Amendment rights against self-incrimination and refused to answer questions regarding the matter in court.

"Finally, nine months after the death of Ted Binion, Sandra Murphy and Rick Tabish were arrested and charged with murder and other crimes. The next day others were arrested for involvement in a related kidnapping plot and attempting to pilfer Binion's millions in silver buried in Pahrump.

"The case really broke when a friend of Tabish's, Kurt Gratzer, began talking. He told investigators Tabish tried to recruit him to shoot Binion and he told of Binion's comments about possibly causing Binion to overdose. Gratzer of course was granted immunity.

"Sandra Murphy was released on $300,000 bail a couple weeks after the arrest. Tabish remains in jail. A week after Murphy was released she filed a $2 million lawsuit against Binion's estate. For services rendered and an agreement between her and Binion that he would financially support her for those services.

"The preliminary hearing for Murphy and Tabish began before a Justice of the Peace in mid-August. One interesting revelation was an expert witness, a respected doctor, testified on behalf of the estate that Binion suffocated rather than overdosed. Another interesting twist was the maid Mary who said Sandra had some thumbcuffs she said she planned to lend to a friend to get some money paid back. The thumbcuffs of course became an issue so considerable testimony and speculation in the hearing. Then the star witness Gratzer started vacillating and disputing his prior statements and lost his credibility. Very strange goings on.

"About 30 witnesses testified over two weeks at this hearing making all kinds of contradictory statements and it was all on live television. What a show, 'eh? As you know the hearing resulted in Sandra Murphy and Rick Tabish ordered to stand trial for murder and four others were charged with various other crimes. The standard for burden of proof at a preliminary hearing is 'slight or marginal evidence' as opposed to 'beyond a resonable doubt' for conviction at trial. They all were arraigned in District Court a few days later and all plead innocent.

"A week later Sandra Murphy petitioned the court to be tried separately from Rick Tabish and to be tried three separate times for each of the three charges she faces. That request was denied and Murphy and Tabish will be tried together tentatively beginning in March with proceedings to last an estimated three months. There have been many other sideshow developments such as the P.I., Tom Dilliard, suing the Las Vegas Tribune for defamation. This is like the neverending story and no doubt many other scintillating details will surface before and during the trial."

"Jack, you have quite the memory and attention for details," Kim interjected as he paused in conclusion.

"Yeah, well I am a Private Investigator, you know," he responded with a chuckle.

"But Jack, you forgot the black panties."

"Say what?"

"What part of black panties don't you understand?" Kim asked coyly.

Finally he understood. "Yes, I do remember black panties now. Well, you tell me about them. I'm a little too shy about such things. You know, talking to a beautiful woman I just met about a woman's underthings."

Kim laughed and related the episode. "Our girl Sandy went back to the slammer for awhile for violating house arrest requirements and somehow lost her black panties. Her theory is they were stolen by the prosecution of perform various tests for, well, just use your imagination. New kind of panty raid I guess. Jack, you also forgot to mention that one of the many prominent figures in this soap opera is named Wright but no relation to me. He's mighty white and as you can tell, I'm a gook nigger."

Jack looked quite taken back at the last remark. "Kim, could we change the subject? I'm tired of talking so much. You talk."

"No problem, Jack. I can talk and talk and talk. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Yeah, right! Let me tell you how I got all interested in this murder business. Like I said; Notre Dame. La Porte is not far from South Bend. La Porte's most famous person was the serial killer Belle Gunness. I began to accumulate every old newspaper article and book about Belle Gunness I could find. Belle is credited with at least fourteen murders and sometimes as many as one hundred.

"On April 28, 1908, Belle's residence in La Porte burned as did four bodies. A woman and three children had been murdered before the fire was started. The woman was not Belle as originally thought. Twelve more bodies were then found buried in the yard. Most of the victims were men who Belle had lured to La Porte with her love want ads. She took their money and possessions and then murdered them, usually with poison.

"These are the female serial killers who interest me the most, Jack, the ones who use sex to lure their victims into their trap. A woman's greatest bargaining tool I would say; her sensuality. And your Lilith, seems like, well, the ultimate femme fatale.

"Belle Gunness was never apprehended. Many believe she continued her murderous ways under various other names. When I came to Bloomington I soon discovered there had been seven seemingly related murders there in 1910 and 1911. Of course the evidence is sketchy when you go back that far but there seems to be sufficient evidence to conclude Belle committed those murders.

"The Aileen Wuornos case is usually brought up as the one which changed the nature of the typical serial killer profile. Many female serial killers have probably escaped apprehension because those investigating the murders were thinking men.

"Numerous serial killers such as Gerald Stano preyed on prostitutes. Stano was unusual in that he didn't have sex with the women, either voluntarily or involuntarily. Rather he just tortured them with slow and painful deaths. Stano simply hated bitches, which was his justification for forty-one known murders.

"The Alaskan serial killer Robert Hansen lured around twenty prostitutes, topless dancers and such to his cabin hide-a-way in the wilderness. After he had his sadistic sexual way with them he would set them loose in the woods and hunt them down and shoot them. His justification for his actions was on moral grounds. He was just teaching the ladies a lesson for their indiscretions.

"Aileen Wuornos turned the tables on the male serial killers who offed prostitutes. She is a bisexual prostitute who murdered her johns along deserted highways in central Florida. Once apprehended she confessed to disposing of seven men who picked her up hitch-hiking and then exchanged money for sex, then shot and robbed them and left their naked bodies beside their used condoms several miles from their abandoned cars.

Aileen hung out at a particular biker bar, The Last Resort Bar, where she spent her last night of freedom playing her favorite tune, Digging up Bones. I only mention that because your Lilith rides a Harley so I hear. Like Jeffrey Dahmer, Aileen has now become a born again Christian while in prison.

"Yes, Kim, but there is a big difference between Jeffrey Dahmer and Aileen Wuornos. Dahmer is dead. Another convict beat him to death and stuck a mop handle in his eye socket.

"But didn't he deserve it, born again or no? I mean, he did eat people and I mean in the culinary and not sexual sense, although he certainly did that too. A heart was found in his refrigerator and a penis was found in his lobster pot. And guess who is coming to dinner? Here's some jokes for you and don't say you didn't ask for it ...

Q: Why did the man who killed Dahmer in prison claim self defense?

A: He heard Jeffrey's stomach growl.

Q: What were Dahmer's last words to the guy who killed him?

A: 'Hey buddy, I used to eat guys like you for breakfast!'

Q: What did Dahmer say when the cops came to arrest him?

A: 'Come on guys, have a heart.'

Q: What did Jeffrey say to Lorena Bobbit?

A: 'You gonna eat that?'

Q: What did Jeffrey say to Pee Wee Herman?

A: 'Stop playing with your food!'

Q: What did Jeff say to his mother when she came over for dinner and kept

bitching at him with 'I hate all your friends' and such?

A: 'Try some of the salad.'

Q: Did you know Dahmer was an avid golfer?

A: They found buckets of balls in his closets.

Q: Why wouldn't Jeffrey ever give anyone a straight answer?

A: He found it necessary to always say, 'let me chew on it awhile.'

Q: What were the last words of all of Dahmer's victims?

A: 'Hey, eat me buddy!'

Q: What was Jeffrey Dahmer's last meal?

A: A pizza with everybody on it.

Q: What did they find when they did Dahmer's autopsy?

A: Jimmy Hoffa

Q: Why did Jeffrey say he kept testicles in the freezer?

A: He said 'Cuz sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.'

Q: What did Dahmer do if he didn't like his neighbors?

A: He scraped them off his plate.

Q: Why didn't Jeffrey like eating vegetables?

A: There wasn't room for the wheelchairs in his closet.

Q: What did Jeff say to O.J. in jail?

A: 'You show me yours and I'll show you theirs.'

Q: What did Jeffrey do after he dumped his girlfriend?

A: Wiped his butt."

"OK, OK, Kim, enough! That last one was totally disgusting. Dahmer died in jail, speaking of which, why were you in jail, exactly? I checked you out just like you checked me out. Two years ago you were arrested on an assault charge in Chicago and spent a night in jail. What was that all about?"

"Nothing much really. I was attending a seminar at the University of Chicago and was at a nightclub with some of the other attendees, who also happened to be black. We got in an argument with some redneck dudes and one called me a 'gook nigger' and my friends worse. I would have let the words and just chalked it up to him being a totally ignorant fat pig but then he copped a feel. So I kicked his ass. Yeah, I spent the rest of the night in a holding cell but the charges were dropped real quick once I started talking civil rights lawsuit. My girlfriend sprung me and she just happens to be an ACLU attorney. She was more pissed than I was about the incident. I never would have been arrested had I been white and the dude had been black. Anyway, my girlfriend and I decided not to legally pursue the matter and she got some special favors from the police."

Kim changed the subject from her back to the real bad girls. "With a few exceptions the female serial killers don't appear to be as sadistic and prone to such perverse activities as the men. You know, cannibalism and such. Dean Corll was one of the real wacko dudes. He murdered twenty some young men and boys and bit off their penises. A bag full of severed genitalia was found at his place. Isn't that what your Lilith does, sucks them off and I mean all the way off?"

"It appears that way, Kim," Jack replied. "Two young ladies in Phoenix I met while investigating the Moroski murder, who were into witchcraft and wicca, informed me that some witches practice penis-thievery."

"Yes, I know Jack. Their names were Jacqueline and Christa. I also talked to them; very talkative young ladies. What I can't believe is, they tell you they are witches, witches practice penis-thievery, and then you let them suck your cock?" Kim burst out laughing.

It took Jack several minutes to get over the shock of Kim's last statement. Finally he spoke, "Could we go back to the restaurant now? I missed lunch and my stomach is growling in case you can't hear."

Kim drove back to the Cipriani Restaurant and parked next to her Miata. They went inside and were seated immediately.

"What do you recommend?" Jack asked as he perused the menu.

"The Ciopino is delicious. Fisherman's stew is what it is. Shrimp, scallops, lobster and fresh fish. All bathed in blood, 'er I mean tomato broth."

"Sounds good to me. What's with the blood, Kim? I'm almost afraid to ask."

"Jack, will it bother you if I talk about blood before dinner?"

"No, no. I'm so hungry I could bite your neck. Talk away, Kim."

"Hey! You're funny, Jack. Who would have guessed?"

The waiter brought their drinks and Kim took a sip of her rum and coke and stared at Jack. He wondered what she looked like naked and was somewhat amazed at his incredible good fortune in meeting extraordinarily beautiful and intelligent young women as of late.




Prey For Me Ch. 08



"Alrighty then," Kim began, "Let's talk about Countess Elizabeth Bathory. I don't suppose you ever read the book ‘Dracula Was a Woman’ by Raymond McNally? The author said Bram Stoker was very much interested in the legend of Elizabeth Bathory. How about ‘The Blood Countess’ by Codrescu? Is that on your reading list?

"Elizabeth was a Hungarian Countess born in 1560. A descendant of Vlad the Impaler and related to Istvan Bathory, prince of Transylvania. At age 15 she married Count Ferenc Nadasdy and they lived in a castle, Csejthe. In her early twenties she began to bathe in and drink blood of virgin girls as a means to assure her internal life and beauty. She had more than 600 girls murdered by her henchmen and drained of blood.

"In 1610 Elizabeth's castle was raided by suspecting authorities. Fifty bodies were buried under the castle. Dead girls and even live ones pierced with holes were discovered inside. Her punishment was solitary confinement. Her room was walled up by stonemasons but for a small hole to pass food through. Stonemasons who became the Freemasons they were. Rumor has it they were bewitched by Elizabeth. She died four years later in that room.

"Elizabeth's diary was discovered and in it she documented 612 deaths. She wrote of torture and how the girls were stuck with pins and cut with scissors to let the blood flow. Often they would be hung by the ceiling and Elizabeth would shower in blood. All records regarding her were sealed for over a hundred years and mention of her name was forbidden in Hungary."

"Kim, speaking of Freemasons, what do you know about Freemasons or Albert Pike?" Jack asked, as it appeared Kim was momentarily out of breath and words.

Their conversation was only interrupted briefly by the arrival of dinner which was personally delivered by Maitre D' Lino and Chef Luigi. "How are you Miss Wright?" Luigi asked. He knew her from her previous visits and her past life as a newspaper reporter. "And you Mr. Davis?" He knew him by reputation. "Please enjoy your dinner. Can we talk to you later? Preferably after 10:00 when we close and everyone will be gone."

Jack looked at Kim and she nodded in approval so he responded, "Sure. Whenever you are finished with business bring us a late dessert, a bottle of brandy and whatever you gentlemen would like. Put it on my bill."

"No, no, Mr. Davis," Lino insisted. "This one is on us. Please." Jack reluctantly shook his head indicating agreement.

"What do you suppose they want?" Kim asked after she had taken a few mouthfuls.

"I don't know, Kim, and I'm not sure I care. I'd like to reciprocate somehow for this absolutely delicious fish stew we are eating for free. What did you call this stuff? Now where were we? I think I asked you a question. Do you remember what it was?"

"This stuff is called Ciopino. I remember what you asked about Freemasons and Albert Pike. I know the stories. You see, I am very much a Civil War and black history buff. I could tell you the story of how the black Buffalo Soldiers kicked the Indians' asses but that's a long story."

"Well, I certainly wish you would tell me, Kim. I have a new friend named Caitlin Cornplanter, a Seneca, and I'm sure I could impress her with that story. In fact, you remind me a lot of her. So bright and funny and curious and very pretty. Can't forget the pretty part. You tell me your story and I'll tell you an interesting story about Bram Stoker."

"Sure, Jack, but not now. I'm starting to feel all warm and toasty. Dunno if it's the wine, the atmosphere or the company. Speaking of the company, thank you for the compliments, you dog. Let's lighten up the conversation a bit. I'm a sports nut, believe it or not. Football, basketball, boxing and just about everything else. Let's talk about boxing. I mean, this is Vegas and I have attended a few big fights here."

They spent the next hour and more arguing about boxing. Kim kept insisting that Roy Jones Jr. could beat anybody, heavyweights included.

"But Jack, Roy has the perfect style to beat any of those heavyweights, Lennox Lewis included. He doesn't rely on the jab. He could just stand at a distance and take his pot shots. He is so quick. I don't think a big heavyweight could hit him much."

"Maybe, Kim, but if one of those big guys leans and lays all over Roy and roughs him up, I think he would be in real trouble. This isn't like George Foreman getting the rope-a-dope. He and Muhammad Ali were about the same size. Some of these heavyweights weigh seventy-five pounds more than Roy and are much taller. It would be like me fighting you."

"You want to try, smart ass?" Kim joked. "I might be a lot more to handle than you can possibly imagine."

"Now that I do believe, Kim," Jack responded with a grin.

"Well anyway, Jack, Roy is so dominant his fights are boring. There is no light-heavyweight, or cruiser-weight, who could come close to beating him. He should just get it on and rumble with the big dudes. Now that would generate some interest. I repeat what I said before. I think a much lighter guy who is a true boxer can't beat a much bigger guy. Roy has the style, quickness and power that could beat anybody as long as it doesn't turn into a wrestling match."

It was about 10:30 and Luigi and Lino walked over with desert and bottles in hand. "This is Tiramisu," Luigi announced as he placed it before Jack and Kim. Traditional Italian trifle with ladyfingers, expresso, mascarpone cream and imported liqueur."

Kim took a quick taste and exclaimed, "This is delicious. Oh my, I gonna get fat!" she whined as she really dug in.

"Would you two sit down?" Jack ordered. "Now, what's on your mind?"

"This will really sound stupid, Mr. Davis," Lino began, "but we don't care. We want you to find our stolen motorcycles."

Jack laughed. "What are their names, Peggy and Sue?"

"That's close," Luigi responded. "We love our motorcycles."

Jack was getting a real kick out of these guys and couldn't stop his fit of laughter. It was just the so serious look on their faces. Kim was too busy with the Tiramisu to pay much attention. Jack pushed his dish over to her and her face lit up like a little girl blowing out her birthday candles.

"OK, OK, you two, tell me the story and try not to make it too melodramatic." Jack took out his notebook and also his handkerchief to wipe his teary eyes.

Lino explained, "Our motorcycles were stolen two weeks ago. Mine is a 1957 Harley Davidson FLH Hydro-Glide and Luigi's is a 1956 Harley Davidson FL Panhead. Here are pictures and all the details. Of course we reported the thefts to the police and our insurance company. We don't want money. We want our motorcycles back."

"You see, Mr. Davis," Luigi added, " we have owned those Harleys since 1957 when we purchased them brand spanking new. Lino and I are childhood friends. We joined the Army together, served in Korea together, saved our money and bought those motorcycles, which we have been riding for more than 30 years. We had them before we had our wives."

Lino interrupted, "And we got more rides on those Harleys than we did our wives. As Luigi says, 'why didn't they steal my wife?' and such."

Jack was really cracking up now. He couldn't help it. These guys were funnier than most of the hotshot comics in Vegas. He gritted his teeth and said, "OK, tell me exactly how your motorcycles were stolen."

"It was exactly two weeks ago today," Lino elaborated. "Here is a copy of the report and the claim report we filled out for the insurance company. Luigi and I meet every morning at 9:00 at the McDonalds a couple blocks from my house. Right, two connoisseurs of fine food eat breakfast there. It's the American way. We read our papers, munch on hash browns and drink coffee for an hour and then head over here. We have been doing this the same way every day for years. Somebody was most likely watching our routine. This thing was planned."

Luigi took over. "We parked our motorcycles in the lot in back like we always do. There are people coming and going all the time and it's not like somebody could steal two Harleys without being seen. And the two guys who did this were seen. They were very large men with long hair and they looked like bikers. Dressed in leather, black dusters with a scorpion insignia on the back according to witnesses."

All of a sudden Jack wasn't laughing anymore and this was getting serious. He held up his hand for Luigi to pause. "Slow down a little. I'm taking notes here."

"OK, Mr. Davis," Luigi continued at a slower pace, "these two guys pulled up in a big black Ford truck, a F250 Super Duty Club Cab, according to one witness. He said it's known as the Testosterone Truck. They didn't have a ramp or anything. They just picked up our Harleys and put them on their truck. This all took about two minutes and happened around noon. That's about all we know. The police haven't found out anything."

"Please take this case, Mr. Davis," Lino pleaded. "We'll pay whatever you ask. Money is not the issue here."

"Well, guys, tell me what else besides the Ciopino is on the menu."

"Huh?" both men blurted out.

"Tell me what else is one the menu for dinner I said." Even Kim was paying attention now after having finished off both desserts.

Luigi recited the menu. "We have Seafood Risotto. Jumbo shrimp and scallops with baby squid sauteed with garlic, pine nuts, sun dried tomatoes and arborio rice. We have Salmon alla Griglia. Fileted de-boned fresh Alaskan salmon grilled in a special house seasoning and topped with vinaigrette sauce. We have Scaloppini di Vitello alla Zingara. Veal medallions sauteed with herbs, a touch of cognac, fresh mushrooms, leeks and capers."

"Jack, Jack, I'm still hungry," Kim whispered.

"OK, you two guys, here's the deal," Jack stated with finality. "I don't want your money. I want to eat dinner here whenever I want, for free, and I want to bring my friends. You keep track of the bill. When and if I find your motorcycles and return them to you, we are even. If I don't find them then I pay you whatever the bill is. How's that sound?"

Lino and Luigi were practically sobbing with gratitude as they thanked Jack. Kim was giggling uncontrollably and didn't stop until they were outside and standing by their cars.

"Jack, you haven't even told me what I want to know about Lilith. You distracted me. Can we go somewhere else and talk?"

"How about Pahrump?"

"What?"

"I'm leaving for Pahrump in the morning when the sun rises. Do you want to go with me?"

"Yes! But why would you take me with you?"

"I'll make you an offer perhaps you can't refuse, Kim. You said I could trust you. OK. I think I can. How would you like to work for me? I need some help. My friends Brett and Caitlin will be back for New Years to work on this with me, but I need help now. I'll pay you whatever you made at the paper. And I'll give you the scoop. You'll know what I know. All I ask of you is that you do not disclose any information to anyone without clearing it with me first. When this is over you can write whatever you want. I won't try to censor you in any way."

"The scoop, huh? And you'll pay me? I would have done it for free. What time are you picking me up in the morning?"

"Let's make it 6:00. Where are you staying?"

Kim took out a pen and a slip of paper and wrote down the address. "I stay with my girlfriend Andrea and her husband when I'm in Vegas. I don't really want to spend the money on an apartment when I'm off in Bloomington or somewhere else much of the time."

"Well, Kim, it has been my pleasure and I'll see you in the morning."

Kim kissed him fondly on the cheek and squeezed Jack's arm. "I'm really looking forward to this adventure. There is so much you are not telling me. But you will. I'm willing to negotiate. Good night."

Jack wondered about the "willing to negotiate" comment all the way back to his hotel and until he fell asleep. She said it so seductively. Kim reminded him of a beautiful black exotic cat. A Panther perhaps. Definitely dangerous and a man-eater.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 09



Pt. IX: Assignations


Jack called Caitlin before he left for Pahrump. It was 5:30 a.m. his time which meant 8:30 her time. He excused his failure to be there as he said he would be when she called with the report of the urgent message from Sam Hanson. Jack briefly reported on the two new additions to the list of women who mysteriously disappeared, Candace Pike Martin and Roxanne "Blue Duck" Alexander. Jack said he was next going to Pahrump to talk to Joshua Marshall, Rachael and Caitlin’s Native American friend, Nathaniel, the first persons to see the tall strangers and Lilith. He mentioned the stolen Harleys and suggested the perpetrators might have headed back exactly the way they came from, via way of Pahrump and Joshua’s place.

"That makes perfect sense to me, Jack," Caitlin responded to his report. "Back to the desert. Just the possibility we talked about. Well, please call me when you get back, or whatever, but stay in touch. I’m looking forward to returning to Vegas for New Years and helping you with the case. It’s so strange and intriguing. I miss you already. Can I schedule an assignation with you?"

"I miss you too, Caitlin." Jack was feeling just a little guilty about Carmelita and the instant attraction he had toward Kim. "And whatever exactly an assignation is, I think I have an idea, I’ll be looking forward with great anticipation to whatever you have in mind."

At 6:00 Jack pulled in the driveway of the address Kim had given him. She immediately came running out of the house. "Unbelievable; a woman who is on time," Jack mumbled to himself as she approached his car.

"Good morning, Jack," Kim said warmly as she opened the door and entered his Mercedes.

"Hi, Kim. It will take us around an hour to get to Pahrump, depending on the traffic. I have a lot to tell you before we get there. You said you wanted to know about Lilith, so I’ll begin. When we talk to Joshua, much more will fall into place for you. On the way home I’ll fill in any blanks you still have. By the end of the day you will know what I know. I promise. A person has to trust somebody and I have decided to trust you. Besides, you are working for me now."

"This Joshua Marshall who we are soon to visit was the first to see our Lilith. He and his little galpal Rachael, and old Indian buddy Nathaniel. They were also the first to meet Lilith’s associate, Danel, a tall Harley riding ‘locust.’ Danel is one of several of a band of ‘locusts.’ The strangest motorcycle gang I have ever heard tell of." He proceeded to tell Kim the entire story. From the accounts of Joshua, Rachael and Nathaniel and the disappearance of Rachael’s mother, Laurie Johnston, to the similar disappearances of Alicia Dunn, Kathleen Murray, Rebecca Ziegler, Candace Pike Martin and Roxanne Alexander.

Kim listened in awe and scribbled notes. When Jack paused, she just shook her head and blurted, "This story is just incredible!"

"Yeah it is," Jack replied. "You already know about the three Lilith murders. I suspect there may be activities by our Lilith we do not yet know about. I also suspect there may be more women who have mysteriously disappeared we likewise do not yet know about."

They arrived in Pahrump and Joshua and Nathaniel were anxiously waiting for them. Rachael had left for school.

Jack warmly greeted Joshua and Nathaniel and introduced Kim. "I’m glad in a way that Rachael is not here. I’d sure like to see her and may hang around until she gets home from school. I don’t think what we are going to talk about is subject matter for an eleven year old." Jack had been talking with Joshua occasionally by phone, updating him on what was happening. He had not yet told Joshua of the last disappearances, Candace and Roxanne, so he related that story while relying on his notes as necessary.

Joshua did not seem the least bit surprised. "I know what you are going to ask, Jack. I did see the two women, I’m sure of that. I saw the four of them riding the two Harleys you described, the Softails, the red with blue flame trike and the other one with a sidecar. Who could miss them? They rode right past here."

Jack explained the theory suggested by Caitlin that they were heading into the desert, Death Valley. "When Brett and Caitlin return to Las Vegas around New Years we just might venture into the desert and look for them. Depends on what happens between now and then."

The four of them talked for hours about various aspects of the case. Nathaniel expounded to Kim about his various Lilith theories. Then he began telling her of the Olmec. He told her how his ancestors came to North America across the Bering Strait many thousands of years ago. He told her of how his people and the Iroquois defeated the Olmec and drove them south. He told her of how the Olmec, the giants, built pyramids and ate human flesh and were obsessed with skulls and bones and symbols of death. He told her of how they were also obsessed with phallic symbols.

"The Olmec were the earliest civilization in Mesoamerica, concentrated mainly in the Mexican provinces of Veracruz and Tabasco. No one can pinpoint exactly when they first existed, somewhere around 1500 BC, give or take a few centuries. They painted murals in caves and sculpted jade. Perhaps the most incredible legacy of the Olmecs is the colossal stone heads now on display in La Venta Park, an outdoor museum. Some of these heads are over ten feet high and weigh over twenty tons.

"La Venta was the Olmec’s principal place of ceremony and worship. There you will find the remnants of a three hundred-foot pyramid. The Olmec who built this and other similar pyramids were gigantic men of deformed stature, or so the legends say. Much like the legends surrounding the construction of the pyramids in Egypt."

Jack didn’t seem to be getting any new insights from the discussion. He excused himself to use Joshua’s phone to check his messages and had one from Thomas Peterson, a name he recognized.

Thomas Peterson’s message indicated he wanted to see Jack as soon as possible regarding an urgent confidential matter. Jack knew that he was Chief Executive Officer of International Indemnity, an insurance and financial conglomerate. Jack also knew he was a major contributor to Governor Daniel Bridge's campaigns and other political endeavors and also played a more important role as far as the governor was concerned. Jack reflected on what he had heard about the governor. The rumors in Vegas were that Peterson arranged assignations for the governor; wild and kinky sex with beautiful young women. He, as the stories went, often paid these women several thousand dollars for a few hours of accommodating the governor's increasingly bizarre fantasies. The governor had become impatient of late because he was becoming bored with the usual fare of Vegas dancers and strippers.

Daniel Bridge was in his second and last term as governor of a large eastern state. Everyone knew of his vice presidential aspirations for 2000. He was thought by many to be the most interesting person in national Republican politics other than the presidential candidates themselves. If they only knew just how interesting he was. The current political thinking was that if the GOP should not win the White House, the governor would go back into his favored underdog position and run for president himself in 2004.

The governor, members of his staff and the rest of his menagerie had been in Silicon Valley investigating various hardware and software alternative strategies that the governor could employ on a statewide basis, or nationally if the opportunity arose. Thomas Peterson had initially suggested the ploy to garner national media attention and as a jab at that candidate from the other party who claimed he invented the Internet. Peterson also had set up a weekend in Redmond, Washington at the unearthly $50 million abode of the world’s richest person and most famous CEO.

Governor Bridge, Thomas Peterson, and their cronies and security people were staying in a famous hotel overlooking the Strip and adjacent to the Las Vegas Convention Center. They occupied the entire top floor, mostly for security purposes. The governor's suite alone cost Peterson over $1,500 a night.

"Kim, we have to go," Jack demanded as he interrupted her conversation with Nathaniel. They immediately embarked on the return trip to Las Vegas to meet Thomas Peterson at Café Nicolle where Peterson said in the message he would be waiting, all night if necessary. The message also said he had been in contact with Sam Hanson, who urged him to talk to Jack, who he knew only by reputation.

An hour later Kim and Jack walked into Café Nicolle and to the outside dining area where they found Peterson. Sitting under an umbrella near the Mediterranean fountain, he was absorbed in files he was reading. No one else was outside which Jack immediately realized that Peterson must have arranged for privacy purposes.

Brief introductions were made and Kim and Jack sat. "Let me get right to the point, Mr. Davis. I am representing Governor Thomas Bridge in a certain very confidential and sensitive matter. It is related to the case you are currently investigating, involving a woman known as Lilith. We believe Governor Bridge is about to be blackmailed."

Peterson handed Jack a check for $25,000. "This is an incentive for you to take our case. Over and above your normal fee and expenses."

"Mr. Peterson," Jack replied, "I will accept your case under certain conditions. First, you will tell me everything you know, and if I ask a question, you will give me a straight answer. And if you avoid my questions or fail to disclose information, you are history, governor or no governor. I also may need to speak to Governor Bridge himself at some point."

"Agreed Mr. Davis."

"Fine then. Let’s get started. Tell me your story. First, though, Ms. Wright and I are hungry. I have the feeling this is going to be a rather long tale." Jack beckoned the waiter.

"Dinner is on me, of course," Peterson insisted. He selected a bottle of Bollini Riserva white wine and Badia A Coltibuono red wine. Kim ordered the gulf shrimp and peared scallops, Jack the lamb chops a la greque and Thomas the swordfish arugula.

Peterson began the story. "Governor Bridge has received a video tape from his very strange liaison with this Lilith. What I am about to tell you are details from that tape, and from the governor’s account of the incident, which he has told only to me. Also of my own conversations with Lilith."

"We spotted this Lilith strolling through the Comdex exhibits on November 16th. She was beyond description were our first thoughts because she looked like an angel but yet like a devil. Extraordinarily beautiful she was, but dangerous looking. Eyes followed her like magnets. Very tall, well over six foot in those spiked heels. Platinum blonde hair although I was pretty sure it was a wig. Green eyes and a strange beauty mark on her forehead. Wearing an incredible neon green lace dress with a g-string. You could see right through it; absolutely stunning.

"I approached her at the insistence of the governor and handed her five one hundred dollar bills along with my business card and said the money was for a brief conversation. I asked her to give me her vital statistics, so to speak, in twenty-five words or less.

"The woman introduced herself as Eileen MacGregor and produced identification, although she said her professional name was Lilith. She said she was a model from AdultDex, which was going on at the same time as Comdex. This lady said she starred in very exclusive porn films that were only available to select clientele. I asked her if she did kinky. Her response was, ‘I am a Baobhan Sith, an evil Scottish fairie who appears as a beautiful young woman dressed in green who dances with a man until he is exhausted and then feeds upon him.’ I knew I had found the right one and that the governor would be very pleased. I made arrangements with this Lilith for the next night because she insisted she had prior commitments for the remainder of the day. At this point I told her no details other than I would pay her $10,000 for an evening’s adventure.

"I asked this Lilith to meet me in the hotel's nightclub at 9:00 PM and to ask for my table. I was anxiously staring at my Rolex and fidgeting nervously because the governor does not like to be kept waiting. Finally she made her grand appearance at 9:30 PM. She was wearing an elegant designer green satin, floor-length dress with a plunging "V" lace back. Slit high in front and strapless, with a sweetheart neckline, it left her shoulders beautifully bare. An Iron Cross on a chain hung from her neck. I could tell it was authentic and recognized it as the 1939 edition by the swastika although I could not actually read the date without my glasses.

"I was mesmerized and almost speechless at the sight of this demonic diva. The color of the satin dress matched her eyes perfectly I thought; flaming green. I got right to business because he knew the governor would be angry because of the delay.

"I slipped Lilith the envelope containing the $10,000, ‘I want you to entertain my friend the governor. Discretion is of utmost importance. We agreed on kinky. I'll leave the details of that requirement to what I assume is your unimaginable imagination. Should this evening prove, well, mutually rewarding, there could be future assignations.’ She had this look on her face, which I can only describe as deadly.

"Lilith stared me down, smirked seductively and replied, ‘This will be a night your friend the governor will never forget.’ I was not about to debate with this one about anything. I can never remember being so intimidated by someone.

"But at the same time I was incredibly attracted to her. I sighed and thought if only it were me who was about to enjoy whatever divine revelations this very strange and very exotic beauty had in mind. I warned her about what was next. ‘I have no doubt. When we get up to the governor's room you will be searched by security, patted down. Your purse, anything you want to remove now?’ Again, she seemed to be laughing at me and not with me if you know what I mean.

"Lilith replied with a mocking impish grin, ‘Well, what about my, you know, special equipment?’ Out of her very large purse, it was more like a small suitcase, she pulled out the prisoner of love set of four fur and satin cuffs and the wrist to thigh restraints. And then the 18" round braided cat o-nine whip. An artillery shell butt plug, an oriental love ring, a strap-on dildo and various other interesting items were included in her arsenal. I suspect she had already slipped the miniature-tube, color lipstick video camera into the crotch of her fishnet suspender pantyhose.

"I asked, laughing carefully, ‘And what are you going to do with those? That’s nothing the security people haven’t seen before. I just want to make sure you don’t have a gun or drugs or a tape recorder or some such thing in your purse.’ She just nodded and now had this cold detached look in her eyes.

"We went up to the top floor. Lilith passed the security check with flying colors and flashing tits. It may have been slipping the top of her dress down to her waist and demanding, ‘Search me!’ which melted the ice and the business-like look on the faces of these hard cases. She left the governor’s security and other staff who caught her act gasping for breath.

"I opened the door to the governor’s room, let Lilith enter and shut the door behind her. I went back down to the nightclub and sat at the bar, nursing a scotch and soda, puzzled and mulling over something Lilith had said. A bible quotation as I recall. Something about the life of the soul resides in the blood. I chuckled to myself. If I believed in vampires she would have been a likely candidate is what I was thinking at that moment; an evil Scottish fairie who feeds on men indeed.

"The following account of events, again, is what I have pieced together from what the governor told me and my review of the videotape. It is a rather incredible story.

"Daniel Bridge was stunned by the entrance of this woman into his room. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged. He was grasping for words when she spoke first, ‘My name is Lilith. Mistress Darkness to you.’

"Daniel is fairly tall, six foot four inches. Lilith was taller in her five-inch patent leather spikes. He is fifty-four and prides himself on his physical condition. She pushed him effortlessly against the wall, grabbed him by the necktie and ground her lips against his. He could taste his own blood on his tongue.

"Daniel said ‘Lil, Lilith … ’ is all he could stammer.

"Clutching him by the throat with both hands, she pushed his head up and spat in his face, ‘My name is Mistress Darkness.’ She bit his neck hard and he could feel her teeth puncture his skin and he could see the blood dripping on his white shirt.

"Suddenly Lilith released him and startled him with, ‘Let’s dance! But first some of that champagne?’ and she pointed to the ice bucket. Opening the bottle and pouring two glasses, she slipped the juice of the emerald green blister beetle, the cantharis vesicatoria, into his drink. It was a rather large dosage of the Spanish Fly, and she anticipated it would not take very long to begin to have an effect. We know it was Spanish Fly, because we had the residue tested after the incident.

"Lilith flipped on the TV to MTV and started gyrating to ‘Got Cha Money’ by Ol’ Dirty Bastard. ‘Say hey! Baby I got cha money. Say hey! Baby I got cha money,’ she sang as she danced. Daniel was soon doing the same. ‘Breathe and Stop’ by Q-tip was next and Lilith picked up the pace. Fifteen minutes later Daniel was exhausted from trying to follow her lead and sat on the bed to catch his breath.

"Daniel said her next words were, ‘Mistress Darkness demands you take off your clothes. All of them.’ She helped him off with his shirt and pants and pulled his boxer shorts off in a smooth motion as he lifted his legs. Just as quickly and smoothly Lilith had him in the cuffs and wrist to thigh restraints before he even had time to think about what was happening.

"Next she commanded, ‘Stay there on the bed. Don’t move!’ Lilith retrieved the oriental love ring with the dangling ties for scrotum stimulation from her bag. Daniel’s penis was soft now due more to fear and apprehension than lack of interest. She easily slipped on the cock ring and began to suck him slowly and softly until he began to show signs of life. Once he was sufficiently rigid she stopped. She stood up and slipped off the green satin dress; no bra. Daniel stared at her ripe breasts with lustful admiration is what he told me and said the very erect tips of her nipples seemed to be pointing right at him saying ‘suck me’ and he did. Who wouldn’t?

"Lilith reached in the front of her fishnet suspender pantyhose and pulled out the miniature tube lipstick video camera and set it on the dresser facing the bed and turned it on. Daniel began to protest and she slapped his face hard. ‘Do not speak unless Mistress Darkness commands you to do so,’ she ordered and punched him in the ribs with a left hook.

"The platinum blonde wig came off next and Lilith let her long black shining tresses flow down her back and over her shoulders. She put the wig on the governor and adjusted it. Next she fetched the real tube of bright red lipstick from her bag and colored his lips. Then she pulled out the black silk brassiere and stuffed it with wash cloths from the bathroom. ‘Oh my, governor," she cooed at him as she put it on him, "don’t you just make a sweet little thing! I think I’m going to bang you silly. Your name is now Danielle and you are going to get it right up the bum, girlfriend.’ Daniel said this is the point he actually began to be apprehensive.

"The governor began to protest again. Lilith slapped him harder and screamed, ‘I said shut up, bitch! Now get on all fours on the bed, stick your ass up in the air and stay that way.’ She laid a few strokes with the whip across his bare bottom as he yelped in pain. Red welts soon appeared on his pale skin.




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"Daniel said, then she really began to mock him. ‘Oh poor baby! Poor Danielle! Did Mistress Darkness hurt you? I’ll make it all better.’ Next she got the jar of cold cream, coated her hands and began to massage it into his buns and over the welts, cooling the burn. Dipping into the jar with her middle finger, she pulled it out thoroughly coated and with a big dab on the tip. ‘Let me ask you, Danielle my dearest, did you ever take it up the bum?’ Now Daniel was really getting frightened and actually began to pray is what he told me.

"Lilith ran her white finger down his crack and thrust it wickedly into his puckered hole as he cried out in shock. ‘Oh, I can tell. Somebody has been spreading your cheeks, girlfriend.’ Twisting her finger back and forth and pushing it further and further inside him, she said, ‘You got room for a big bad dick. We are going to find out just how big!’ Daniel said he never felt so close to death.

"Then Lilith brought out the artillery shell butt plug. It was made of soft, resilient golden jelly. She inserted it into the governor’s already well-lubricated rectal cavity. As she teased and tortured his nerve clusters and prostate, she told him stories.

"Lilith began with, ‘You know, of course, that in some societies anal rape of a defeated male enemy was considered almost the duty of the victor in battle as proof of the finality of the defeat. A male who is humiliated in this manner can no longer rule. He must defer to the rule of the one who has subdued him.’ All he could do was nod his head.

"The wild woman continued, ‘Lawrence of Arabia was afforded such treatment when he was captured by the Turks; only one of many such episodes throughout history. It all goes back to Sodom and Gomorrha. Nephilim who survived the Flood, descendents of the fallen angels and the first Lilith and her sisters, developed an obsessive compulsion for sodomy. Are you familiar with the 19th chapter of Genesis? Lot offers up his two virgin daughters to dissuade the Sodomites but they are more interested in homosexual relations with the two strangers. And now it’s your turn to be humiliated, governor, and from this day on Mistress Darkness will be your master.’ Daniel said he just continued to nod profusely.

"Out of Lilith’s bag now came the strap-on harness and she put it on and securely fastened the huge ding dong dildo. She got up on behind the governor. He had slumped down slightly, and she screamed, ‘Get your ass up in the air, bitch!’ and he did quickly. ‘Now, I want you to beg. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you over and over and over. If you stop I will hurt you.’ The governor began to chant the required words. ‘Louder, Danielle, you fucking slut. You dumb cunt. Louder!’ He complied.

"Lilith kept pounding away in the governor’s ass, at the same time biting his neck and ears until they bled. With her left hand she steadied the monster she was sticking inside him and reached her other long arm underneath him and stroked his cock with her right hand. He was squealing and squirming and whimpering but, being restrained as he was and because of her strength and frenzied energy, he had no chance of shaking loose from the brutal butt bumping he was enduring.

"Finally it became obvious to Lilith that despite the pain and humiliation, the governor was close to orgasm. ‘Oh oh, is Danielle gonna cum? Hold on honey, not just yet.’ She suddenly pulled the monster dildo out and took it off quickly. Sliding beneath him, she licked and nibbled the tip of his cock and demanded, ‘Fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth hard!’

"Lilith opened those luscious inviting lips to accept him and he thrust down her throat as far as he could in some sort of act of revenge. Best he could muster at the moment. He is quite well endowed and said he was amazed his entire cock disappeared. He pounded her mouth hard just as she had pounded his ass. Faster and faster and harder and harder until he exploded down her throat as he screamed in ecstasy with the most intense and incredible orgasm he had ever experienced, or so he told me.

"As he began to cum Lilith bit the base of his cock and shook her head violently like a tiger dispensing with a chunk of raw meat. She released the grip with her teeth and pulled his bleeding member in and out of her mouth as he came and came and she licked and swallowed every bit of it.

"Lilith pushed him off her face and onto his side on the bed. Quickly dressing, she yanked the platinum blonde wig from the governor and put it back on her own head. She turned off the miniature tube-lipstick video camera and put it back down the front of her fishnet suspender pantyhose. Then she removed the envelope containing the $10,000 from her purse and threw it on the bed and walked out the door, leaving the governor in his state of restraint.

"A security guard escorted her down the elevator and into the lobby. He made a call and the valet brought her transportation to the front entrance. She put on her classic German army helmet with the Y-strap, hiked up her dress and mounted her 1951 Panhead and roared off into the night.

"The governor was wondering when he would hear from Lilith again and now he has. All we received was a copy of the tape. No demands have yet been made."

Jack Davis stood and beckoned Kim to go. "Mr. Peterson, let me think on this and sort it all out. I may need to view the videotape, but I think I pretty well get the picture. What I will need immediately is for you to have some stills made of this Lilith I can use to facilitate identification." Peterson nodded and Jack and Kim departed.

"Jack," Kim asked, "What do you suppose that was all about? The other victims were murdered. This one was not."

"Kim, there is something about the motive for this Lilith’s activities we are missing here. We still don’t know what it is she is really after. Information it appears from the three men she murdered. What else could it be? The encounter with Governor Bridge may have been just seizing an opportunity on her part rather than being planned. That’s the way I see it. Her primary objective the day she met Thomas Peterson was not the governor. It was Miyuki Huang."

"Yes, I suppose so, Jack. Lilith wasn’t interested in the governor’s money, at least not a paltry $10,000. She must have a much larger dollar amount in mind or she will ask for some other concession. Perhaps information I would guess. Perhaps she will ask that the governor exert some political influence for one reason or another. There also must be some link between Masterson and Mr. Huang. Some connection; something the three shared."

"Well, Kim, I’m going to head back to my hotel and see if I can get in touch with Brett and Caitlin and see if they have any bright ideas. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure I would, Jack. Sound like fun to me."

Upon returning to his hotel, Jack was able to get in touch with Brett who said he would track down Caitlin and set up a conference call as soon as he could find her. Jack told Brett he would wait in the room until he called back.

"Kim," Jack requested more than insisted, "when Brett calls back I’ll put on the speaker but please just listen and don’t say anything. The only reason I ask is because I don’t want to take the time right now to explain who you are. Let’s wait until they get here, OK?"

Kim nodded in agreement. "I understand. Don’t want to waste time on introductions when there are more important matters to discuss. Jack?"

"Yes, Kim?"

"I wouldn’t mind spending the night with you."

"I wouldn’t mind spending the night with you either, Kim."

Brett interrupted their conversation with his return call. Caitlin was also on the line via conference call. Jack was informed them of the latest developments concerning Governor Bridge.

Next Brett proceeded to tell Jack and Caitlin some other stories he had heard about the governor. "The governor has been involved in several unsavory sexual escapades. The rumor is he once engaged in a brief assignation with a high school cheerleader who was underage. Her parents got wind of the sordid affair and are now quite financially well off. Apparently the governor thinks he can buy himself out of just about any kind of jam. The press has not given much play to any of the rumors."

Caitlin added, "Yes, I’ve heard many of the stories also. The way I hear it the saga of Monica pales in comparison to the no good the good governor is usually up to. Not only that, I have heard the governor’s wife has been involved in a long time lesbian relationship. Perhaps that is why she doesn’t pay much attention to his hanky panky. But I’ll bet he hasn’t told her about all the money he spends to keep his indiscretions quiet."

Just then there was a knock at the door. It was Sam Hanson.

Kim let Sam in and he blurted, "Jack! There has been another Lilith murder. This one just happened."

Jack told Brett and Caitlin what Sam said and hung up, saying he would get back to them in the morning.

"Let’s roll, Sam," Jack said with excitement. He knew he didn’t even have to ask Kim if she was coming because she was the first one out the door.

Brett and Caitlin stayed on the line talking to each other after Jack had hung up. "Brett, I’m not waiting for New Years. I’m on my way back to Las Vegas soon, Brett. I don’t know when except for soon. I can’t take much more of this suspense without being in on the action. What about you?"

"No, I can’t. My wife would divorce me and my kids would disown me if I missed Christmas with them. I’ll have to wait until after New Years. But if you decide for sure to go, please call me and let me know what’s going on."

"You know I will, Brett. I’m much more talkative than Jack is. You know what Jack was just saying about what exactly is this Lilith’s motive? I’ll just bet you this latest murder just might shed more light on that. Motive. If only we knew. Goodnight, Brett."

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 10



Pt. X: Motive


Kim and Jack road to the scene of the fourth Lilith murder in Sam Hanson's Cadillac. It was a brand new Catera Sport. Ebony on the outside; and charcoal soft leather on the inside. Jack sat in the back and rather liked the way it handled. Sam rambled about all the features and specifications and Jack wondered why he did not get to the more pressing business at hand. He soon got an inkling as Sam headed up Route 95. Jack had a feeling this was going to be a long ride.

Sam filled them in on the way. "Dr. Michael Lewiston was Controller of the Desert Research Institute, commonly referred to as the DRI. The DRI was created more than forty years ago by an act of the legislature to be part of the University of Nevada. In 1968 the DRI became an autonomous nonprofit division of the University and Community College System which includes the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, the University of Nevada, Reno, the Community College of Southern Nevada, Great Basin College, Truckee Meadows Community College and Western Nevada Community College.

"The DRI is principally involved in international environmental research and employs several hundred scientists and technicians. Many graduate students, particularly doctoral candidates work on funded research projects in conjunction with obtaining their degrees.

"Of course the DRI is involved in anthropology and archeological research, in addition to paleaecology, vadose zone hydrology and the like. Not that I know much about all that. I got that terminology from Dr. Lewiston's staff. What I do know is that this late doctor was somewhat involved in ongoing projects in Mexico, California and Egypt. He also was in frequent contact with professors at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem and Alquads University.

"The doctor in his position as Controller also was ultimately responsible for the Operation of the Office of Technology Transfer. The mission of that office is to facilitate the dissemination of DRI research results and also to generate income to perpetuate innovative solutions to global problems.

"We are on our way to Reno where we will find the beginnings of the Dandini Research Park, a research and development park overlooking the city and surrounded by snow covered mountains. This is the latest DRI project to enhance collaboration among leading scientists around the world.

"Although Dr Lewiston resided in Las Vegas, he had a luxury two-story suite at the largest hotel and casino in Reno so that he could spend several days a week in Reno and oversee the Dandini Research Park project. Actually he had two suites. He also used the suite as an office and two employees assisted him. One is his secretary Nancy Strong. The other is his administrative assistant, Jerry Bannister.

"This late doctor was murdered in this office apparently. Two of my friends were the first on the scene. Jim Doyle is Washoe County Sheriff. He was formerly Chief of the Reno Police Department until he was elected as sheriff several years ago. One of his biggest supporters is my other friend, Tom Jordan, Deputy Chief, Detective Division, Reno Police Department. Both will be on the scene when we arrive and they will update us on their investigation.

"I asked Tom to check Dr. Lewiston's computer files in his office. The doctor's secretary, Nancy Strong, gave him the password and helped him muddle through the files. And you will never guess what he found. You will never guess who he was communicating with; the late Dr. Masterson, the late Dr. Moroski and the late Miyuki Huang. Tom forwarded the e-mails to me and I printed them out. Here they are." Sam handed Jack and Kim each a large stack of paper. "I only perused them briefly and wasn't making much sense of it all.

Sam continued, "I'll keep talking while you read. I spoke to Dr. Lewiston's administrative assistant, Jerry Bannister. He told me one of the late doctor's greatest interests was ancient phallic symbols. Penis amulets and charmstones. I understand many of these charmstones are thousands of years old which have been found all over South and Central America and many have been discovered in northern coastal California, not all that far from Reno, actually.

"That's very interesting, Sam, the interest in phallic worship," Jack interrupted. "Joshua Marshall's Native American friend Nathaniel insists Lilith, the original, was into phallic worship. He said Lilith was the inspiration for the legend of Ishtar and quoted from something called the Akkadian hymn, ' ... in lips she is sweet; life is in her mouth' and asked who does that sound like? According to him the worship of Ishtar centered around holy harlots, transvestites and phallic symbols. Nathaniel also insisted Lilith was also Medusa of Greek mythology and referred to Greek sculpture and painting frequently displayed the nude Medusa partially reclining or kneeling below the standing Perseus with her mouth open. He made the joke that beheading would be new terminology to describe what they both had in mind. Well, if our Lilith is a Medusa I guess she has her own concept of beheading. Talk about reversal of roles.

"Hey Jack," Kim blurted, "didn't you say the second professor murdered by Lilith, Dr. Moroski, taught anthropology and courses about magic, witchcraft, Native American religions and such at a college in Phoenix? This e-mail between Moroski and Lewiston talks about the Olmec and jade artifacts. Sam, this Nathaniel was just telling us about the same thing earlier today. Jack wasn't paying much attention at the time.

"Well, listen to this one," Jack offered. "In this e-mail Lewiston and Masterson, the first professor murdered are talking about the Nephilim, those giants of the bible, and those other giants, the Olmec. Kim, see if you can find any e-mails between Lewiston and Huang, the third murder victim. Huang didn't seem to be the intellectual type. I wonder what his connection was."

After ten minutes of silence, Kim spoke up. "This one is not from Miyuki Huang but it is from Kazua Masuda, Huang's computer guru. A string of e-mails between Masuda and Lewiston regarding something called the Golden Wedge of Ophir."

"I wonder what that is?" Jack asked. "You know, I thought the story those yakuza told about Huang having some secret software to create an unsolvable computer virus was bullshit. That's not what our Lilith wanted, even if the software does exist, which I doubt. This Golden Wedge of Ophir, whatever it is, might be more of a possible motive. It does tie Huang and Lewiston together. Do those messages say anything else of interest, Kim?"

"Need I remind you," Sam commented, "that Dr. Lewiston resided in Las Vegas most of the time. Perhaps Huang was actually in Vegas to meet Lewiston."

Another fifteen minutes went by before Kim exclaimed, "Yes, yes! The last message from Masuda to Lewiston says to meet Huang at the Comdex Convention on November 16 to make the exchange. Jack, isn't that the same date Huang disappeared with our Lilith?"

"Yes it surely is. I see now that this Golden Wedge of Ophir is also mentioned once in a message between Moroski and Lewiston, but all it says is something about 'the Wedge will soon be in our possession' and that is from Lewiston to Moroski shortly before he was murdered. I wonder if the exchange of this object was ever made. Sam, pull off at the next rest stop. I want to call Caitlin and ask her about this.

Sam pulled off Route 95 at the Beatty exit and Jack called Caitlin while the other two used the rest rooms and bought coffee. She was sleeping but quickly became very alert at Jack's new revelations.

"Jack, there is a biblical person named Ophir, the son of Joktan, mentioned in Genesis. There is also a biblical place called Ophir; the land of gold and jewels. Most say Ophir was in Arabia or India. A few say Ophir was in South or Central America."

"The 'golden wedge of Ophir' is also a biblical expression which appears in the book of Isaiah. Numerous controversies exist over what it means. Here is the quotation exactly, Isaiah 13:12, 'I will make a man more precious than fine gold; even a man than the golden wedge of Ophir.' This thirteenth chapter of Isaiah mainly refers to the day of God's wrath. The end times.

"The Hebrew word for 'wedge' is 'leshonah' which means tongue or fork of flame or evil speaker or sceptre. Something like that. There is a legend of the ancient Incas that the Golden Wedge of Ophir was a golden sceptre wielded by Manco Capac who founded the city of Cuzco.

"Based upon what I just said, I would bet that this Golden Wedge of Ophir refers to some object of great value. Made partly of gold one would surely surmise. Perhaps also containing rare jewels found in Ophir, wherever that might be. The object in some way might resemble or be symbolic of a man. I say that because in that verse in Isaiah the wedge is compared to a man. 'I will make a man more precious than fine gold; even a man than the golden wedge of Ophir' to reiterate.

"Jack, remember the tattoo on the hand of Miyuki Huang, the third Lilith victim. It was an asherah, a phallic symbol. It was he same tattoo found on the brother of Goliath, Lahmi. Goliath and Lahmi, the giants. We didn't talk much about that tattoo on Huang. Now it seems to take on more significance.

"In the King James version of the bible the word 'asherah' appears forty times. It is translated to 'grove' or 'groves' in every instance. Unquestionably this is a mistranslation which many have since admitted. It was corrected somewhat in later English versions of the bible, which translate 'asherah' to 'sacred pillar' and 'sacred pole.' The asherah is associated with the goddess Ashtoreth but is not that goddess. The asherah was a phallic symbol that became an object of worship.

"This Golden Wedge of Ophir you are talking about brings to mind a verse in Ezekiel. Verse 16:17, 'Thou hast also taken thy fair jewels of my gold and my silver which I have given thee, and madest to thyself images of men, and didst commit whoredom with them.' Images of men. Phallic symbols of gold and silver and jewels.

"Jack, something tells me that what Lilith was after is a priceless phallic symbol made of gold and jewels which is many thousands of years old. I suspect that in the ancient world somewhere it was an object of venerable worship."

"Thanks, Caitlin, that helps considerably. Now I have some idea what we might be looking for. I'll call you again when I know more."

Sam and Kim were waiting in the Cadillac and they returned to the highway as Jack repeated his conversation with Caitlin. "Let's go back to reading these e-mails," Jack suggested.

"Hey guys, here's something of interest," Kim finally broke the silence of twenty minutes with. "This is in another string of messages between Moroski and Lewiston. Sir Richard Francis Burton, remember him? Those books like The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nafzaoui and Vikram and the Vampire that our group of women who mysteriously disappeared became obsessed with. Burton apparently traveled extensively throughout South and Central America. Lewiston refers to a work translated and published by Burton, Iracema: The Honey-lips: A Legend of Brazil. Lewiston refers to Burton's interest in our Golden Wedge of Ophir in the same message."

"Here's another interesting one," Jack offered. "Moroski and Lewiston are talking about penis amulets. Lewiston is saying he acquired a 'palad khik' which means 'honorable surrogate penis' from an associate in Thailand. That particular penis amulet got to Thailand via Cambodian monks in the 8th century AD. Apparently they brought that one and others from India. The monks used the penis amulets for religious ceremonies. Others used them for such things as to assure gambling luck and to attract women. There is a reference to another of Sir Francis Burton's work, Arranga-Ranga or The Hindu Art of Love which Burton translated from the Sanskrit."

"What about this one," Kim stated not asked with excitement, "Lewiston was a Shriner. He was a member of the Zelzah Shrine Temple in Las Vegas. You are not going to believe this! Here are messages between Lewiston and Dr. Bernard Martin. You know, Dr. Martin of the Los Angeles Shriners Hospital and Al Malaikah Temple; the husband of Candace Pike Martin, one of the women who mysteriously disappeared. They are talking about Freemasonry in these messages."

"This puzzle is all starting to fit together better," Jack responded. "Caitlin informed me that Sir Richard Burton was a Freemason. And that The Book of Enoch was of utmost importance to Freemasons. The Book of Enoch which talks of the Nephilim, the giants."

Sam added nonchalantly, "You know of course many consider Freemasonry to be a phallic cult."

"Candace Pike Martin was a descendant of Albert Pike," Jack interrupted as Sam paused. "I learned that from Candace's friend, Carmelita. Albert Pike was a Confederate General who also was by far the most significant Freemason of his era. "What else do these messages say, Kim?"

Ten minutes later Kim spoke. "This is weird and I don't quite get it. They are talking about 'The Maltese Falcon' of movie and book fame. Lewiston is recounting to Martin the story of the Maltese Falcon, as it was told in the movie. I'm quoting here, 'In 1539, the Knights Templar of Malta paid tribute to Charles V of Spain by sending him a Golden Falcon encrusted from beak to claw with rarest jewels ... but pirates seized the galley carrying this priceless token and the fate of the Maltese Falcon remains a mystery to this day.' What's the connection here? Stay tuned.

"Then Lewiston is talking about the Aztecs and chalchiuitl, jade. He relates an alleged conversation between Montezuma and Cortez that goes like this, 'Montezuma's words when making a presentation of jade to Cortez are very revealing: I will give you a very valuable stone which you will send to him (Charles V of Spain) in my name; it is chalchiuitl and gold and emeralds and is not to be given to anyone else but to him, your great prince. It was worshipped by our ancestors, the Olmec.' And then Lewiston says, 'The Golden Wedge of Ophir will soon be ours.' Yeow! The Golden Wedge of Ophir is another Maltese Falcon? That's about it from these messages. Not much else of interest."

Jack broke the long silence with, "Here are some interesting messages between the newly deceased Dr. Lewiston and our first Lilith victim, Dr. Masterson. You will recall Masterson was very interested in the Nephilim and the Sasquatch. They are discussing The Book of Enoch in this message.

"Masterson is referring to Azazel and suggesting he was the leader of the Nephilim. He talks of demonic possession and the like. Quoting from Enoch 8:13, he says, 'And Azazel taught men to make swords, and knives, and shields, and breastplates, and made known to them the metals of the earth and the art of working them, and bracelets, and ornaments, and the use of antimony, and the beautifying of the eyelids, and all kinds of costly stones, and all colouring tinctures. And there arose much godlessness, and they committed fornication and they were led astray, and became corrupt in all their ways.' I wonder what these 'costly stones' were and what the 'fornication' that follows was all about.

"Dr. Masterson quotes some other verses from The Book of Enoch. Enoch 9:6-7, 'Thou seest what Azazel hath done, who hath taught all unrighteousness on earth and revealed the eternal secrets which were in heaven, which men were striving to learn.' Enoch 10:4-9, 'And again the Lord said to Raphael: Bind Azazel hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening in the desert which is in Dudael, and cast him therein. And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may not see light. And on the day of the great judgement he shall be cast in the fire.' The desert? Isn't that where we suspect our women who have mysteriously disappeared with the strangers might be?

"Then Lewiston quotes from the bible, Leviticus 16:8, 'And Aaron shall cast lots upon the two goats; one lot for the LORD, and the other lot for the scapegoat.' He says 'scapegoat' is translated in the King James version from the Hebrew 'azazel.' Azazel is derived from two other words, 'ez' which means strong and obstinate and 'azal' which means to disappear or depart. Hence, 'Azazel' means the strong obstinate one who disappears.

"Oh, here's something else. They are talking about Isaiah 34:14, the one verse in the bible where Lilith, the screech owl, appears. The word 'satyr' also appears in that verse and Masterson is telling Lewiston that 'satyr' means 'devil goat' or 'Azazel.' Masterson also points out that the word 'desert' also appears in this verse, as in that is where these characters live. Pretty wierd!"

"What did I tell you, Kim?" Jack asked sardonically. "Where did I say we were going to find this Lilith and these Harley riding strangers who absconded with these beautiful women? The desert!"

"Yeah right, Jack," Kim replied sarcastically. "I'll believe that when I see it. Well, that's about it for these messages."

After many minutes of silence Sam expressed what he had been mulling over. "I don't know all that much about this Freemasonry business. But I have a friend who is very involved in anti-mason activities. We can talk to him some time if you want to. I do recall him telling me the Knights Templar in medieval times practiced phallic worship of the Baphomet goat god, also known as the goat of Mendes. Sodomy was supposedly a rite of the Templar initiation in those days."

"Kim?" Jack asked, "what was that crazy story Nathaniel was telling us about sodomy and the bible?"

"It went something like this. Due to subversive activity by the Nephilim, sodomy became prevalent amongst men in placed like Sodom and Gomorrha. Nephilim who survived the Flood, descendents of the fallen angels and Lilith and her sisters, particularly the Rephaim, developed an obsessive compulsion for sodomy. Nathaniel quoted the 19th chapter of Genesis, verse 1, 'And there came two angels to Sodom ...' God sent two angels to Sodom to see what was going on and they stayed at Lot's place. He quoted verse 5, 'And they (men of Sodom) came unto Lot, and said unto him, where are the men (angels) which came in to thee this night? Bring them out that we may know them.' The Sodomites wanted to engage in sodomy with the two angels. Then he quoted verse 8, 'Behold now, I have two daughters which have not known man ... ' Nathaniel began to rant at that point with 'what kind of knowing are we talking about here?' and such. He insisted Lot offered up his two virgin daughters to dissuade the Sodomites, but was turned down, because the Sodomites had such fond memories of past liaisons with the Rephaim."

"Ah, yes," Jack signed. "I'm taking a nap the rest of the way to Reno."

"Me too!" Kim chimed in. "I'm brain dead after all this."

"Would you two mind if I did too?" Sam laughed. "That's OK, I'm fine. I already took a nap today. I do every afternoon."

When Sam arrived in Silver Springs, not far from Reno, he stopped and called Tom Jordan, Deputy Chief, Detective Division, Reno Police Department, and told him they would arrive in about half an hour and to have the witnesses and everyone involved assembled in the late Dr. Lewiston's suite.

Tom Jordan met Sam, Jack and Kim in the lobby and filled them in on what had happened before they went up to the suite and talked to the others. "The murder of Dr. Lewiston was much like the murder of Dr. Masterson you told me about, Sam. He was found lying on the canopy bed by his secretary, Nancy Strong. All the blood had been drained from his body and his penis had been amputated. He met the perpetrator, this Lilith, in the casino. They soon departed for his suite. Lewiston's administrative assistant, Jerry Bannister, you will meet in a few minutes. He actually met this Lilith because he was still up in the suite working late when Lewiston brought her up."




Prey For Me Ch. 10



Sam had been to this fabulous hotel casino before and had seen both the Safari Super Suite and Lewiston's, the Roman Super Suite. But Jack and Kim were quite impressed. The Roman Super Suite was a two-story penthouse of more than 4,000 square feet. There was a dramatic circular stairway, three luxurious bedrooms and five baths. The master bedroom had hand carved classic Italian marble statues of Roman heroes and gold gilded hand carved furniture. Two cast bronze lions were at the foot of the lavish canopied bed. The formal dining room had cut stone arches, marble columns and gold leafed Corinthian capitals and frieze rims, imported Italian Bottocino marble floors and walls with gold tile features and hand made mosaic murals. Some of the furniture in the living room had been removed and replaced with the computer equipment and office furniture.

Those present in the living room were Nancy Strong, the secretary, Jerry Bannister, the administrative assistant, and Sam's other good friend, Jim Doyle, the Washoe County Sheriff. Sam greeted Jim warmly and introductions were made all around.

"Jack," Tom said, "Jim and Sam and I have already discussed this. This is your show. You ask the questions. I suspect you can help us more than we can help you."

"OK, thanks, Tom. First, Jerry, are these pictures the woman you saw with Dr. Lewiston?"

"Yes, they sure are, Jack. No question about it. That's her."

Sam was quite startled by Jack producing the pictures that he did not know existed. He wasn’t about to ask about them in front of the others and knew he would receive some logical explanation when then were alone.

"This may be repetitive and no doubt you have already told it to Jim and Tom, but tell me everything that happened from the moment she walked in the suite until the moment you walked out. What she was wearing. What she said. What Lewiston said."

"Well," Jerry began, "she did look like she looks in that picture except she was wearing a dress. Struts in here in a black short mini bandeau. No straps, all you could see were curves and it molded perfectly with her body and contrasted dramatically with her pale skin. A very beautiful woman but strange. I don't know how to describe it. She looked like somebody you wouldn't want to mess with, man or woman. Her platinum blonde hair looked like it looks in that picture." He pointed to the one where she was wearing the wig.

"Lilith, that's what you call her? Dr. Lewiston introduced her as Eileen MacGregor. She didn't say anything to me but 'hello' and I said likewise to her. Dr. Lewiston then gave me the high sign to leave and I did. The doctor brought women up to the suite before and I knew the routine. Beat it."

"Jerry," Jack interrupted, "what is in that safe over there in the corner?"

Jerry paused nervously before answering. "Confidential papers. Money. Contracts. That sort of thing?"

"Do you have the combination?"

"No, Jack, I don't."

"I think you do, Jerry, but it doesn't matter." Jack walked over to the safe. It was a DXF7234-TL-30, a little over six foot high and a little over two and a half foot wide. He was very familiar with this particular safe and it took him about five minutes to determine the combination and open it. Not much in it but papers and petty cash. After he did, Jack looked at him with a no nonsense glare. "Now, Jerry what was in that safe before this Lilith was up here in the suite? Before you answer, we know about the Golden Wedge of Ophir."

Jerry stammered, "How did you know about that? I didn't tell Sheriff Doyle or Deputy Chief Jordan. I wasn't sure if I should until I checked with Dr. Lewiston's partner."

"His partner? Who is his partner?" Jack demanded.

"Thomas Peterson," Jerry replied. "He called him his partner. They talked on the phone several times a day."

Jack looked knowingly at Kim. "I know Thomas Peterson. I spoke to him recently and I believe he is in Las Vegas at the moment." Sam looked puzzled. Jack looked at the Sheriff and the Deputy Chief. "Jim, Tom, when we get back Sam and I will talk to Peterson and find out what he knows about all this."

"Back to this Golden Wedge of Ophir, Jerry, tell us everything you know about it. Describe it. Are there pictures? Who did Dr. Lewiston get it from? And don't bullshit me because I know some of the answers already. I just want to see if you do."

Jerry began, "I don't know all the details about it. Dr. Lewiston didn't like me to ask questions. I only know what he chose to tell me or didn't prevent me from overhearing. He brought the Golden Wedge to the suite and put it in the safe on November 17, I believe the date was. He told me it was a rare piece he had recently purchased. I wasn't surprised because he was always searching for and negotiating the purchase of such artifacts. He often sent me on missions to acquire such artifacts on his behalf. He often stored the artifacts in this safe temporarily."

"This Golden Wedge was about two foot long and eight inches in diameter. It was the shape of a penis. An ancient phallic symbol I would guess although he didn't tell me about its history. It had a flat base and stood on end. The head of the penis was jade. The rest was gold. Embedded in the gold were literally hundreds of emeralds. The emeralds appeared to be very rare and valuable. Very light green. The lighter the green the more valuable the emerald; the fewer inclusions and less chromium which provide the green color. I just can't imagine what these emeralds were worth but I will tell you that ones of this quality are rarer and worth more than diamonds of comparable quality and carat weight. There are no pictures of this object, at least that I am aware of. That's about all I know about any of this."

"OK, Jerry, thanks. Nancy, do you have anything to add?" Jack asked.

"No, not really, Mr. Davis. I saw the Golden Wedge when the safe was opened just as Jerry did. I also never asked Dr. Lewiston questions."

Jack was anxious to depart. He didn't think much more could be learned here. "Is there anything else either of you two can think of that may have any relevance whatsoever to the murder of Dr. Lewiston?" Both shook their heads. "Well, thank you. I think that will be all for now."

Tom Jordan escorted Jack, Sam and Kim back down to the lobby. He asked, "You don't want to go to the morgue and view the body?"

"That's not necessary," Jack replied. You can fax us the autopsy report and whatever else you think we should see. Please have a computer expert go over all Lewiston's files and make sure there are no more e-mails or anything else of possible significance. And please get all the phone records made from the suite. I'll talk to Thomas Peterson and find out what he knows about all this. Thanks, Tom."

Sam again was surprised at Jack’s abruptness and eagerness to leave but didn’t protest. He thought Jack must have very good reasons and he most likely would hear them very soon.

As soon as they were in Sam’s Cadillac and headed back to Las Vegas, Jack expressed his extreme displeasure with Thomas Peterson. I knew that son of a bitch was not telling me everything. Wait until I get my hands on his fucking skinny neck."

"What the hell are you talking about, Jack?" You haven’t told me everything.

"No shit, Sam. Obviously you wondered where I got the Lilith pictures but were too damn smart to ask right then and there."

"Sure was, Jack. Extraordinary pictures; quite a beautiful woman. But she does look rather deadly. Those eyes!"

"Those pictures were made from a video tape. Our Lilith set up the operation of the camera during an assignation with Governor Daniel Bridge. The sexual liaison was arranged by Thomas Peterson. The assignation took place the day after Miyuki Huang was murdered by our Lilith although Peterson actually met Lilith the same day Huang did, and in the very same place, Comdex. Although blackmail appeared to be the preliminary motive, I’m now not so sure. I think Lilith was much more interest in Thomas Peterson than she was Governor Bridge.

"Sam, I was planning to tell you all this but the Lewiston murder took precedent and I didn’t want our attention diverted from that. Also, I wasn’t sure how exactly how the Bridge assignation was connected to the Lilith murders, other than the incident involved Lilith.

"Kim, please tell Sam everything we know about the assignation with Governor Bridge and the involvement of Thomas Peterson. I’m tired of talking."

Kim proceeded to tell the entire story from start to finish. When she finished, she declared, "Our Lilith sure gets around. What a social life."

"Yes, she sure does," Sam agreed, rather mentally exhausted by the recent turn of events. "Well, at least we now have a motive; the Golden Wedge of Ophir. I wonder who she will try to sell it to, Jack."

"Our Lilith won’t try to sell it I don’t imagine, Sam. It must be worth many millions but who would she sell it to? Anyone purchasing such an ancient and valuable artifact would certainly question how she came to acquire it. And what is she going to say? Murder and mayhem? No, I think she wanted it for some other diabolical reason. Money is not her objective. Yes, the Golden Wedge of Ophir is the motive for her murdering ways. Now I wonder what she plans to do with it. If we can find the answer to that, we might find her. And find her friends, these Harley riding ‘locusts.’ And find the women who have mysteriously disappeared. The plot thickens."

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 11



Pt. XI: The Queen of Hearts

Hours later when Jack, Kim and Sam arrived back in Las Vegas, Jack wanted to meet with Thomas Peterson immediately if not sooner. He did. But Peterson wasn't talking. He was dead.

The three left immediately for the police impound garage where Peterson's vehicle had been taken. Detective Jimmy DeDad of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department met them there.

"Hello, Jimmy," Sam said in greeting. "This is Jack Davis and Kim Wright."

"Hey, Kim," Jimmy replied, "long time no see." They had met before while Kim was an investigative reporter with the Review-Journal and had a mutual respect for one another. "Mr. Davis, my pleasure. I certainly have heard a lot about you. You are the best so they say."

Sam interrupted, "So Jimmy, I guess you are now officially in charge of this Lilith situation?"

"Yeah, Sam. The shit has hit the fan now, what with Peterson's murder. This is big-time. Chief wants to talk to you as soon as you can shake loose. He thinks we are going to have to give some statement to the press."

"So what's the story here, Jimmy?" Sam asked.

"Let's go back and look at his car. Peterson's body was found in the car in a parking lot at McCarran International. He was booked on a flight to New York City but never made it inside the airport."

The car was a 1979 Lincoln Continental. All white with a white interior with red trim.

"Now here is a car, Sam," Jack noted. "A Lincoln that looks like a Lincoln made back when a Cadillac looked like a Cadillac. Unlike yours which you can't tell from a Chevy."

The blood was quite visible on the white front seats. Jimmy explained, "The blood was drained from Peterson's body and his penis was amputated. Probably by teeth so the coroner told me although he won't commit to that on the record until the autopsy has been completed."

"Just like the other Lilith murders," Sam sighed.

"Yes, Sam," Jimmy agreed. "But there is something else. Peterson's heart was removed from his body. Very brutally ripped out. The heart, like his penis, was nowhere to be found. And a playing card, the Queen of Hearts, was found on the front passenger seat."

Kim gasped, "This is just too bizarre!"

"Bizarre is right," Jimmy agreed. "That's it in a nutshell. I'll get all the reports to you soon, Sam. The autopsy is top priority and should be completed in a few hours. Do you want to take a look at the corpse?"

Jack frowned. "No, we probably wouldn't learn much more than what you have told us. My best guess here is that Peterson got wind of Lewiston's murder, became scared and was running. I suspect that this Lilith's assignation with Governor Bridge arranged by Peterson was a ploy on Lilith's part to maintain tabs on Peterson. He had no idea what Lilith was really up to, that it was the Golden Wedge of Ophir she was after, until he heard about Lewiston getting offed and that she was involved. Then he knew. Then he ran. He feared her."

Jimmy asked, "What is this all about with Governor Bridge?"

Jack responded, "Jimmy, I am going to set up a conference call from my hotel room with some others involved in this investigation as soon as I can. Would you like to join us? It will help you begin to fit the pieces of this puzzle together."

"Damn right I would, Jack. Thanks for asking."

"OK, Kim you stay with Jimmy and fill him in on everything we know. Tell him everything up to when we got to Reno; no point in going into that. He can hear the same story we tell Brett and Caitlin. Sam, you drop me off at the hotel and then you better go talk to Chief. The conference call will likely take place in a couple hours, so you all meet me back at my hotel room, say three hours from now."

The conference call took place a little over three hours after Jack left the police impound garage. Jack used the speaker-phone and decided to introduce Kim to Brett and Caitlin and Jimmy DeDad. This was a long story and he did not want to do all the talking. He wanted the others to do some of the reporting.

Jack began, "Brett, I assume Caitlin has told you of our conversation when I stopped to call her on the way to Reno."

"Yes, Jack, she did."

"OK, there are many new developments since then. Kim, you begin please. Tell Brett and Caitlin what we learned in Reno."

"Dr. Michael Lewiston was murdered by our Lilith in his suite in Reno. Not only was the blood drained from his body and his penis bitten off, his heart was ripped from his body. The evidence, including that from his computer files and from the witnesses, reveals some interesting connections."

"The late Dr. Lewiston was talking with our other murder victims." Kim went on to unfold the entire sequence of events as they occurred in Reno. Sam interjected comments as she spoke.

Finally, when Kim and Sam had finished, Jack spoke. "This is the way I see it. We should explore this Golden Wedge of Ophir from two directions. Number one, we talk to the yakuza, the late Miyuki Huang's people, and find out where they got it. Number two, we try to determine where this thing originally came from. Caitlin, any ideas where to start?"

"Yes, Jack. The Aztecs, Montezuma and Cortez seem to be the logical place to start. That was referred to in the e-mail messages. The Aztecs gave many such valuable artifacts of gold, jade and emeralds to Cortez and his men. Some of these riches made it back to Charles V and Spain and some didn't. If the Golden Wedge of Ophir was given by Montezuma to Cortez, then where it has been for almost 500 years becomes another great mystery."

"That makes sense, Caitlin," Jack responded. "How about giving us a history lesson on the Aztecs. I'm not all that familiar with their culture."

"Sure, Jack," Caitlin agreed. "First, let me mention an interesting issue that may or may not have some relevance to all this; cannibalism. It was practiced extensively by the Aztecs. It was also practiced by my people the Iroquois; It is also perhaps being practiced by our Lilith. At least she delights in feasting on at least one particular part of her victims, their penis, and now we have a missing heart. Is she eating these body parts? The Olmec, who lived in and around Mexico City long before the Aztecs did, practiced cannibalism. And long before the Olmec, the Neantherthal practiced cannibalism.

"Actually, the correct name for eating human flesh is anthropophagy. The Spaniards coined the term ‘cannibal.’ They observed the Caribs, a West Indian and Southern American people, making meals of their captives."

"Hey, Caitlin," Jack interrupted, "Would you like to hear some of Kim's Jeffrey Dahmer jokes?" Kim frowned so Jack continued. "Question: What did Dahmer say when the cops came to arrest him? Answer: 'Come on guys, have a heart.' Sounds like our Lilith does it not? Question: What did Jeffrey say to Lorena Bobbit? Answer: 'You gonna eat that?' Sounds like our Lilith does it not?"

"Shut up, Jack!" Caitlin demanded. "I'm trying to be serious here."

"Me too!" Jack insisted. "Kim is working on a book about serial killers. Only point I wanted to make. Where is your sense of humor, girl?"

"OK, OK, where was I?" Caitlin continued, "Mohawk is actually an Algonquin word which means 'eaters of men' and they ate men because they believed it gave them the added strength of their conquered enemies. The cannibalism practiced by the Mohawk was sort of a religious rite like that of the Aztecs. The other five nations adopted the cannibalistic rituals of the 'eaters of men' once the Iroquois became a confederacy.

"Not to deviate from the subject matter at hand, but Mark Twain wrote an essay entitled 'Cannibalism in the Cars.' Actually it was a satire directed at the legislators of his time and very, very humorous, at least I thought so.

"The best documented case of Neanderthal cannibalism is that of the bones found in the Moula-Guercy Cave site in southeastern France. The bones clearly reflect butchery marks and that the bodies were cut apart to obtain meat; large bones dented by stone hammers. Brain cases had been broken into fragments and tongues were cut out. Clearly not the work of animals.

"Incidentally, I recently read a research paper entitled 'Neanderthal and Nephilim -- Are They the Same?' by John Denton. You know, the Nephilim, the giants. The paper maintains that during a time Neanderthal, or Nephilim, lived side by side with humans. In fact, the paper makes extensive use of corrected Carbon 14 dating and maintains that Neanderthal, or Nephilim, coexisted with humans, 4,400 years ago. Very interesting, 'eh?

"Now for the Aztecs. Ritualistic cannibalism began early in the fourteenth century, about two hundred years before Cortez. Cannibalism became more and more prevalent as the Aztec Empire expanded. Religious ceremonies were closed with quite a manly meal.

"Generally the ritual went something like this. The prisoner was led to the sacrificial stone, a gigantic jasper block with a slightly convex surface. The prisoner was stretched across the stone and the priests secured his head, arms and legs. Another priest opened the chest of the victim with a razor made of itztli, a flint-like substance, and inserted his hand into the wound and ripped out the still beating heart. Hey, didn't you just tell me Lilith ripped out the heart of our latest victim, Thomas Peterson? How coincidental.

"I might add, Jack, I found that Dead Sea Scroll fragment pertaining to Lilith. It is from 4Q Songs of the Sage / 4Q Shir, 4Q510 frag. 1.4-6a // frag. 10.1f, and goes like this ...

And I, the Sage, declare the grandeur of his radiance in order to frighten and terrify all the spirits of the ravaging angels and the bastard spirits, demons, Liliths, owls and jackals ... and those who strike unexpectedly to lead astray the spirit of knowledge ...

"You will note the word ‘Liliths’ is plural. Well, I wonder if she doesn't have some sisters, don't you?

"Back to the Aztecs and dinner. The body of the sacrificed victim was then dressed up and served banquet style to the warrior who had captured him in battle. Of course the warrior's entire family enjoyed the festivities. These Aztec warriors were so fond of their enemies they tried to capture them alive rather than kill them in battle. And then they brought their enemies home for dinner.

"In a work entitled Aztecs: Reign of Blood and Splendour, Diego de Duran, who witnessed one such banquet said the river of blood ran down the temple steps and 'reached bottom and cooled they formed fat clots, enough to terrify anyone.' Bernardino de Sahagun, a Spanish missionary, reported , 'The celebrants flayed and dismembered the captives; they then lubricated their own naked bodies with grease and slipped into the skin ... Trailing blood and grease, the gruesomely clad men ran through the city, thus terrifying those they followed ... The second-day's rite also included a cannibal feast for each warrior's family.' Gives an entirely new meaning to, oh, never mind. No more cannibal jokes. This isn't funny.

"Regarding the numbers of those sacrificed, it is certain it was hundreds of thousands as substantiated by skeletal remains. At the dedication of the great temple of Huitzilopochtli in 1486, a procession of more than seventy thousand captives were said to have perished over the course of several days. Special buildings were constructed to store the skulls of the victims. Cortes' men counted one hundred thirty-six thousand skulls in one such building. Here's an excerpt from an account in a book I was reading, Fingerprints of the Gods, by Graham Hancock, 'It is recorded, for example, that Ahuitzotl, the eighth and most powerful of the Aztec royal dynasty, celebrated the dedication of the temple of Huitzilopochtli in Tenochitlan by marshalling four lines of prisoners past teams of priests who worked four days to dispatch them. On this occasion as many as 80,000 were slain during a single ceremonial rite.' Some of the women of the more fanatical Aztec warriors were said to delight in eating the penis of the sacrificed captive and drinking his blood.

"Let's get to Montezuma and Cortes. The Spaniards led by Cortes landed on the Yucatan Peninsula and in the days of the fall of 1519 moved inland closer and closer to Tenochititlan, now known as Mexico City. Montezuma of course had advance word of their impending arrival. Montezuma's initial concern was the Cortes was a god, Quetzalcoatl, who it just so happened was scheduled to return to earth soon, in fact that very year.

"It is important to understand Montezuma's mindset which explains why Cortes and his men were not immediately brought home for dinner but instead were treated as supernatural visitors. Because of Montezuma's apprehension, there were preliminary 'negotiations' between he and Cortes before they ever met. Many riches and gifts were delivered to Cortes as he and his men approached Tenochititlan.

"One recorded account of the preliminary peace offerings from Montezuma to Cortes includes a large alligator's head of gold, a large wheel of silver weighing forty marks, two birds made of green feathers with beaks, eyes and feet of gold, many jade sculptures and a plethora of emeralds. By all accounts Cortes was awestruck by the magnificence and priceless value of the gifts.

"On November 8, 1519, Montezuma and Cortes finally met. Cortez had two interpreters, Aguilar and Marina. The latter was an Indian slave given him by a Tabscan chief. Cortes hung a colored crystal necklace around Montezuma's neck. After a brief mutually respectful meeting, Cortes and his men were led to their quarters. Cortes later met Montezuma again, this time in his palace courtyard. Montezuma hung a collar of shells set in gold around Cortes' neck. Cortes' departed for his quarters where Montezuma later visited him. After Montezuma asked many questions of Cortes regarding the intentions of the Spaniards, many gifts were bestowed upon Cortes and his men.

"The next morning, November 9, Cortes paid a visit to Montezuma in his palace. The first order of business was to attempt to convert Montezuma to Christianity. Cortes gave him a fire and brimstone spiel about worshipping false idols and sacrificing humans and he better change his ways or he would burn in hell. Montezuma listened patiently and before dismissing Cortes and the Spaniards, again distributed many gifts of gold and jewels.

"There is a story that one of those gifts which Montezuma personally gave Cortes was referred to as the 'leshonah.' Right, the 'wedge.' Was this the Golden Wedge of Ophir? Quite possibly. Quite likely. The description of the object is similar. Cortes was familiar with the Hebrew word 'leshonah' and was amazed that Montezuma would use such a word.

"OK, let's explore this possibility. What happened to the Golden Wedge of Ophir? Where has it been for almost 500 years? For one reason or another, many of the riches given to Cortes never made it back to Charles V and Spain. Some of the riches were lost as the Spaniards fled shortly after the death of Montezuma.

"A little over a week after that first meeting, Montezuma was taken captive by Cortes as part of his plan to capture the city. The incident began with Montezuma again giving the Spaniards gold and jewels and even offering one of his daughters to Cortes to wed. Several hours later Montezuma was in the Spanish quarters and in iron chains. One of the more incredible events in history in that this small group of men led by Cortes could kidnap this great Indian chief from his palace, while in the midst of his men and thousands of Aztecs.

"Eventually the Aztecs became fed up with the imprisonment of their chief and stormed the Spanish quarters, the palace of Axayacatl. The Spaniards were in danger of being overwhelmed and Cortes employed the assistance of Montezuma in quelling the assault by promising him the Spaniards would depart. Montezuma dressed in his royal garb and addressed his people. In his speech he told his people he was with the Spaniards of his own free will and they would soon leave. The people began to demonstrate contempt for Montezuma and bitter taunts were soon followed by a rain of stones and arrows. Montezuma was wounded several times and was severely injured by a rock that struck him on the temple. The people, shocked by their own actions, dispersed in panic. Montezuma had not only been rejected by his people, he had suffered injuries which would prove to be fatal, in part due to his own refusal to be treated for the wounds.

"In late June 1520, the Aztecs occupied the great teocalli of the god Huitzilopochtli. This was a pyramid of over a hundred and fifty feet, an elevated position overlooking the Spaniards' quarters, the palace of Axayacatl. Several buildings that contained idols and such surrounded the pyramid. The Aztecs continued to siege the palace of Axayacatl with their arrows. The Spaniards had no choice but to counterattack and several attempts to storm the pyramid were made and tremendous battles ensued. Cortes was wounded and many were killed but the Spaniards were victorious, destroyed the idols of Huitzilopochtli and burned the buildings. The Aztecs were in awe and horrified that their great temples had been obliterated.

"The skirmishes between the Aztecs and the Spaniards continued. On June 30, 1520, Montezuma died from his wounds. This was a great setback for the Spaniards. They should have kept the matter quiet one might critique. The Aztecs now had no reason to further tolerate the Spaniards.

"Cortes now had no choice but to retreat from the city. When and how remained the only question. It was decided to leave via the causeway of Tlacopan, a long route but less likely to be heavily guarded. Much of the treasures the Spaniards had acquired were left behind. The most valuable items were placed in as many chests as they could possibly take with them.

"The Spaniards built a portable bridge to lay over the canals in the causeway. To make a long story short, the bridge was a disaster and many of the Spaniards were left dead in the water, along with most of the treasure. Aztec warriors were distracted by the treasure spilling everywhere, and the Spaniards still alive managed to escape. But it was the worst defeat ever suffered by the Spanish in the New World and July 1, 1520, became known as 'noche triste' or 'the sad or melancholy night.' I won't bore you with more details of the conquest of Mexico. Of course the Spaniards later returned, defeated and subjugated the Aztecs and destroyed their great city and culture.

"This is what I think is a likely scenario. Cortes had possession of the Golden Wedge of Ophir from November 9, 1519, to July 1, 1520. It is quite likely it was lost in the water on 'noche triste.' It is said Cortes often inquired of the object upon his occasional returns to the site but nothing was ever learned by him of its recovery.

"Marina, Cortes' interpreter, mistress and mother of his son, Don Martin Cortes, was eventually given to a Castilian knight, Don Juan Xamarillo. She was wed to him and given estates in her homeland, the province of Coatzacuacco. Cortes returned to Spain in 1528. In July 1529 he was proclaimed Marquess of the Valley of Oaxaca and Captain-General of New Spain. He was given vast land holdings in the province of Qaxaca and in Mexico City.

"Soon thereafter Cortes met and married a much younger noble lady, Dona Juana de Zuniga. One wedding gift he presented her with were five brilliant emeralds that had been cut into the shapes of flowers and fishes and the like by the Aztecs. It was said the jewels were so magnificent even the queen of Charles V was envious. Cortes told his new wife that these jewels were trivial compared to those lost in the tragedy of 'noche triste.' He mentioned the Golden Wedge of Ophir.

"Cortez returned to Mexico in 1530 with his wife and elderly mother. In the next ten years it is said he inquired occasionally about the Golden Wedge of Ophir and engaged several search missions in the water where it had been lost, but to no avail. In 1540 he returned to Spain. He died on December 2, 1547, at the age of sixty-three in the village of Castilleja de la Cuesta.




Prey For Me Ch. 11



"One more noteworthy series of events. While this Golden Wedge of Ophir may have had a traveled history, so did Cortes' remains. He was originally buried in 1547 in a vault in the city of San Isidro. In 1562 his remains were removed by order of his son, transported to New Spain and reburied in Tezcuco by the side of his mother and a daughter. In 1629 his remains were moved again to the church of St. Francis in Mexico City. In 1794 his bones were moved to the Hospital of Jesus of Nazareth. In 1823 the vault that contained his remains were desecrated by patriotic mobs celebrating national independence.

"Well, enough about Cortes. It is rather certain he did once possess the Golden Wedge of Ophir but lost it the night of 'noche triste' and was never able to recover it. It is also rather certain he attached some religious significance to it and suspected it was possibly of some Hebrew origin or influence, in that it was called 'leshonah' by Montezuma. Cortez had asked Montezuma from where it came from and was told it was of the Olmecs. One reason Montezuma parted with the object so readily was that it had no religious significance to him.

"Let's talk about the Olmec. Archaeologists and anthropologists agree they were the first civilization in Mesoamerica. But where did they come from? They just 'appeared' fully formed as a culture several thousand years ago. They were concentrated in the southern provinces of Mexico, Veracruz and Tabasco, but without question they also spent time in and around Mexico City.

"The Olmec influence, at the time of King Solomon ... yes, that's what I said ... at the time of King Solomon had spread into what is now Guatemala, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Honduras and elsewhere. Human sacrifice, cannibalism, was found to have existed wherever the Olmec were found to have been.

"The three most important evidences of Olmec culture are found in three ruins, at La Venta, at Tres Zapotes and at San Lorenso. In La Venta, which is on an island in the Mexican Tabasco Province, there is a large pyramid about 300 feet high. What is it with all these pyramids? Almost sounds like Egypt, 'eh?" This is where many of the huge jade heads are."

Kim added, "Caitlin, your friend Nathaniel was just telling us about those."

"Yeah, Kim, but don't believe everything he says. He tends to exaggerate. Anyway, San Lorenzo is in southern Veracruz and is considered to be the earliest ceremonial Olmec site. More of these gigantic heads had been buried there. The site at Tres Zapotes shows clear evidence of class structure and a society similar in complexity, to for example, that of Israel at the time of King Solomon.

"But perhaps the most impressive legacy of the Olmec is the great pyramid called Tlahchiualtepl which is in Cholula, about 60 miles southeast of Mexico City. It is about three times as large, in terms of mass, as the Great Pyramid at Giza. Actually, the archaeologists maintain it was begun by the Olmecs and added to by later civilizations including the Aztecs.

"Now, this is a theory I have heard. Let me reiterate. This is just a theory that is a possible explanation for the Olmec. Some say the Olmec came to Mesoamerica from Europe more than 3,000 years ago. And don't tell me the Atlantic couldn't be crossed back then if that is how they possibly arrived in the new world. I think it has been proven quite conclusively in recent years that the Atlantic can be crossed in rather primitive vessels.

"Spain was invaded by an army of Eqyptians and North African nations in 1883 BC. Gerion led this army. This Gerion was said to be the son of Arba, the father of the giants of Joshua 15:13. The giants! Gerion was slain and his army fled to the New World. According to anthropologists there were two distinct ethnic groups which made up the Olmec culture. I just mentioned one. My Native American friend Nathaniel may have told you about the Red Record and how his people, the Lenni Lanape, drove the Olmec out of North America.

"I personally believe the Lenni Lanape and the Iroquois were of the twelve tribes of Israel, specifically of the tribe of Dan. I personally believe that the other ethnic group of the Olmec were Canaanites. This explanation would explain the Hebrew word 'leshonah.' There is an incredible amount of evidence of the Hebrew language in the Americas thousands of years ago. There is no other explanation that makes sense to me other than Hebrews did come to the Americas way back when."

"Whew!" Jack exclaimed as Caitlin paused. "That is quite some story, Caitlin."

"Jack," Caitlin continued, "you once mentioned the Rosetta Stone. You mentioned it since Danel, one of our Harley riding 'locusts' mentioned it in conversations with the woman he persuaded to mysteriously disappear, Laurie Johnston, and her daughter Rachael and friend and neighbor Joshua.

"Napoleon's men discovered the Rosetta Stone in 1799 near the town of, what else, Rosetta, in lower Egypt near the sea. Now the Rosetta Stone is in London at the British Museum. It is made of black basalt and is older than Jesus Christ by two hundred years or thereabouts. The Rosetta Stone declares, three times, a royal decree praising the Egyptian king Ptolemy V. The proclamation is declared three times, once in Greek, one in hieroglyphic and once in demotic. By comparing the known Greek to the hieroglyphic and demotic, a French Egyptologist named Jean Francois Champollion and a British physicist named Thomas Young were able to decipher the hieroglyphic and demotic. Do you hear what I am saying? Until two hundred years ago not even the Egyptians could read what they wrote thousand of years ago in the Great Pyramid of Giza and elsewhere. A language lost for thousands of years."

"Caitlin?" Sam asked, "how in the world do you remember all this stuff? The names and everything?"

"Well hell, Sam," Caitlin replied cryptically, "I have a photographic memory. It's not my fucking fault."

"Well whatever," Kim added, "keep talking Caitlin. This is absolutely fascinating."

"If you insist, Kim. The Wallum Ollum, also known as the Red Record, like the Rosetta Stone, has unlocked many mysteries. It became known in the 1820's as its prayer sticks of wood and bark were interpreted by archaelogists and anthropologists. Just like the Rosetta Stone. An unknown language became known. Lenni Lenape means 'original people.' It was Captain Samuel Argall who sailed the Lenape River and named the people he found there and the river 'Delaware' after his mentor, Lord De La War.

"The Red Record is a history of almost one hundred generations of Native Americans. No doubt some of it is myth as all histories are. History is according to who wrote it just as truth is according to who tells it. But I have concluded some of it is how it really happened. Particularly of interest to me are the wars with the Talegwi, the giants, which raged over four generations. Finally the Lenni Lenape, with the help of my people the Iroquois, drove the Talegwi away, to the south to Mexico and beyond.

"You can read the Red Record for yourself, but here is an interesting excerpt from another work, Moundbuilders of Ancient America, by Robert Silverberg ... 'The Lenape discovered that the country east of the Mississippi was inhabited by a very powerful nation who had many large towns built on the great rivers flowing through their land. Those people called themselves Talegwi ... Many wonderful things are told of this famous people. They are said to have been remarkably tall and stout, and there is a tradition that there were giants among them, people of a much larger size than the tallest of the Lenape.' Giants you say?

"Here is an excerpt from the Red Record itself. The Lenni Lenape asked to cross the Mississippi River and settle in Talegwi territory ... 'The Talegwi king denied this request, but promised to permit the Lenape to pass through his lands to find homes farther east. Peacefully, the Lenape began to cross the Mississippi. But when the Talegwi king saw how numerous the Lenape were, he became frightened, and ordered his warriors to attack. Talegwi war canoes swept across the river as armored Talegwi regiments massacred the Lenape who had already crossed. Enraged by this treachery, the Lenape voved to 'conquer or die!' and joined with their Iroquois allies in an epic war of vengeance.' Many Iroquois and Algonquin legends tell of the wars against the Moundbuilders, the Tallegwi, whom they called 'the snakes' among other less noble names.

"Here is another quote from Moundbuilders of Ancient America, 'Having thus united their forces the Lenape and Mengwe, the Iroquois, declared war against the Talegwi and great battles were fought in which many warriors fell on both sides ... No quarter was given, so that the Tallegwi at last, finding that their destruction was inevitable if they persisted in their obstinacy, abandoned the country to the conquerors and fled down the Mississippi River, from whence they never returned.' The legacy the Talegwi left the Iroquois and Lenni Lenape was one of cannibalism and torture of captives, including scalping."

"Caitlin?" Kim inquired, "What about the Incas and the Mayans? How do they fit into all this?"

"The story of the Mayan people is not that different than that of the Aztecs. Their culture appeared out of nowhere fully formed and functional and nobody can quite figure out how or why. The ancestors of both the Maya and the Aztec were the Olmec. The Maya and the Aztec shared many of the same gods. Quetzaloatl and others.

"Odin is a hero of Norse mythology. Worshipped by Scandinavians, Germans, Anglo-Saxons and more. Human sacrifices were often offered up to Odin who is also known as Dan, Wotan and Woden. And some say the first Dan founded Denmark and was of the 'Tuathe de Danaan' or the tribe of Dan. As Herman Hoek says in the Compendium of World History, 'It was from Thrace that Odin led the Agathyrsi and other tribes to northwestern Europe when he founded the Danish kingdom. Many of the warriors employed by the early princes of western Europe were fierce, or swarthy skin, naked and often tattooed and painted ... Jerome, writing in one of his letters in the fifth century, characterizes some of them as cannibals.' Oh my, tattooed and painted red men who were cannibals. Now just who does that sound like?

"One of my favorite books is The Two Babylons by Alexander Hislop. To quote, 'the Mexicans celebrated Wodan as the founder of their race, just as our own ancestors did. The Wodan or Odin of Scandinavia can be proved to be the same as the Wodan of Mexico ... the fact that the name had been borne by some illustrious hero among the supposed ancestors of the Mexican race, is put beyond all doubt by the singular circumstance that the Mexicans had one of their days called Wodansday, exactly as we ourselves have.' How interesting!

"I say Odin of Scandinavia introduced human sacrifice and idolatry to Mesoamerica a thousand years before Christ. You say what you want. I also say the Picts of Scotland came to the Americas long after Odin but long before Columbus and introduced a matriarchal society, totem poles, wigwams, tattoos and many other things to the Americas.

"I'm rambling. Let me get to the Incas and there are only a few points I want to make. If the Olmec and the others could cross the Atlantic do you really think they would have much difficulty migrating to Peru and thereabouts? I don't think so.

"The Incas, like the Aztecs, virtually appeared out of nowhere. In 1532 the Spaniards led by Franciso Pizzaro, took advantage of a civil war between factions led by the brothers Huascar and Atahuallpa. Huascar was murdered by Atahuallpa and he in turn was executed by Pizzaro; on July 26, 1533. The Spaniards then took control of the empire. That's all well documented history.

"Let's go back to the first Inca, Manco Capac around 1200 AD. This, of course, is more myth than history. Many legends associate Manco Capac with an object called the Golden Wedge of Ophir. Ophir de Espana, Memorias Historiales y Politicas del Peru is a work written by Fernando Montesinos who lived in Peru from 1629-1642. The theme of his much ridiculed work was that Peru was the land of Ophir referred to by Solomon. Montesinos maintained Peru was first settled by the grandson of Noah, who just happened to be named Ophir. Wild speculation? Perhaps. But we do have some evidence of the Golden Wedge of Ophir in Peru.

"The capital of the Inca empire was Cuzco, located in today's Peru, not far from the border of Brazil. Let's talk about Brazil. Remember Sir Richard Francis Burton and his connection to our case? In 1864 Burton was given a consular appointment to Brazil at his request. He spent the next three years exploring Brazil, often alone. He went beyond the borders of Brazil into Peru, and visited Cuzco. Why? What was he looking for? Not long after Burton's exploration of Brazil, caves were found deep in the Brazilian jungle which contained rocks with Phoenician inscriptions. Which means? Ancient visitors from Solomon's time? Perhaps.

"There are some who say Sir Richard Francis Burton's private papers and letters referred to the Golden Wedge of Ophir. Unfortunately the documents were burned by his wife Isabel after his death. Do you know where Burton was before he asked to be sent to Brazil?

"In 1860 Sir Richard Francis Burton visited the Mormon leader Brigham Young in Utah. The result of Burton's extensive research on polygamy was published in his City of the Saints in 1861. During the time of Burton's visit to the southwestern United States he became acquainted with Albert Pike, the Confederate general. Yes, the same Albert Pike who one of our women who mysteriously disappeared, Candace Pike Martin, claims to be descended from. Is all this coincidence? The same Albert Pike who is said to have been the founder of the Masonic movement in America. And on the subject of polygamy, we have another woman who mysteriously disappeared, Alicia Dunn, who was the third wife of a pseudo-Mormon polygamist and vanished from Salt Lake City with one of our Harley riding 'locusts.' Coincidence? I smell something here. On that note, I'm done. Stick a fork in me. I'm done talking."

"Does anybody have anything else to say?" Jack asked. There was silence. "I am going to talk to the yakuza tomorrow, the late Miyuki Huang's people, and find out where they got this Golden Wedge of Ophir."

Jack indicated he was going to get some sleep in that it had been more than forty-eight hours since he closed his eyes other than brief cat naps on the way to and from Reno. Sam and Jimmy DeDad left. Kim began to remove her clothes.

"What are you doing, Kim?"

"I'm taking a shower, Jack. Why don't you join me?" He did.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 12



Pt. XII: The Yakuza

Jack began to stir about noon. Something under the covers made him quite alert. Kim encouraged him to rise in more ways than one with her warm and wet lips. When she finished she stuck her head out from under the covers and said coyly, as cum dripped from her chin, "Thanks for breakfast."

Over coffee Jack and Kim discussed their strategy for questioning the yakuza. Jack had told Kim about the meeting he and Caitlin had with Nobura Isaka, the senior advisor to the oyabun, and Kazua Masuda, the murdered Miyuki Huang's computer guru.

"Jack?" Kim asked coyly, "you seem very fond of Caitlin. The way you talk about her."

Jack laughed. "Yes, Kim, I am fond of her. I'm also very fond of you. Something about beautiful young women who are smarter than me and sexually uninhibited that gets my attention."

"Well, I'm very fond of you also, Jack." With that Kim rested her hand on this thigh under his robe and began to move it slowly upward.

"Now you behave!" Jack joked. "We have to get down to business here before the trail gets too cold."

"OK, OK. Back to the yakuza. When I worked for the Review-Journal I did a few investigative reports on the yakuza influence in the casinos here in Las Vegas. The yakuza have been much more clandestine in their activities since the Lockheed scandal in 1976. I was just a wee toddler then but you may remember it and I did do some extensive research on the matter."

"I do remember that episode. It came to light in an U.S. Senate committee hearing on multi-national corporations. A guy named Kodamo Yoshio, who had close ties with the yakuza, allegedly negotiated between the underground world and the Japanese politicians and businessmen. Former Prime Minister Tanaka Kakuei became implicated in the scandal. Kakuei was bribed by Yoshio, acting secretly on behalf of Lockheed. That's it in a nutshell I believe."

"Right, Jack. Since then the yakuza are much more careful. I doubt this Nobura Isaka is going to volunteer much information."

"We'll see about that, Kim. I'm going to see if I can get in touch with him now and set up a meeting with him for later today. I have the number of his office in Las Vegas. While I'm doing that, why don't you check the Missing Persons Index on line and see how many more women have mysteriously disappeared with our Harley riding 'locusts.' OK?"

"You got it, Jack. Did I mention that Winston Churchill called the German Nazis and their military machine 'locusts' on occasion? Didn't you say our Harley riding dudes wore German army helmets? And wore the Iron Cross, 1939 swastika style?" Jack looked puzzled at that revelation.

Kim got on line and Jack made some phone calls. Half an hour later both were finished and resumed their discussion.

"Kim, Nobura Isaka will meet us here in Vegas at seven tonight. He has an afternoon flight. This is interesting. He wants to meet us at Mexican restaurant called Lindo Michoacan. Ever been there?"

"Sure have. Best Mexican food in this city but I wonder why not a Japanese restaurant. Curious. What's up with that?"

"Yes, curious, Kim, but I guess we'll find out why later today. What did you find out?"

"Well, I couldn't help but read your e-mail messages." Kim snickered. "Listen to this one. I'll read it. 'TRANSLVANIA (IT) - Two attractive young women have disappeared while vacationing in the Transylvanian Mountains. Their garments have been found stained with partially digested blood and bat and human saliva. This and similar occurrences are causing international concern. Detective Iulia Popescu of the Transylvanian Police has concluded that the missing people are now slaves to the infamous Count Dracula ... Does this news article frighten you? WE INVITE YOU TO COME TO TRANSYLVANIA ... The expedition will spend several days exploring the Translvanian Mountains, home to the bloodsucking Master of Midnight.' There is a phone number to sign up for the trip. Maybe we should go. Isn't our Lilith a vampire? Perhaps that is where she went."

"Kim, I think she went to the desert. Now what did you find out on the Missing Persons Index?"

"There are eleven more women who have mysteriously disappeared under circumstances similar to the others. I have sent e-mails and requests for police reports and other additional information."

"I knew there would be more, Kim. Please put together a summary when you get everything together. We'll investigate some of the new ones when we get a chance. Right now we should stay on the trail of Lilith until it gets cold. Which it will I do believe. Like I said I think she is long gone. She got what she wanted. The Golden Wedge of Ophir is now in her suitcase. What more can you tell me about the yakuza?"

"The yakuza are usually traced back to the early seventh century in feudal Japan. Some say they were the kabuki-mono, the crazy ones. Eccentric samurai. Others say the first yakuza were the kabuki-mono's enemies, the machi-yokko. The name yakuza originates from their gambling activities. They were actually hired by the government at one point to steal money from workers via gambling. In a card game similar to blackjack called hanafuda each player gets three cards and the last digit of the total counts as the number of the hand. A hand totaling 20 is the worst possible, a score of zero. A zero combination 8-9-3 is phonetically ya-ku-sa and hence the name. Gambling was always the vice of choice of the yakuza but of course they became involved in other activities such as prostitution, drugs, money laundering and you name it. Tattoos and cut off little fingers are often distinguishing characteristics.

"Let me take you to more modern times, not that things have changed all that much. After World War II the feudal system of course was destroyed and a Constitution written by the foreign conquerors governed Japanese society. Japanese products flooded the West. Televisions, computers, cars and then the yen in the last fifteen years. The yakuza are now involved surreptitiously in business and government. The Nazis who escaped went underground in South America. The yakuza stuck around and became more powerful than ever. Incredible!

"Here is a quote from a book I used as a source when I was doing my investigative reports for the Review-Journal. The paper has a web site and all the articles are on line. I printed the ones I wrote so I could remember what I said. The book is Japan: The Blighted Blossom and author Roy Thomas writes, 'More than half of Japan's mobsters are supporters of the nationalist wing of the LDP (Liberal-Democratic Party) and are indistinguishable from the neofascist cliques which increasingly thrive within the party. During the 1980's, under the premiership of Yashuhiro Nakasone, the number of such groups increased. It is estimated there are now about 120,000 right-wing conservatives with yakuza ties.' A principal theme of this book is that the same individuals who were war criminals then became the gangsters that actually run Japan.

"Not only were the yakuza so arrogant as to attempt to buy into casinos in Las Vegas out in the open, they even talked of buying Hawaii. Really! The Lockheed scandal and similar disclosures forced them to hide behind fronts and middle-men. They do have a substantial presence in Vegas today. Of that there can be no doubt. That's where the money is. Of course, they are much more visible in Los Angeles and San Francisco.

"Jack, I simply have to tell you this story. It so reminds me of our Lilith. The story of Yoshiko Kawashima, known as the Eastern Jewel. She was a Manchu princess, Chinese. When her father was killed she was adopted at age eight by a Japanese spy in Manchuria, Naniwa Kawashima. At fifteen Naniwa's elderly father seduced her and a year later began an affair with Naniwa. I mentioned her in one of my articles and quoted from A History of Japanese Secret Service, 'she was strikingly attractive, with a dominating personality, almost a film-drama figure, half tomboy and half-heroine, and with this passion for dressing up as a male. Possibly she did this to impress the men, or so that she could more easily fit into the tightly-knit guerrilla groups without attracting too much attention.' Hey Jack, maybe our Lilith dresses as a man at times. Nobody seems to see much of her except when she is executing one of her executions."

"That is certainly a possibility, Kim. It makes sense. No one has seen her other than at the scene of the murders."

"This Eastern Jewel girl-boy played a major role in espionage activities on behalf of the Japanese in World War II in Manchuria and China. She was said to be Japan's most effective spy until she was caught in the act in Peking in 1945 by Chinese counter-intelligence officers and tried and executed. The untold story is that she was apprehended at the scene of a murder of a Japanese double-agent. His penis had been bitten off and all the blood had been drained from his body. Now doesn't that just sound too familiar?"

"Kim, I don't know how it is I keep meeting up with beautiful women who are incredible story tellers. Keep telling, please."

"Since you insist, Jack. Just as the Nazis, the Japanese think of themselves as the master race and are descended from the gods. Japanese officials signed the Tripartite Pact in Berlin on September 27, 1940 in the presence of Adolf Hitler. Japan endorsed Germany's and Italy's mission to rule Europe and they likewise supported Japan's similar mission in Asia. Jack, some say the yakuza, particularly in this country, have maintained close ties with the underground Nazis who escaped to South America.

"One of the subjects I wrote about in my articles was the fascination and hatred of the Jews by the Japanese, much like the Nazis. I quoted from numerous books written by Japanese such as Scenario for Annihilation that denied the Holocaust ever happened. Some of the other books were The Secret of the Jewish Power that Moves the World, The Jewish Plan for the Conquest of the World and Japan: Blueprint of Jewish Conspiracy, How Japan's Nucleus Has Intercepted Freemasonry. Oh, Freemasonry you say? Not yet another coincidence.

"The Japanese, because of their Shinto religion and belief that they are ancestors of the gods, are convinced they can do no wrong. For this reason they are oblivious to the unspeakable atrocities they have committed in the past. One such atrocity was the Rape of Nanking. The mentality of the samarai and the yakuza has always been that they can do no wrong and can take whatever they want, including women. Fifty-five years ago our country had the power to reshape Japanese culture. We unfortunately did not and today we no longer have that power. Many Japanese, particularly the yakuza, hold dearly to the traditions of Shintoism and Bushi do and that a samarai never surrenders.

"This mind set has led to recent denials that the Rape of Nanking ever occurred and rewriting history textbooks in Japan to reflect that. I guess history is according to who writes it and truth is according to who tells it. A source I used in one of my articles was Playboy Magazine. Have you heard of that, Jack? I dug out an old article from the October 1990 issue where Shintaro Ishihara, the most popular writer in Japan, in an interview claimed the Nanking massacre never happened. The Japanese government has continued that charade with many public proclamations.

"The Japanese began the bombing of Nanking, which had a population of 1,000,000 at the time, in the summer of 1937. On September 25th the most devastating raids occurred which prompted most of the government officials to vacate the city, leaving only civilians and a force of 100,000 Chinese soldiers to defend Nanking. Some civilians did flee but more refugees from the fronts moved in. On November 25th the Japanese attacked Nanking from several different directions. The Chinese soldiers abandoned their positions on the outskirts of the city and joined the civilians.

"By December 13th the Japanese had overrun the city. The tanks and mechanized forces came the next day. In the next six weeks 300,000 Chinese were tortured and slaughtered. Over 20,000 women were gang raped and many were brutally murdered afterwards. Abdomens were cut open and intestines were squeezed out. Their genitalia were mutilated with bayonets and sticks and other objects. Breasts were cut off. Many men were sprayed with kerosene and burned alive. The Japanese commanders employed killing contests to boost morale. The winners of killing games were the most savage and innovative.

"The perpetrators and participants in the Rape of Nanking who survived World War II went virtually unpunished, unlike the Nazi leaders, except those who escaped to South America. The Japanese have shown no remorse and certainly have not apologized for the atrocities. And guess what, Jack. Your friend Nobura Isaka who we are going to meet soon? He is eighty-five years old now and was a young officer who was there in Nanking. I did the research."

"Kim, I have an idea. What you have been saying suggests a plan to deal with these yakuza. No doubt Nobura Isaka is familar somewhat with your past articles in the Review-Journal. What he doesn't know is that you will be with me and won't he be surprised? I think we should tell him you are going to break a story about the Lilith murders and the yakuza connection unless he cooperates and provides the information we want. Otherwise he will just keep lying."

"Yes, Jack, that sounds like a plan to me. The one thing the yakuza do seem to fear the most is exposure and adverse publicity. I know much more about the yakuza. I know about their ties to the Nazis in South America."

"Well tell me, Kim. The more dirt I have to bargain with the quicker we will find out about the Golden Wedge of Ophir."

"OK, Jack, but remember what I did to wake you up? I could use a little reciprocation here, if you get my drift."

A few minutes later Jack's tongue was between Kim's legs and Kim's tongue was still wagging although she was not as lucid as she had been before. "Jack, your friend Nobura Isaka has friends in Brazil. Did you ever see the movie The Boys from Brazil?"

"No, Kim, I did see American Yakuza though with Nick Davis, no relation, the first outsider having the privilege of joining the yakuza. Great movie."

"Jack, quit talking and go back to what you were doing. I'm close."

"Sit on my face, Kim."

"Well, uh, OK, if you say so."

Ten minutes later Kim flopped on her back, gasping and groaning. Jack wiped his face with a towel.

"Dang, Kim, you sure can squirt."

"Yeah, well, shit happens. I don't hold back."

"I guess not. You left off, before I so rudely interrupted you, with telling me about the Nazis and Brazil, I think. Whatever."

Kim took up where she thought she left off. "In The Boys from Brazil we have a plot to resurrect Nazism and conquer the world, and this time do it right. Sir Lawrence Oliver plays an old Nazi hunter whose writing gets a young American Nazi hunter interested. Gregory Peck plays Dr. Josef Mengele. Adolf Hitler clones are the theme. A very weird movie."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry I missed it. Now what's the real story?"

"In November 1997 a vault was opened in Sao Paulo, Brazil, which contained more than $4 million in cash, jewelry and gold bars which was alleged to belong to Holocaust victims and brought to Brazil by Nazis who escaped Germany. One Albert Blume, a German who came to Brazil before World War II, deposited the contents of the vault. He was the banker for his Nazi friends who joined him later. This is only one of many such vaults and at one time it contained much more than $4 million in loot."

"I'm sure you have heard of Herbert W. Armstrong, the leader of the Worldwide Church of God until his death on January 16, 1986. Armstrong had rather well-known ties to Japan. In the early 1970's Armstrong started a Japanese department for his Ambassador College in Pasadena, California. He arranged for Japanese to teach Japanese. How innovative! One of those Japanese was Osamu Gotoh who became rather infamous when on June 6, 1975, he was arrested at Los Angeles International Airport for transporting very valuable undeclared jewelry. He was released on bail and vanished until powerful people brought pressure to bear to leave him alone. At the time he was in the process of arranging for Armstrong to meet with the Japanese imperial family. And guess who else taught Japanese at Armstrong's Ambassador College. You got it. Our friend Nobura Isaka.

"There is a rather famous photograph of Herbert W. Armstrong with former Japanese Prime Ministers Eisaku Sate, Kakuei Tanaka, Takeo Miki, Takeo Fukuda, Masayoshi Ohira, Zenko Suziki and Yasuhiro Nakasone. All these men were connected to the yakuza. Emporer Hirohito bestowed upon Armstrong the Order of the Sacred Treasure. Need I say more?

"Upon his arrival in California, it didn't take our friend Nobura Isaka long to establish communication with former Nazis in Brazil. He was assisted in this endeavor by a Catholic bishop in Los Angeles and representatives of the Worldwide Church of God. The connection with the Nazis in South America furnished Isaka with a continuous supply of drugs.

"You know, of course, the relationship between the Vatican and the Nazis. The Vatican issued a position paper two years ago when old records began to be unsealed called We Remember, a Reflection on the Shoah where they said they didn't do enough to stop the extermination of six million Jews during the war. Oh, really? Read a book entitled Unholy Trinity by John Loftus and Mark Aarons that exposes how the Vatican smuggled Nazis out of Germany and into South America. The operation was called Draganovic's Ratline and not only landed the fugitive Nazis in South America, but in our country as well, and in Canada, and in Great Britain, and in Australia.

"Viking recently published the book Hitler's Pope: The Secret History of Pius XII, written by British Catholic scholar John Cornwell. Several months ago portions of that book appeared in Vanity Fair. An excerpt, 'The evidence was explosive. It showed for the first time that Pacelli (Pius XII) was patently, and by the proof of his own words, anti-Jewish. It revealed that he had helped Hitler to power and at the same time undermined potential Catholic resistance in Germany. It showed that he had implicitly denied and trivialized the Holocaust, despite having reliable knowledge of its true intent. And, worse, that he was a hypocrite, for after the war he had retrospectively taken undue credit for speaking out boldly against the Nazis' persecution of the Jews.' Get the picture, Jack?"

"Yes, Kim, I get the picture. And it's time for us to head over to Lindo Michoacan and meet Nobura Isaka."

"OK, give me ten minutes to change. How should I dress? Little Miss Prissy?"

"Nah. Dress to kill."

Kim took her overnight bag into the bathroom and came out ten minutes later looking like Miss America. "You like, Jack?" She was wearing a white seamless tank top and a white bandeau as a skirt. Her ebony skin dramatically contrasted with her skimpy white outfit.

"Kim, your nipples are sticking right out. You remind me of Kathleen Turner in Body Heat except your boobs are bigger, but same nipples. Yeah, and you have a better tan than Ms. Turner. If you were my daughter there is no way in hell I would let you walk out the door looking like that."

"But Jack, I'm not your daughter. I'm your favorite fuck. Well, one of them anyway." Kim began giggling uncontrollably.

"Let's go girl. I'm hungry, starving. All I had to eat today was, well you know."

"Hey! Me too. That stuff is high in protein, tastes great, but less filling."




Prey For Me Ch. 12



"OK, let's go. And no talking dirty. This is serious business."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's hit the road, Jack."

Thirty minutes later they walked in the doors of Lindo Michoacan and were greeted warmly by the owner Jorge Gonzalez. It was obvious to Jack that Jorge recognized Kim immediately when he hugged her warmly. And then Jack was sure when Jorge said, "Senorita Wright, I'm so happy to see you again. You look absolutely stunning as usual." His face was all broad smiles.

"Hello, Jorge," Kim replied, "and would you please call me Kim. We are here to meet Nobura Isaka. Do you know him? Is he here yet?"

"Yes, Kim," Jorge responded with a look of consternation, "I know him. No, he is not here yet." Jorge led them to a table in a secluded spot of the restaurant. "I'll bring you some fresh guacamole."

"Don't forget the tequila, Jorge," Kim requested.

"Jorge is from the Mexican state of Michoacan," Kim explained, "hence the name of this place. Michoacan derives from the Nahuatl language and means 'fishermen's place.' Jorge was born in the Capital Morelia which was founded in 1541 by the first viceroy of New Spain, Antonio de Mendoza. The city was originally named Valladolid, after Mendoza's birthplace in Spain, but the name was changed after the independence of Mexico."

Kim continued, "Jorge learned the culinary arts at a monastery in Michoacan. The Mother Superior was his mentor. He has told me the story a hundred times. One thing is for damn sure. He is a master chef. Especially with the fish. Try the Filete Relleno. Orange roughy filet, stuffed with shrimp and octopus. Deep fried and smothered with Jorge's own secret Michoacan sauce. I love to eat here! Scrumptious."

Jack chuckled and Kim looked at him quizzically. "What the hell is so funny, Jack?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about something. Are you on the menu, Kim?"

"Don't be a pig, Jack. You already had, well, you know, and not that long ago."

"How could I forget?" Jack continued to laugh uncontrollably.

"C'mon, Jack, share the joke. You are laughing about something you are not telling me about."

"Oh, OK, what the hell. I told you about a young Hispanic lady named Carmelita Sanchez who told me the story of two of the women who mysteriously disappeared, her friends Candace Pike Martin and Roxanne 'Blue Duck' Alexander. I met Carmelita at Kady's Coffee Shop at the Riviera you will recall. What I didn't tell you was that Carmelita went under the table and gave me head right in the place. When you said 'I love to eat hear' it just reminded me of that episode. Sorry."

Kim looked indignant but Jack could tell she was feigning annoyance. "Well, Jack, you certainly are sorry and I'll go under the table and do that for you if you insist. But I already sucked you off once today, you pig!" Kim began giggling at her own sarcastic humor.

Just then Jorge arrived with the guacamole and prepared it before them using fresh hass avocados, jalepeno chiles, tomatoes, onions, cilantro and fresh lime. "Here's the tequila. Don't mind the water bottle. I don't serve liquor here," Jorge cackled. "It's Jose Cuervo." Jack began to laugh again.

"What now, Jack? You are a very silly boy. Tell Kim what your problem is."

"It's just that Caitlin sang Jose Cuervo in a restaurant not long ago."

"Kim sings too!" Jorge exclaimed. "Let me go get my guitar."

"Oh, shit. Thanks, Jack. Jorge will never let me off the hook now."

Jorge was back in moments with the guitar and began to strum. "Jack, this is my favorite song. It's called Michaocan naturally and was made popular by Kris Kristofferson. Sing Kim!" She did, reluctantly, and Jack was in awe of her beautiful voice, as he was with Caitlin's.

"Woke up this morning the border was burning my mind. Things that I seen that I couldn't be leaving behind. Down in this hole in the ground there ain't nothin' to see. But down in Michocan paradise waits for me.

North of the border the bodies are bought and they're sold. Me and a brother was caught turning green into gold. I'm gonna pay for my crime till the day I'm free. But down in Michoacan paradise waits for me.

A rusty car rode across the border I was inside. I had two dogs, my red guitar and my teenage bride. We took a look at a shot in the dark and we found a home. Where the flowers bloom in Michoacan.

A rusty car rode across the border I was inside. I had two dogs, my red guitar and my teenage bride. I gotta clean up my act and go back to where I belong. Where the flowers bloom in Michoacan."

Just then Nobura Isaka walked in, escorted to the table by Jorge's wife, Marguerita. Two yakuza bodyguards accompanied Isaka. He motioned for them to sit at a table nearby.

"Senor Isaka, welcome," Jorge muttered hesitantly. Jack stood up, introduced Kim and asked the senior advisor to the oyabun to sit.

"Here is your sake, Senor Isaka. Sharaku, your favorite." Jorge poured from the bottle into a sake cup.

"Thank you, Jorge," the yakuza spoke softly. Isaka looked directly at Kim. "Sharaku is named for a famous ukiyoe painter who mysterious disappeared, much like the women you and Mr. Davis are looking for. Would you like to try some sake, Ms. Wright?"

"Certainly, Mr. Isaka. Please give Mr. Davis some too. I don't want to be the only one who gets trashed. What's the alcohol content in this stuff?"

"About 17%. Actually, sake is more like a beer than a wine, being fermented from a grain, specifically rice. But it is not carbonated and thus flavor-wise is closer to wine than beer, although distinctly different in taste than either. Sake has been around since the 3rd century and was originally called 'kuchikami no sake' or 'chewing-in-the-mouth sake.' Rice, millet and chesnuts were chewed up by the members of a particular village and spat into a tub and left to ferment. It was an important ritual in our Shinto religious festivals."

"Hey, not too bad, Mr. Isaka," Kim commented as she tasted the beverage. "But let us get right to the point. Where did you get the Golden Wedge of Ophir?"

Jack was taken aback by her abruptness but said nothing. He just stared nonchalantly at Nobura Isaka and glanced over at his men menacingly.

"Ah, Ms. Wright, now why should I tell you anything?" Isaka smiled but seemed unsure of where this conversation was headed.

Kim told him why. She told him she would make sure articles were published in the Las Vegas Review-Journal and elsewhere regarding the yakuza involvement in this and other sordid affairs. "Mr. Isaka, I'm sure you remember my other articles in the paper about the yakuza. I'm just getting warmed up. I no longer work for the paper so I therefore have no master and therefore I have no censors, if you get my drift. If the Review-Journal won't publish my articles, although I'll bet the farm they will, other publications will jump on this story. No matter how much influence you think you have you will never keep the lid on this if I get the ball rolling."

"Mr. Isaka," Jack added, "what happened to your word, the word you gave me that you would help find the killer of your close friend, Miyuki Huang?"

"Yes, Mr. Davis, I did give you my word. I will keep my word. I did not lie to you. I let you uncover this conspiracy for yourself. There were matters of which I was not certain. Better to let you make up your own mind. I also agreed to provide you with whatever assistance you desire. That promise I also will honor. You need only ask, or encourage Ms. Wright to continue to blackmail me. Miyuki Huang and myself acted only as an intermediary in this matter. I am sure you know we act as an intermediary in the matter of money laundering and other transactions for various parties. That is what we were doing in the matter of this Golden Wedge of Ophir. We agreed to arrange this transaction in exchange for $10 million worth of cocaine."

"What?" Kim exclaimed. "If you got $10 million in merchandise what is that thing worth?"

"It is priceless, Ms. Wright. Priceless. Jorge, come here! Jorge knows the details, perhaps better than I do. Jorge, tell them everything. Tell them everything you know."

"Si, Senor Isaka."

The yakuza rose and beckoned his bodyguards. He glanced back at Jack and Kim. "Whatever it is you want or need of the yakuza, you know how to find me."

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 13



Pt. XIII: The Yellow Rose of Texas


"So what's the scoop, Jorge?" asked Jack.

"Ah, Senor Davis, it is a long story, 'er I mean scoop. Let me get you two dinner, and then I will tell all. What would you like?"

Kim and Jack perused the menu. "I'll try something different, Jorge, not my usual. Love your orange roughy but let me have the Camarones Abuelito Timo."

"What's that?" asked Jack.

"Large shrimp filled with cheese, wrapped in bacon, deep fried and served over rice. What are you having?" Jack pointed to his selection on Kim's menu and she said, "He will have the Lengua en Pipian."

"Kim, that beef, right?" Jack inquired somewhat uncertainly.

"Yes, Jack, it sure is. Fresh beef tongue cooked in Jorge's special green mole." Jack looked shocked.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. It's sirloin steak," Kim responded as she winked at Jorge.

After dinner, as they continued to work on the bottles of Jose Cuervo and the Sharaku sake, Jack commented, "That sirloin steak was delicious."

"That was beef tongue, Jack, you moron!" Kim declared and went into a fit of girlish mirth.

"Well, it doesn't matter now, Kim, does it? It still was delicious. I'm glad you lied to me."

"Men!" Kim shrugged. "Of course you know that the cannibalistic Aztec and Iroquois men craved to eat the tongue of their sacrificial captives." Jack didn't react. "And you also must know that the cannibalistic Aztec and Iroquois women craved to eat the penis of their sacrificial captives." He still didn't react.

Jorge approached their table again when he noticed they were finished. And he had his guitar. "Kim, please do The Yellow Rose of Texas again. I'll play and sing with you."

"You got it, Jorge."

"There's a yellow rose in Texas

That I am going to see,

Nobody else could miss her,

Just half as much as me.

She cried so when I left her,

It like to broke my heart,

And if I ever find her

We never more will part.

She's the sweetest rose of color

That Texas ever knew,

Her eyes are bright as diamonds,

They sparkle like the dew.

"You can talk about your Clementine

And sing of Rosa Lee,

But the Yellow Rose of Texas

Is the only gal for me.

When the Rio Grande is flowing,

And the starry skies are bright

She walks along the river

In the quiet summer night

She thinks if I remember,

When we parted long ago,

I promised to come back again

And not to leave her so.

O, now I'm going to find her,

For my heart is full of woe,

And we'll sing the songs together,

That we sung long ago;

We'll play the banjo gaily,

And we'll sing the songs of your,

And the Yellow Rose of Texas

Will be mine forevermore."

When Kim and Jorge had finished Jack commented knowingly, "Why would I think you two have done that song together before? What's going on here?"

Kim looked sheepish. "Jack, I didn't tell you everything. I didn't tell you how and why I really became interested in your case. I didn't tell you about 'The Yellow Rose of Texas.' She was my great, great, great grandmother. On my father's side."

"OK, Kim, so tell me," Jack implored.

"My father and I found the diaries of my great, great, great grandmother, Emily Wright, one day several years ago as we were cleaning out the attic of my grandfather's house. We sold his house and he came to live with my father and I. He was in a wheelchair and very ill and passed away soon thereafter."

"Emily Wright, sometimes mistakenly known as Emily West, sometimes mistakenly known as Emily Morgan was 'The Yellow Rose of Texas.' She had an important place in history as a result of the Battle of San Jacinto in 1836. Emily is portrayed in histories as a mulatto."

"The handwritten apparently original version of this song is dated back to 1836, the year of the Battle of San Jacinto, and can be found in the archives at the University of Texas in Austin. The word 'darky' appears several times in the original version. The words I sang are from Mitch Miller's rendition from the 1950's. Confederate soldiers of General Hood's army added a few verses as they retreated, thinking the war would soon be over." Kim sang a few more verses.

"And now I'm going southward

For my heart is full of woe.

I'm going back to Georgia

To see my Uncle Joe.

You may talk about your Beauregard

And sing of General Lee.

But the brilliant Hood of Texas

Played hell in Tennessee."

Jack commented sincerely, "Like Caitlin, you have a wonderful voice, Kim. I mean, awesome. You and Caitlin should form a duet, the Horny Girls or some such thing. Both of you play the flute quite well. Now how about getting back to the story?"

"You are such a smart ass, Jack. I bet you didn't even know a musician participated in the Battle of San Jacinto. Dick the Drummer was one of the two free blacks at the scene. Well, three, counting Emily. Dick was part of the four-piece band that played the love tune Will You Come to the Bower as the Texans stormed the napping Mexicans, screaming 'Remember the Alamo' and such."

"Kim, Kim, I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "I didn't mean to set you off on a rant and rage."

"Oh yeah, Jack, and speaking of flutes, tell me everything you know about Mozart's The Magic Flute. Tell me everything you know about the Masonic music of Der Holle Rache. I'm sure you know about that coloratura aria; talk about crying icily about revenge."

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Kim."

"Yes, I know you have no idea, Jack. Meanwhile, back to the story. You are not going to believe this. Emily was a descendant of Marina, the interpreter for and mistress of Hernando Cortes. Caitlin made mention of Marina when she told us of Cortes and Montezuma. So you see, I am not only African-American, and Vietnamese, I am Aztec, and Spanish, and Mexican. A real mutt. And would you believe, part Comanche, but I’ll get to the rest of that story later.

"Marina, called La Malinche by her fellow Indians, loved Cortes, called Malinche, which means Marina's Captain. The son she had with Cortes, baptized as Martin Cortes and known as Don Martin, was perhaps the first Mexican, mixture of Indian and Spanish blood. La Malinche of course spoke Nahuatl, the language of the Aztecs. She also spoke Mayan dialects. Eventually, because of her pillow talk with Cortes, she became fluent in Spanish. Jeronimo De Aguilar, Cortes' other intertreter, had to assist with translations initially. Without her, Cortes likely could not have communicated very well at all with Montezuma.

"Marina ultimately married Don Juan Xaramillo which was arranged by Cortes because his wife came over across the ocean to New Spain to join him. I won't bother to trace all her genealogy but let me just say that Emily Wright's mother was a Mexican courtesan and her father was a black scout named George Wright who took part in the Lewis and Clark expedition.

"All of this my father and I found in Emily's diaries. She spoke of Marina and how her stories were passed down from one generation to another. Marina came from southeastern Mexico, Painalla in the province of Coatzacualco. When her father, a noteworthy cacique, died when she a child, her mother remarried. Not only did her mother conceive another a son, she conceived a sordid plan to rob Marina of her inheritance and give it to her son. Marina was sold into slavery.

"I might add that not only are these events documented by Emily in her writings about Marina, they are also substantiated by a Spanish soldier, Bernal Diaz, who was there, and also by numerous authors who have written books and other accounts of the conquest of Mexico.

"But here is the most interesting part. Emily wrote that Marina in later years spoke of the 'leshonah' to her children and grandchildren. She spoke of the 'leshonah' and that it was given to Cortes by Montezuma. Right, our Golden Wedge of Ophir. Marina told tales of how she saw and held the 'leshonah' and many other treasures of gold and jewels Cortes was given by Montezuma. Marina told her family of how the 'leshonah' and other riches were lost in the water during 'noche triste.' Now, for yet another incredible coincidence. Emily also saw the 'leshonah' of which Marina spoke. It was in the possession of Santa Anna more than 300 years later!

"The story of Emily known as 'The Yellow Rose of Texas' is that Santa Anna was mesmerized by the young Latin looking beauty when he came across her working on the plantation of Colonel James Morgan. Santa Anna persuaded Emily, with promises of gold and jewels, to become part of his entourage. What is often said that Emily was a slave is not true. She was a free woman.

"Some say Emily was responsible for Santa Anna and the Mexican's being defeated at the Battle of San Jacinto. Did you know that Sam Houston lived among the Cherokees? He was quite partial to Indians and Emily was one of his favorites, for reasons that are rather obvious. She was his secret weapon. After the Alamo he became leader of the Texas forces. On April 21, 1836, the Houston led forces defeated Santa Anna and the Mexicans and as a result Texas won independence.

"On February 15, 1836, one Erastus 'Deaf' Smith carried William B. Travis' message from the Alamo to General Houston. On March 13th Houston sent Smith and Henry Karnes back to the Alamo to find out what happened. Deaf Smith returned with Susanna and Angelina Dickinson and the report of the tragic events.

"Again, the Battle of San Jacinto happened April 21, 1936. Emily's diaries and corroborating evidence indicate she met and left with Santa Anna and his army on April 18, 1836, just four days before the famous battle. Now, here is the kicker. Just a few days earlier, Colonel James Morgan's plantation was visited by Deaf Smith, Sam Houston’s chief spy and a man deaf because of a childhood disease. Deaf married a Mexican widow and one of their three daughters married Hendrick Arnold, a free black who was one of the other spies under Deaf's authority. Hendrick Arnold accompanied Deaf on the visit to Colonel Morgan's plantation on April 18th.

"Both Deaf Smith and Hendrick Arnold knew Emily. She referred to Smith in her diaries as 'my uncle.' Deaf Smith's wife was Guadalupe Ruiz Duran who he married in 1822 where they lived near San Antonio. Guadalupe was married previously, her first husband had died. Her first husband's sister was Emily's mother.

"Deaf Smith, the master spy, apparently persuaded Emily to spy on Santa Anna. To do that she needed to entice him to take her with him and his army, which he did. Exactly how that enticement transpired is not clear. One can only guess. A ravishing beauty, some say her feminine charms ultimately caused Texas, and later California, New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, Oklahoma and Kansas to become part of the United States."

Jack interrupted, "Get real, Kim. You must know how Emily infatuated Santa Anna. Spit it out."

"That’s just it, Jack," Kim retorted. "She didn’t spit it out. I’m rather shy about talking about such graphic sexual details. I’ll let Jorge tell that part when it’s his turn to talk. Meanwhile, back to where I was before you so rudely interrupted me.

"It was the middle of the afternoon on that fateful April 21, 1836 when half the Mexicans were killed and most of the rest, including Santa Anna, were captured. The Mexicans had numbered around 1,500 and the Texans about half as many. The Mexicans except for all but a few, could not escape during the surprise attack because Deaf Smith burned the only exit route, a bridge. Santa Anna enjoyed the oral skills of Emily as Vince’s Bridge burned.

"After the Battle of San Jacinto and Santa Anna was captured in his silk pajamas, Deaf Smith thought it best to send Emily off to parts unknown because of her role in the Mexican army's defeat. The 'leshonah' was not found at the scene of the battle. Santa Anna hid it safely away elsewhere before he and his army entered San Jacinto. Jorge will shed some light on that."

"Yeah," Jack interjected, "I wondered when we would get around to what he knows about all this. Jorge, let's hear it. What happened to the 'leshonah' we know as the Golden Wedge of Ophir?"

Jorge began, "Santa Anna never saw it again after the Battle of San Jacinto which certainly was a major defeat for the general but one from which he did recover. He was like a cat with nine lives. Let me tell you his story and what happened to the treasure which so concerns you.

"First of all, Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna was a Mason. After he was captured and brought before Sam Houston, Santa Anna proffered the Master Mason secret distress signal. I know this because my great, great grandfather Diego was Santa Anna's private cook and was also captured at the Battle of San Jacinto. Sam Houston and Santa Anna became rather friendly and shared opium while they determined the fate of southwestern North America.

"Let me speak of Emily’s seduction of Santa Anna, Jack, of which you asked Kim about a moment ago. Diego told a rather bawdy story that was passed on from generation to generation.

"When Diego brought Santa Anna lunch on that fateful April 21, 1836, the general, well, let’s just he was standing at attention. Emily did not stop performing fellatio on the general when she saw Diego enter the quarters. Her breasts were bared and she did not bother to cover them. It later became rumored she learned such oral techniques at a brothel frequented by some rather well known Texans who died at the Alamo.

"Speaking of Mexican Masons, one of the most important figures in Michoacan history is Vasco de Quiroga, one of his ancestors being a Knight of Malta. Remember the Maltese Falcon? Of course you do, Jack. Vasco de Quiroga became a close confidant of Charles V of Spain. I mention this just to point out that Masonry was and is fairly common in Mexico.

"Back to Santa Anna, I won't bore you with much of his history after the Battle of San Jacinto. He lived for forty years after the battle and my great grandfather remained with him as personal cook for all those years. Santa Anna became ruler of Mexico again many times and was again removed from office many times.

"According to the stories my great, great grandfather told both his son and his son's son, Santa Anna had a meeting with Sir Richard Francis Burton and Albert Pike in late 1860."

"Jack," Kim interrupted, "Do you remember what Caitlin told us about the relationship between Burton and Pike? She said they became acquainted during the time Sir Richard was visiting with Brigham Young in 1860."

"Yes, Kim, I do recall that. Please continue, Jorge."

"The story goes that Santa Anna talked of the 'leshonah' at that meeting with Sir Richard Francis Burton and Albert Pike. And did so for a great sum of money. Need I remind you that all three of these men had a significant connection to the Masonic Order? In Santa Anna's case, if not for Sam Houston's consideration of his Masonic oath, Santa Anna would have been executed.

"After that meeting," Jorge continued, "Albert Pike went to great lengths to silence all those who knew of the existence of the Golden Wedge of Ophir. Santa Anna was silent for many years. He was silenced by money. Only upon his last return from exile to Mexico in 1874 did he again speak of it on occasion until he died in poverty two years later.

"My great, great grandfather Diego was present during parts of that meeting with Santa Anna, Sir Richard Francis Burton and Albert Pike. First, Diego was quite fearful of Pike's imposing presence but he was totally in awe of Burton, who he said reminded him of death personified.

"Diego recalled that Santa Anna bragged to Burton and Pike of his dalliance with Emily on that fateful day, April 21, 1836, and said that if she had not distracted him the history of the United States would be very different. He even asked Diego to corroborate that when he brought lunch that day Emily was on her knees ministering to his member. Talk about arrogant!

"Jack," Kim pondered, "I'm recalling here what you said Caitlin told you about Sir Richard and Bram Stoker. She told you Stoker was obsessed with vampires and was also impressed with Burton and his dagger-like teeth and almost supernatural aura."

 "Yeah, and don't forget Kim, Burton was also obsessed with sex just like you. Please continue Jorge. He did.

"According to Diego, the three men discussed a letter between Cortes and Charles V. I’m not sure ‘discussed’ is the right word. Burton and Pike had a copy of the letter and confronted Santa Anna with it. They read from it. I have since obtained my own copy of that letter and I would like to point out what Burton and Pike were particularly interested in. This is from the second letter to Charles V from Cortes, written in 1520:

‘The figures of the idols in which these people believe surpass in stature a person of more than ordinary size; some of them are composed of a mass of seeds and leguminous plants, such as are used for food, ground and mixed together, and kneaded with the blood of human hearts taken from the breasts of living persons, from which a paste is formed in a sufficient quantity to form large statues. When those are completed they make them offerings of the hearts of other victims, which they sacrifice to them, and besmear their faces with blood. For everything they have an idol, consecrated by the use of the nations that in ancient times honored the same gods. Thus they have an idol that they petition for victory in war; another for success in their labors; and so for everything in which they seek or desire prosperity, they have their idols, which they honor and serve … For, as I have already stated, what can be more wonderful than a barbarous monarch, as he is, should have every object found in his dominions imitated in gold, silver, precious stones, and feathers; the gold and silver being wrought so naturally as not to be surpassed by any smith in the world; the stone work executed with such perfection that it is difficult to conceive what instruments could have been used.’ Burton and Pike were interested in a particular idol that they believed once was given to Cortes by Montezuma and somehow ended up in Santa Anna’s possession."

Jorge continued, "According to Diego, another subject the three men discussed at length were Qlippoth; evil demons of the female variety. They talked about Lilith, the woman of the night, the queen of Malkuth. In the same breath as Lilith, they referred to Samael, the false accuser, who has been placed in Hod. I have little idea what this means, and neither apparently did Diego, but he was very frightened by how fanatic and crazed Burton and Pike became when they ranted and raved about these subjects."

"Now isn’t that just too interesting," Kim piped up. "Sir Richard Francis Burton, Albert Pike and Lilith."

"Yeah, Kim, and who can make any sense out of all this?" Jack asked.

"Caitlin I would imagine, Jack, you know, your other girlfriend. Go on Jorge. Keep talking."

"Pike kept referring to a sacred word, Abaddon, and every time he said it, Burton would nod in affirmation. Diego said Santa Anna seemed confused when they used this word. Burton and Pike, both Masons, kept talking about idols and gold and jewels and phallic symbols."

"Right, Jack, Abaddon. Remember that word?" Kim asked. You told me Joshua Marshall and the young girl Rachael used that word. They got it from Revelation 9:11, ‘And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Appollyon.’ Abaddon, the angel of the bottomless pit. Also known as Appollyon in the Greek. Oh yeah, and also in the ninth chapter of Revelation are our locusts who have associated with our women who have mysteriously disappeared. And, didn’t you tell me, Jack, that the husband of the first woman who vanished, Laurie Johnston, gave Joshua and Rachael a book called Apollyon?"




Prey For Me Ch. 13



"Yes, that does seem rather coincidental, Kim," Jack pondered.

"Coincidence my ass, Jack," Kim retorted. "OK, now it’s my turn to talk. Give me another shot of that Jose Cuervo first."

"As Jorge would tell you if he talked a little faster, Jack, Santa Anna finally told Burton and Pike what happened to the ‘leshonah.’ Not that they didn’t already have a very good idea. They suspected Emily made off with it while Santa Anna was otherwise preoccupied with the Texans fanatically screaming ‘Remember the Alamo’ and ‘Remember Goliad.’

"After the Battle of San Jacinto, Emily made her way in the next week or so to Parker’s Fort, about seventy-five miles north. Like San Jacinto, Parker’s Fort is of great historical significance.

"The Comanche, dubbed Lords of the South Plains, ravaged and pillaged the Texas panhandle and into areas of New Mexico, Kansas, Oklahoma and northern Mexico. At one time the Comanche, one tribe broken into several bands, numbered over 30,000 strong.

"The last great Comanche chief was Quanah Parker, the son of the Comanche chief Peta Nocona and a white woman, Cynthia Ann Parker. Cynthia Ann Parker, age nine, became a Comanche captive in a raid on Parker’s Fort on May 19, 1836.

"Several other children and women were also taken captive. One woman, Elizabeth Kellogg, was traded to the Delaware and later purchased from them by Sam Houston. Emily, just having recently arrived at Fort Parker, attempted to rescue Cynthia Ann. Knocked unconscious by a Comanche warrior, Emily was thrown on a horse and taken off. Those kidnapped often suffered a fate worse than death, until they were sold, traded off, or escaped, as Emily did.

"Captive-taking was prevalent among the Comanche and other North American Indians dating back to prehistoric times. Often the kidnapped women became wives and concubines of the warriors, who practiced polygamy. Yes, the men could fool around, but in the case of an adulterous woman, she was executed or her nose was cut off. Many captured women were tragically abused, tortured and ritualistically raped. Others received unexpected respect.

"Comanche raiders typically covered long distances. They usually traveled at night along separate routes to meet at a previously-agreed location. After the raid at that location, they would retreat and again separate into small bands to hinder apprehension.

"Soon after the abduction of the women and children from Parker’s Fort, the captives were separated. Another woman who was taken was Rachel Parker Plummer. The Comanche treated her like a slave and subjected her to repeated beatings, rape and torture. Rachel was eventually sold to Mexican traders on June 19, 1837. She published an account of her ordeal entitled Rachel Plummer’s Narrative of Twenty One Months Servitude as a Prisoner Among the Commanchee Indians the next year. Rachel died on March 19, 1839, due in part from lingering complications resulting from her ordeal. Her father later published a revised edition of her tribulations in his Narrative of the Perilous Adventures, Miraculous Escapes and Sufferings of Rev. James W. Parker.

"Back to Emily. She became the love slave of two brothers, Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape, who were named after two famous Comanche chiefs. I found the sexually explicit and extraordinary account of her captivity in her papers. I’m very glad my father did not read that one.

"These brothers were of the Yamparika band, the root eaters. Comanches named their various nomadic tribes after things that were eaten. They wore their hair long, parted in the middle and braided on the sides. They preferred blue clothing stolen from the whites, as opposed to buckskin, and wore high riding boot colored a matching blue. Their war bonnets were buffalo scalps with horns; very horny dudes they were as it turned out.

"I have Emily’s papers regarding her escapades with Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape." Kim reached into her purse and retrieved the old and wrinkled scarlet letters.

"Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape were medicine men, shamans. They used peyote in their religious ceremonies. Peyote, also called Cactus Pudding, Dry Whiskey and White Mule contains more than fifty alkaloids and related compounds."

"Yes, and one of those is mescaline, right, Kim?" Jack interrupted.

"And just how did you know that, Jack?" Kim asked.

"I’m somewhat of an Aldous Huxley fan and recall his book, The Doors of Perception, which is all about his trips on mescaline."

"Well, this Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape liked the stuff too, and they introduced Emily to peyote, against her will. These Comanche shamans had themselves been introduced to peyote during their frequent excursions into Mexico. Most of the peyote was to be found in northwestern Mexico although peyote cactus buttons were found in Shumla Cave in southern Texas that have been radiocarbon dated to 5,000 B.C. The stuff has been around for awhile.

"Years after the capture of Emily and Cynthia Ann Parker, Cynthia and her son Quanah were traveling near the Mexican border when Quanah was severely gored by a bull and was near death. Although Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape had since departed this world, Cynthia recalled the healing skills of peyote proclaimed by these shamans. Quanah was cured with the peyote and later became its most vocal advocate. He introduced Half Moon style meetings to many other tribes such as the Delaware, Cheyenne, Arapaho and Pawnee.

"Many Native Americans came to regard peyote as a holy medicine and a Christian sacrament. Quanah Parker became the leader in the peyote cult and proselytized that the medicine prevented a warrior from being killed and enhanced psychic visions.

"These are the own words of Emily as she described her abduction …

‘The two medicine men, Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape, took me to their camp, a clearing on a hill in the middle of a forest. It was rather obvious it was a place of religious ceremony where no one was permitted without the permission of the shamans. I soon surmised that most guests, whom I suspected were usually women, did not visit willingly.

‘Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape spoke a smattering of English. Enough to tell me their names and along with their sign language, I could grasp what they said. The Comanche language, Uto-Aztecan-Numi, is almost idenical to Shoshoni. They kept saying that we were friends, with both hands held high with forefingers locked together.

‘I was stripped of my clothing and restrained inside a tipi frame that just consisted of the wooden poles, without the covering. It resembled a cage. Spread-eagled on a bed of straw, my hands and feet were tied with long strips of rawhide to the bottoms of the tipi poles.

‘The two medicine men painted their faces and shed their clothing except for loincloths. For hours they danced around me with rattles decorated with feathers, paint and beads, singing holy songs. Every ten minutes or so, Leather Cape would pause, and force a peyote button into my mouth and make certain I swallowed it. He would also hand a button to Buffalo Hump and eat one himself. We each must have ingested several dozen peyote buttons.

‘When the sun set and the full moon was quite visible, they stopped dancing. Leather Cape began playing a drum, a small iron kettle filled with water with a rawhide head, in continuous rhythmic vibrations.

‘Buffalo Hump brandished his very sharp knife and at first I thought he was going to stab me in the stomach, but no, he was about to stab me with something else. But first, he very skillfully trimmed my pubic hair with that knife.

‘Alternating between blowing and licking, Buffalo Hump began to tease my clitoris and upper labia. Within a few minutes I concluded that Walking Tongue would have been a more appropriate name for him.

‘Buffalo Hump freed the ties on my feet and grasped me under the thighs and elevated my legs as he sat on his heels and entered me. I screamed because he was very large but it began to be somewhat less painful as I accommodated his size.

‘Leather Cape ceased playing the drum and sat behind my head with his large member across my forehead. After he amused himself tweaking my nose with it, he sat up, and with his testicles drooping over my eyes, he forced his member in my mouth as he pried my jaws open roughly with both hands. They both began chanting and praying in unison as Buffalo Hump thrust harder and harder between my legs and Leather Cape thrust harder and harder down my throat.’

"Emily’s account of her rape and torture," Kim paused a moment and began crying, "goes on and on. I can’t read anymore. Here Jack, you read the rest if you want."

"I don’t think so, Kim. What eventually happened?"

"After four days of raping Emily in every way possible she escaped. She took their horses and restrained them the same way they did her. But Emily did not ravage Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape. The wolves dispensed with these shamans.

"Apparently Emily used a similar strategy to distract Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape that she used to distract Santa Anna. These Comanches knew not some of her more bizarre techniques that were a new and incredible experience to them. For some reason, their squaws must not have been receptive to creative sexual experimentation.

"Before she departed the scene, Emily did coerce the two to tell her what happened to the ‘leshonah.’ White Eagle, the leader of the raid, took it along with most of the other valuables that belonged to those at Parker’s Fort.

"Emily never saw or heard about the ‘leshonah’ after that. White Eagle seemed to have vanished since that raid on Parker’s Fort on May 19, 1838. She was left with one lasting reminder of her tribulations with Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape; a son named Samuel Wright."

"OK, Kim, but we know the ‘leshonah’ recently made an appearance right here in Jorge’s restaurant, right?" Jack asked. "At least it was talked about here."

"That’s right, Jack," Jorge began, "the late Miyuki Huang and a Native American named Black Eagle discussed the ‘leshonah’ right here. Black Eagle had previously visited my restaurant on numerous occasions. He knew some of the history of the ‘leshonah’ and questioned me regarding my knowledge of it. I told him of my great, great grandfather Diego’s relationship with Santa Anna and everything else that I have told you.

"I don’t know much about Black Eagle but I can tell you where to look for information. He is a leader in the Native American Church, which is infamous for peyote worship and legal proceedings concerning First and Fourteenth amendment rights.

"Another individual began to meet here with Black Eagle, the late Miyuki Huang. I overheard small bits of their conversations and they did refer to the ‘leshonah.’ It was apparent to me that what they were doing was negotiating." Jorge paused and shrugged, as if to say that was all he knew.

"OK, Jorge, thank you very much for your help," Jack offered.

"My pleasure, Jack, and anything for my lovely friend, Kim." They said fond farewells.

When Jack and Kim returned to his hotel, he had several important messages. One was from Caitlin; she was on a flight to Las Vegas. The other was from Governor Thomas Bridge. He wanted Jack to meet with his daughter, Sal Bridge, immediately if not sooner.

Jack recalled the comment Caitlin made about being the bait. He wondered how Kim would feel about being a worm on the hook.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 14



Pt. XIV: The Bait

Jack persuaded Kim to pick up Caitlin at McCarran International Airport. "It will give you a chance to get to know one another. I'm going to meet with the governor's daughter, Sal Bridge."

"Sure Jack, I'll go get her. I feel like I already know her quite well. Do you think Caitlin made reservations at a hotel?"

"I doubt it, why do you ask, Kim? Caitlin most likely assumes I will get her a room at my hotel, which I certainly will do if that's what she wants."

"My friends, Andrea and her husband, are on vacation and in Hawaii for two weeks. I have the entire house to myself. I thought Caitlin might like to stay with me."

"That's a good idea, Kim, see what she says about it."

Jack met Sal Bridge at the zoo, the Southern Nevada Zoological Park on North Rancho Drive. He had no idea why she would pick that spot and thought he just might ask her. Not much of a zoo Jack recalled, certainly not the likes of the San Diego Zoo. But then, Las Vegas is a gambling town he said to himself, with over 100-degree heat in the summer and not an environment suited to many animal habitats.

According to Jack's sources, Sal Bridge had an MBA from Stanford, worked as her father's administrative assistant and was extremely bright and talented. "Kind of a Hilary Clinton but with real beauty and brains," is what one of Jack's Republican friends joked. That friend also told him nobody called the lady Sally to her face except her family. To everybody else she was Sal or Ms. Bridge.

Jack greeted Ms. Bridge with "Hello, Sally." In return she gave him a look that could fry ice. Despite that, he considered her to be one of the most beautiful creatures God ever made. Tall, long blonde, almost white hair, and the milkiest skin he had ever seen. She could almost pass for an albino but for her eyes. The kind of skin that would never tan and Jack wondered about her past bouts with sun poisoning.

"Please, Mr. Davis," were the gorgeous lady's first words, "can we stand over there in the shade?" Sal had said to meet her at the Barbary Ape exhibit. She seemed fascinated by the tailless monkeys.

"See how they pout?" Sal pointed out. "A warning to keep your distance. See how their teeth chatter? They do this to calm down and make-up after confrontations. They are also known to eat their own kind.

"Cannibals, 'eh?" Jack responded. "I've been hearing a lot about cannibals lately."

"Yes, I know, Mr. Davis. You have been under electronic surveillance. By me. I'm rather an expert at it, actually. Nobody knows but me."

Jack was too shocked to say anything at the moment. His hotel room had been swept for bugs several times.

Sal took his silence as a sign to continue.

"Mr. Davis, no Jack, I think I know you well enough to call you by your first name, do you always sleep with your employees?

"Jack, the late Thomas Peterson paid you $25,000 on behalf of my father. Due to Mr. Peterson's unfortunate recent demise, you now deal with me. Here is another $25,000 to assure you we are even more interested than before to secure your assistance in this matter.

"Like I said, Jack, I bugged you. I know about your trip to Reno. I know about your meeting with the yakuza Nobura Isaka at the restaurant. I know what you know, at least what you have said you know.

"What I want to know now is what is your next move? Lilith has likely left the scene of the assignations since she now has what she wanted, this 'leshonah' or Golden Wedge of Ophir."

"Yes, Sal, I am afraid you are right. Lilith may be difficult to find. Until she surfaces again, I think the best idea I have at the moment is to get hot on the trail of these 'locusts' on Harleys who are causing the mysterious disappearance of the lovely ladies."

"Do you have a plan, Jack?"

"Yes, yes I certainly do, Sal. I plan to use bait. Caitlin and Kim."

"I want to be involved in this, Jack. Could you use me as bait also?"

"Funny, I don't really think you are asking, Sal, more like telling. It's your money and it's your call. This could be dangerous."

"I like dangerous, Jack."

"Kim is picking up Caitlin at the airport. I'll tell the three of you together my plan."

"That's fine, Jack. In the meantime, take me to your hotel room. I will remove the bugs. Since we are working together now, no need for that. Besides as you know it is quite illegal. I don't want to be tossed in jail and lose my panties, like what's her name, Binion's girlfriend."

When they got to the hotel and Jack opened the door to his room, Sal said, "Wait outside while I remove the bugs, Jack. This is top secret stuff. I don't want you learning all my tricks just yet, not until I am sure I can trust you. You come in the room in ten minutes."

Ten minutes later when Jack entered the room, Sal was in the bed. Her clothes were neatly folded on a chair.

"What do you think you are doing, young lady?" Jack asked in astonishment.

"Hey, Jack, I just want to show you what good bait I can be."

"Well, Sal, since you are paying for my time I don't suppose I can say 'no' now can I?"

Sal laughed and pulled the covers down, exposing her luscious breasts, and motioned for him to come on over.

Kim and Caitlin hit it off from the moment they set eyes on one another at the airport. Caitlin said she was starving and uttered, "Let's go to the Pamplemousse Restaurant, Kim. I've never been there but a friend told me it is the best French in Las Vegas."

"That's funny, Caitlin, Jack told me you do the best French in Vegas."

"Yeah, right, Kim, he said the same thing about you.

They both knew then that the other had been sleeping with Jack. Their knowing smiles told the other they had a mutual understanding that it was not a problem and not a barrier to their budding friendship. In fact, it bonded them closer together.

After Kim made a left turn on Swenson and headed north she handed her cellular phone to Caitlin. "Call Jack and tell him where we are going."

Jack just caught his breath after a most erotically intense hour with Sal when he picked up the phone. He and Caitlin exchanged very warm greetings.

"Caitlin, don't start talking about the case until we get there. Right, we. I'm bringing Sal Bridge with me, daughter of the governor."

Caitlin told Kim what Jack had said. "Kim, I wonder if Jack is sleeping with Sal Bridge."

"Probably," Kim replied with a silly grin.

"What up with the shit eating grin, Kim?"

"Oh I was just thinking about something Jack said. He was talking about the two of us. I believe his exact words were, 'Like Caitlin, you have a wonderful voice, Kim. I mean, awesome. You and Caitlin should form a duet, the Horny Girls or some such thing. Both of you play the flute quite well.' He is quite the comedian."

"Yeah, really. Hey, if we get bored tonight, let's go somewhere and do some karaoke."

Kim made the rest of her way to the Pamplemousse on East Sahara Avenue with ease. It was just a block east of the Strip and the Sahara and she had been there before. She decided not to tell Caitlin she was a culinary critic before she was an investigative reporter with the Las Vegas Review-Journal, but she knew Maitre D' John would surely give her away.

Kim was right. Maitre D' John swooned all over her as soon as they walked into the Pamplemousse. He led them to his best table and announced he would be pleased to be their personal waiter for the evening. He brought them a drink and they said they would wait until the others arrived to order.

Maitre D' John escorted Jack and Sal to the table fifteen minutes later. Caitlin pressed up against Jack and kissed him passionately, much to the surprise of Kim and Sal.

"Jack, you smell of another woman," Caitlin said innocently.

Jack looked sheepish and rather astounded by the boldness of her comment.

Caitlin broke out laughing, Kim smirked gleefully and even Sal began to smile.

"OK," Jack started, "Let's quit the monkey business, Sal will tell you about the Barbary apes, and get down to the real business. I'm not staying. Sam Hanson and I are leaving for a return trip to Reno in ten minutes. A loose end has surfaced up there on this Peterson murder. What I want you three to do is go over the case, in minute detail, particularly for Sal's benefit. Also, Caitlin, Kim will fill you in on what you haven't heard yet. Tomorrow morning I will call you from Reno and tell you the plan."

"How about telling us the plan, now, Jack?" Caitlin asked rather insistently. Curiosity killed the pussy if you get my drift."

"Let me say this, ladies. The plan involves bait for the trap. You three are the bait. Do you think you can, well, how should I put this, interest some Harley riding 'locusts' in your, 'uh, personalities?"

The three beautiful women looked at each other and began winking and making lewd gestures. Just then Sam walked in and Jack left with him.

Maitre D' John came back to the table shortly and asked if they ready to order.

"John, let us see the wine list, please," Sal requested. He obliged quickly.

"Hmmm," Sal continued, "Domaine Romanee Conti, 1977, and only $850 a bottle. Bring us three. This is going to be a long night. Hey, girls, dinner is on me. I just gave your Mr. Davis another $25,000, a few more thousand isn't going to make much difference."

Caitlin order the Norwegian salmon filet, seared with a fresh orange curry beurre blanc. Kim ordered the roasted duckling au poivre vert. Sal ordered the veal medaillon sause moutarde.

For three hours they thoroughly enjoyed their dinner and went over every detail of the case.

Finally, at Maitre D's John's fourth inquiry, they decided on desert. John brought the coupe maison for all three.

"How would you two like to spend the rest of the evening?" Sal asked. "Gambling, a show, dancing, what's your pleasure? Remember, this night is on me."

"None of that for me, thanks," Caitlin responded. "I'd rather just hang out with you two, talking or whatever."

"Yeah, I'll second that," Kim added. "Let's take a couple more bottles of this cheap wine and go to my place. Well, it's not my place, but my friends are in Hawaii."

An hour later the three had shed their clothes and relaxed in the Jacuzzi, sipping from the bottles they had brought with them from the restaurant. Kim had printed some stories from an erotic web site, Literotica, which they were reading.

"Now, keep both hands on the stories, girls, we don't want them getting wet," Kim chided. "And don't pee or cum in the water because the water will turn red. This Jacuzzi is protected by pee and cum detector, you know."

When they got out they toweled each other off, looking over each other's bodies and marveling how different physically they each were.

"Kim, you are so smooth down there," Caitlin whispered as she nibbled her ear and felt between her legs. "What are you using?"

"A depilatory called Magic. Best stuff I ever used; very mild. You two should try some. On second thought, maybe not." Kim paused as she admired Sal and Caitlin with her eyes and then with her fingers. Their nether hair matched the hair on their heads and she knew it wasn't from some bottle. Sal was so almost white blonde and Caitlin was so flaming red.

"Kim?" Sal asked, "do you have any toys?"

"No, 'uh, but I like toys. Do you have any, Sal?"

"This is your lucky day." Sal fetched her large purse and pulled out her toy, a thirteen-inch flexible double dong with a penis head at each end. "I call this dude Big Bob."

Caitlin and Kim squealed almost in unison and giggled uncontrollably.

They played with Big Bob and each other for hours. At one point Sal and Kim each had one end of the double dong inside herself and they were smacking their asses up against the other and keeping the good old boy from slipping out with their fingers. Caitlin began laughing hysterically.

"Uh, uh," Kim could barely talk, "what the fuck is so funny, Caitlin?"

"I dunno. OK, yes I do. I was just thinking about what a great advertisement this would make for racial harmony. With pictures. Big Bob brings a white girl and a black girl together, bumping butts. That's it! The cure for ending racial tension and discrimination. Big Bob!"

"Shut up, Doc, you stupid squaw!" Kim shouted.

"Kim, I told you the word squaw is of Algonquin origin that means prostitute or female genitalia."

"Yeah, well bring your squaw over here, girl, and I'll take care of it for you, again."

Caitlin did and slid under Kim who was still mostly connected to Sal by Big Bob.

Kim began to lick and kiss Caitlin's tattoo between her navel and her breasts. She was fascinated by the exotic blue-eyed wolf, and Caitlin was fascinated by Kim's darting tongue.

After Caitlin quickly climaxed, she explained the wolf. "I am of the wolf clan of the Seneca. The wolf thrives in a pack ruled by an alpha male and an alpha female who are the only ones who mate. All others are subordinate. Many famous Iroquois were tattooed, including Sa Ga Yeath Qua Piewth Tow. That chief was captured in all his tattooed glory at the court of Queen Anne in 1710 in a portrait by John Verelst. My tattoo is to show respect for the ancient traditions of the Iroquois, particularly the Seneca and the Mohawk, and it is a blue-eyed wolf because I am the alpha female."

Kim moved again into Caitlin's red forest and began to tease and tantalize. Ten minutes later when Caitlin was beyond the height of orgasm, Kim stuck her tongue as deep in her as she could when Kim in turn was banged up against by Sal. As Kim continued her different kind of tongue tricks, Caitlin began mumbling again in some Native tongue the other two couldn't understand.

"Hen, hen, hen!" Caitlin moaned. Kim and Sal later found out this meant "yes!" Caitlin bore down and grunted louder and louder with each probe by Kim's tongue and soon went over the edge in a powerful contraction of her whole insides which was very different than a clitoral orgasm.

Hours later they lay entwined in each other's arms in Kim's king size bed talking softly. "Hey, Caitlin," Kim asked, "you got that book, The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nefzaoui, with you?"

"Yeah, it's in my suitcase."

"Well, go get it, and read to us will ya? That stuff is a riot."

Caitlin got up and retrieved the book. "I'll read some of my favorite portions I highlighted with my yellow marker.

"This is from Chapter Four, About Women Who Are To Be Held in Contempt ...

'And again to be despised is the woman of a sombre, frowning nature, and one who is prolific in talk; the woman who is light-headed in her relations with men, or contentious, or fond of tittle-tattle and unable to keep her husband's secrets, or who is malicious. The woman of a malicious nature talks only to tell lies; if she makes a promise she does so only to break it, and if anybody confides in her, she betrays him; she is debauched, thievish, a scold, coarse and violent; she cannot give good advice; she is always occupied with the affairs of other people, and with such as bring harm, and is always on the watch for frivolous news; she is fond of repose, but not of work; she uses unbecoming words in addressing her husband; invectives are always at her tongue's end; she exhales a bad odour which infects you, and sticks to you even after you have left her.'

"Kim," Caitlin paused, "now that reminds me of you!"

"Fuck you, Caitlin. Get to the good stuff. You know, the stuff those Harley riding 'locusts' read to the girls who up and vanished."

"OK, OK, let's see. This is from Chapter 5, Relating to the Act of Generation ...

'Woman is like a fruit, which will not yield its sweetness until you rub it between your hands. Look at the basil plant; if you do not rub it warm with your fingers it will not emit any scent. Do you not know that the amber, unless it be handled and warmed, keeps hidden within its pores the aroma contained in it. It is the same with woman. If you do not animate her with your toying, intermixed with kissing, nibbling and touching, you will not obtain from her what you are wishing; you will feel no enjoyment when you share her coouch, and you will waken in her heart neither inclination nor affection, nor love for you; all her qualities will remain hidden.'

"What do you suppose that is all about, girls?" Caitlin asked, "foreplay?"

"Pretty boring stuff," Sal concluded. "You mean to tell me these 'locust' dudes turned these ladies on with this drivel? Isn't there something a little more provocative in that book."

"OK, here's one you might like. From Chapter 6, Concerning Everything That Is Favourable to the Act of Coition ...

'Without kissing, no kind of position or movement procures the fullest pleasure; and those positions in which the kiss is not practicable are not entirely satisfactory, considering that the kiss is one of the most powerful stimulants to the work of love.

'I have said in verse:

The languishing eye

Puts in connection soul with soul,

And the tender kiss

Takes the message from member to vulva.

'The kiss is assumed to be an integral part of coition. The best kiss is the one impressed on humid lips combined with the suction of the lips and tongue, which latter particularly provokes the flow of sweet and fresh saliva. It is for the man to bring this about by slightly and softly nibbling his partner's tongue, when her saliva will flow sweet and exquisite, more pleasant than refined honey, and which will not mix with the saliva of her mouth. This manoeuvre will give the man a trembling sensation, which will run all through his body, and is more intoxicating than wine drink to excess.'

"You like that better, Sal?" Caitlin asked coyly.

"A little. I should read that to a few guys I know, what with all the times I've been fucked but not kissed. Where has all the romance gone?"

Caitin interrupted with, "I'm hungry!"

Kim replied with a slight bit of irritation, "Well go look in the refrigerator!"

Caitlin put the Big Bob dildo in her mouth and began sucking the head. "I could go for some pizza. Definitely with anchovies. I'm also in the mood for sucking cock. I always get that way after I've cum so many times I can't cum any more."

"Well," Sal said sarcastically, "you just take my Land Cruiser and go out and get some pizza or some cock or whatever it is you want. Just don't wake us up when you get back."

Kim added, "We are getting up early tomorrow. Jack will be calling and we don't want to be sleeping when he does. We do have a job besides a blowjob to do you know. You fucking squaws are crazy."

Caitlin got up from the bed, dressed quickly, picked up Sal's keys off the dresser and left. An hour later she was back with the pizza which which half gone. She slipped off her clothes and got back in bed with Kim and Sal and tried to snuggle up.

"Get your face away from me!" Kim blurted. "You smell like anchovies. And what is in your hair? It looks like cum. Oh no, you didn't?"

"Yeah, I did, but I'm not telling you, bitch. You won't even kiss me. You weren't so fucking shy a couple hours ago."

"Caitlin," Sal demanded, "now you tell us what happened.

"Well, there were these two cute guys in the pizza shop waiting for theirs. Freshmen at the local institution of higher learning just down the road. I ordered mine and then and sat and talked to them. Bright guys but geeks. They would have just died if they knew I was a professor. I told them I was a dancer at one of the hotel-casinos.

"So the pizzas are ready and I asked them if they wanted a lift back to their dorm. I pulled up to their building a couple blocks away and we are just sitting there gobbling down the pizza and talking and laughing. Really nice guys these two. I doubt either one had ever been laid but I wasn't rude enough to ask that." Caitlin paused and grabbed another piece of pizza out of the box and started chewing.




Prey For Me Ch. 14



"Geez, Caitlin," Kim spat, "would you please just fucking tell us!"

"You may have noticed I was in such a hurry to go get the pizza I didn't put on my bra. These guys are just talking away about mostly nothing when I unbuttoned my blouse and gave them a gander. All the talk stopped. I put out my hand on the dude next to me, right in his crotch. Then I reached over and put my other hand on the other one, same place. I told them to get out of the truck." Caitlin paused again and took one more piece of pizza out of the box.

"I bid them goodnight and you should have seen the looks on their faces as they sulked away. Well, I let them go a ways and then called them back. They walked over to my side of the Land Cruiser and I got out. I pushed them both up against the truck, fondled their crotches again and asked seductively, 'Do coeds give good head?' The bulges in their pants got bigger and felt like they were going to bust right out. So I helped matters along. I unzipped them, pulled out their best friends and let them get some air." Caitlin stopped again. She was so stuffed now that she was just eating the anchovies off the pizza.

"Yeah, yeah, then what?" Kim urged.

"I kneeled and put them both in my mouth at once and sucked and slurped. And then I fucking bit them off and here they are!" Caitlin pulled out the Big Bob dildo that she held in the middle and stuck it in the faces of Kim and Sal and laughed so hard she was crying and gasping for air.

"You are one asshole bitch!" Sal screamed.

"Yeah, well," Caitlin responded, still struggling to maintain control, "this Lilith did bite off these dudes' dicks, didn't she? You two think you are super sleuths? Oh my, I also have some prime land in the Everglades I'd like to sell you two. And you two think you are going to find this Lilith? Good fucking luck!"

"That's why we have you along, Doc, "Sal replied. "Now snuggle up and get some sleep. I'll even put up with your anchovy breath if you shut up."

"Hey, Kim?" Caitlin asked softly, "can we change Big Bob's name?"

"OK, I'm renaming him Little Bob. I mean, I suspect these Harley riding 'locusts' are bigger than Little Bob."

"Well then, Little Bob it is and where is good old Little Bob, by the way?" Kim inquired.

"Half of him is between my legs. Anybody want the other half?"

"Shut the fuck up, Caitlin!" Sal raged and covered her head with a pillow.

"Now sleeeep, sleeeep, sleeeep, Doc," Kim whispered. "Your eyes are getting heavy, very heavy. No fucking wonder the white eyes like Sal sent all you redskins to the reservation. Let's get some sleeeep, pleeese."

Jack called at almost noon. Kim put him on the speak-phone. The three women had just woken and still lounged in the bedroom, wiping the sleepies from their eyes.

"Did you girls have fun last night?" Jack asked innocently. All he could hear was giggling in the background. "It sure sounds like you did."

"I have a lead on these Harley riding 'locusts' I do believe," Jack continued. "Several of the brothers of those who are seducing our ladies who mysteriously disappear have been frequenting a biker bar just outside of Reno. I'm going to pursue this lead further in the next couple days."

"Jack, do you want us to come up there?" Sal asked.

"Yes, but not just yet. Like I said, we need bait. You three are the bait. I want you to spend the next few days becoming biker babes. Have any of you actually ever driven a motorcycle?"

Caitlin looked at Kim and Sal and they indicated they had not. "Not Kim or Sal, Jack, but I have. I rode an old Indian all throughout the Allegheny Indian Reservation in western New York for years."

"OK, girls, this is what I want you to do. Go see an old friend of Joshua Marshall's named Spike in South Las Vegas. He is expecting you." Jack gave them the address. Spike will give you everything you need, Harleys, clothes, guns."

"I have a gun, Jack," Caitlin interjected.

"Yes, Caitlin, I remember the .357 Smith & Wesson 686 Plus L-Frame with the Altamont grips I found in your purse. Something a little smaller would be more appropriate. Something you can more readily carry on your person."

"OK, Jack," Caitlin answered, "we'll go see Spike and then head up to Reno in a couple days. See ya later and stay out of trouble until we get there." Jack hung up.

"Just what I always wanted to be, a biker babe," Sal joked. "This isn't going to do much for my image."

"Yeah, Sal, but you two can get some of those fake tattoos and be like me," Caitlin added with a chuckle.

"Caitlin," Sal asked seriously, "what did you mean by that comment that you 'rode an old Indian' I wonder? Is that some sort of sexual innuendo?"

"No, no, Sal. Indian is a motorcycle. The first actually. Before Harley-Davidson there was the Indian Motorcycle Company of Springfield, Massachusetts. They started up around the turn of the century. The two founders put engines on bicycles and raced them.

"My grandfather bought four Indian Military Model 841 motorcycles right after World War II. A little over a thousand were produced to compete with the German BMW's but they never made it to the big war because it ended. The cycles were sold as surplus right out of the Indian warehouse in Springfield for $500 apiece.

"My grandfather and father stripped down the Indians and they and my brother rode them in the woods. You know, dirt bikes. Sal, you got a lot to learn about motorcycles. This could take two years rather than two days."

"Caitlin, you are such a snotty bitch," Sal snapped in jest. "Teach me to ride and maybe I'll teach you a few things, like about Big Bob, or whatever his name is now."

"I wonder if we'll have to fuck and suck these biker dudes to get their attention?" Kim pondered aloud.

"Whatever it takes, right, girls?" Sal responded with a question.

"I wonder how these biker dudes seduced these women so easily?" Kim pondered again.

"It's up to us to turn the tables on them and do the seducing, it seems to me," Sal concluded.

"Well, let's go see Spike," the three said one after the other.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 15



Pt. XV: Biker Babes


The bait rode to see Spike in Sal's Land Cruiser. Obviously the three women would not fit very well in Kim's Miata. Caitlin mentioned the time she sat on Brett's lap in Jack's Mercedes SLK convertible.

"I'm looking forward to getting on a bike again," Caitlin reminisced. "It has been awhile. There is something about riding a motorcycle that makes me real horny. I don't know if it's the vibration I feel between my legs or just what. A real rush."

"What doesn't make you horny, Caitlin?" Kim asked sarcastically.

Caitlin ignored her and continued with, "I always had a nice bike. I started with a little pink tricycle with streamers on the handlebars and moved on to a red, white and blue two-wheeler with training wheels. When I was twelve, my grandfather, much to the chagrin of my mother, started me on little Yamaha dirt bikes. When I was fourteen he let me ride the real stuff, those old Indians."

Spike, an intriguing character, had wrinkled and tanned skin that looked like well-used leather and several prominent scars on his face. Quite fitting for an ancient ex-Hell's Angel. He purchased a Harley-Davidson dealership when he gave up the wild lifestyle, at the insistence of his new wife. He sold the dealership at a large profit and now he owned a little shop where he just rebuilt and reconditioned old Harleys when in the mood.

"What beauty pageant did you girls escape from?" were the first words out of Spike's mouth.

"Well, Mr. Spike," Caitlin blurted excitedly, "where are these Harleys we are gonna ride? Those?" She pointed to the three old Harleys that were sitting in the middle of the garage.

"The 'those' you are pointing to, missy, are a 1935 VLD Twin Carb TNT, a 1933 VLD 74 Special Sport and a 1938 UL 74. None are ready for the road yet. That one, the 1938 UL 74, cost around $400 brand-new in 1938. When I am done with it, $40,000 couldn't buy it. No missy, not those bikes, not for you girls. You get brand spanking new Harleys."

"Read my lips, Mr. Spike," Caitlin pouted, "just where are these brand spanking new Harleys we are gonna ride?"

"You can't ride a Harley in those clothes, young lady. I'll have to dress you girls properly first, I suppose."

"Hey, dude, I got my riding clothes in the overnight bag in the back of the Land Cruiser. If I put them on, will you show me my Harley?"

"Only if I can watch you change," Spike joked.

"No problem, Mr. Spike. With that scraggly hair and beard, you look like an old goat. Too old. If you ever touched me you know where I bet you would just up and croak. But I bet you still like to watch, honey, don't you?"

"Well, uh, uh, yes I certainly do," Spike stammered.

"Alrighty then," Sal added, "show us our Harleys and then you can watch us change. Promise."

Kim nodded in agreement and offered, "But Sal and I need riding clothes. We also need riding lessons."

"No problem, girls," I'll take care of all that. The Harleys are out back. Let's go take a look."

Caitlin let out a little squeal when she saw the bikes. "I'm getting horny just looking at these machines!"

"These are brand new ..." Spike tried to begin.

"Yeah, Softails," Caitlin interrupted.

Caitlin kicked off her high heels, slipped off her pantyhose and removed her blazer. She got on the red Softail, started it and took off in a cloud of dust wearing only a very short skirt and a halter top; barefoot and no helmet, illegal of course in Nevada.

Spike was in shock momentarily. "Well, I guess Caitlin picked out the one she wanted. These bikes are all the same except for the color. The one she just took off on was 'luxury rich red pearl' and I suppose that you, Kim, get the ‘vivid black’ one and you, Sal, get the 'white pearl' one." Kim and Sal nodded in affirmation.

"These Harleys are 2000 FLSTC Heritage Softail Classics. Here is your electronic speedometer with odometer and resettable trip meter. Here are your fuel gauge, oil pressure indicator lamp and engine diagnostic light." Spike spent the next two hours explaining every feature and the operating basics to Kim and Sal.

"OK," Spike continued, "when Caitlin gets back, we'll go for a little ride. I'll ride up on behind one of you and Caitlin can ride up on behind the other."

"You can ride with me, Spike," Sal insisted, "that Caitlin is too wacko for me." Kim started to protest but then just shrugged and laughed.

"Well, let's go get you girls some riding clothes. Caitlin already has hers so she said although she certainly didn't bother putting them on. I wonder where the hell she went?"

Kim joked, "She probably got busted by the cops!" Spike, Kim and Sal walked next door to a place called Spike and Son's Lewd Leather Emporium. Spike put the key in the door and let them in with, "We are not open for business yet. The grand opening will be in two weeks when everything is ready and we have fully stocked inventory. So what exactly do you girls need?"

"Everything Spike," Kim responded, "the whole works. You got to turn us classy ladies into down and dirty biker babes, and quickly."

"I can do that," Spike said, nodding his head like a woodpecker. "What should we start with?"

Kim unsnapped the front of her Australian oilskin waterproof washed back canvas overalls. It looked like a snowmobile suit except much lighter and more comfortable.

There wasn't much under the duster that covered almost everything until it came off except for, well, undergarments. Kim was wearing only a stretch mesh string bikini and matching demi bra. She was bulging out a little on the bottom and a lot on the top.

"Uh, uh, uh," muttered Spike quite dumbstruck, "what color is that skimpy outfit?"

"Honolulu Melon, Mr. Spike."

"What color are you wearing, Sal my dear?" Spike asked.

Sal was wearing a tweed skirt, matching jacket and cream silk blouse. Great outfit for a governor's administrative assistant but zilch in the biker and leather underground. She shed the garments quickly.

"Wildcat Blue I am wearing, Mr. Spike. Matches my eyes, right? I might also point out that the size of my top is 38 D as opposed to Kim's which is 36 C. Not important, just trivia, but here I'll show you." Sal slid the adjustable straps off her shoulders and unfastened the back close.

"Uh, uh, uh." That was all Spike could muster. He was beginning to sound like a broken record.

"Oh, fuck you bitch!" Kim screamed in jest. Why don't you brag about your tits, 'eh? Hey Spike, find her something fast to cover up those slut puppies with, will ya?"

"Uh, uh, OK. Here's a little something you might like." He pulled a black leather vest off the rack. It had a full collar, lapels and front zipper closure so one could show as much cleavage as one wanted. Sal tried it on.

"Awesome!" Spike cried. "Here are some matching leather shorts."

Sal slipped off her Wildcat Blue mesh string bikini and flung it at Spike. He sniffed it and began making panting noises. He couldn't help staring at Sal's neatly trimmed almost white triangle that matched the hair on her head.

"Dun, duh, da, daaang girl, you got some long legs," was all Spike could sputter as his eyes continued to focus on that particular center of attention.

"Spike," Sal chided as a precautionary measure, "you are foaming at the mouth. Now settle down a little bit here, boy. We don't want to be doing CPR on you, ya know."

"Why not, Sal?" Kim asked demurely. "I think he's kinda cute. I find older men incredibly attractive, full of wit and wisdom."

"Shut the hell up, Kim," Sal demanded with a smirk. "Spike here is older than dirt. One step away from a nursing home. He couldn't get it up with enough Viagra to kill everybody in Las Vegas."

"Yeah, Sal, I still say he's a cutie!" With that Kim pinched his cheeks and tickled his beard.

Kim slipped off her Honolulu Melon mesh string bikini panty and unhooked her matching demi bra and let it drop to the floor. She slipped on a pair of leather shorts and a vest like the one Sal was wearing, but she didn't bother to zip up the front.

"Hey sexy dude," Kim cooed, "how much for the vest and shorts?"

"Spike's eyes were rolling in the sockets and his tongue was hanging out like a very hot and thirsty dog. "For you, doll, nothing, as long as I can keep the panties and bra you were wearing."

"Hey, no problem Spikeroo, sounds like the real deal to me although I don't think they will fit you very well. Oh, by the way, you might want to wash them before you put them on. I been wearing them for two days. No time to do laundry lately."

Spike caught the panties Kim had flung at him, stuck them under his nose and took an exaggerated whiff. "I don't think washing them will be necessary. They smell just fine to me."

"OK, Kim," Sal interrupted, "what else to we need?"

"Some chaps, girlfriend. They are like, well, open in both the front and in the back. Show her, Spike." He fetched the black leather fancy fringed chaps. They had a front buckle and zippered sides that were obscured by the fringe. Braids hung from the waist of the open rear.

Sal slipped out of the leather shorts. "I want to see what these look like without anything underneath."

"Talk about showing some ass and some beaver," Kim snickered. "No need to get naked and cold. All you got to do is bend over."

"I think she looks lovely in the chaps," Spike offered, as he stared at Sal's behind showing through the opening.

"Here, Sal," Spike insisted, "you need these. He slipped the Bugz Tazar goggles with the silver lenses over her ears and adjusted the EZ Rider helmet on her head.

Sal picked out a nice pair of fingerless mesh gloves with leather palms. Before Spike put them on her, he began to slowly suck the middle finger of her right hand.

"Yum, yum, good. Where has that finger been, girl?" Spike inquired hopefully.

"Let me assure you, Spikeroo, some place warm and juicy. Here, I'll show you. All this leather is turning me on."

Sal lowered her hand into the large opening in the front of the chaps and stuck that long finger of hers Spike had been licking right up inside her. When she pulled it out a few moments later it was definitely glistening.

"Here, Spike, a treat for you. Taste it." He did and made a face like he just tasted caviar for the first time.

Next Sal picked out a pair of Chippewa 17" lace up motorcycle boots.

"Please don't put the books on yet," Spike begged. "You have the most exquisite feet I have ever seen."

"Would you like to feel them?" Sal asked. "I'll tell you what. You are so dang cool and nice I'll let you play with my feet. But for five minutes and that's it. I'm watching the clock over there. Absolutely nothing else but touching my feet because I don't want to be responsible for you dropping dead."

Spike began to massage Sal's feet when he was interrupted by Kim shouting at him.

"Who's that knocking at my door? Who's that knocking at my door? Spike, are you frigging deaf? There is somebody at your door. You better go see."

"Yeah, I'm sure it's my grandson, Woody, bringing over more inventory. I must have locked the door." Spike let his grandson in and Woody gazed upon Sal and Kim like he was looking at Penthouse.

"Hey," Woody remarked excitedly as he stared in particular at the opening in the front of the chaps Sal was wearing, "you babes are hot! What beauty pageant did you two escape from?"

"That's the same thing your grandfather said, Woody," Kim chided. "Did he give you lessons on how to win friends and influence girls?"

"Yeah, right," Woody boasted, "I talk the talk and walk the walk when it comes to chicks. They call me the 'Babe Magnet' at school."

"What school?" Kim asked sarcastically, "kindergarten?"

"Woody, run out to my truck and get my tool box," Spike ordered.

When Woody walked out, Spike explained, "Please don't mind him. Just your typical very horny teenager with a big mouth. He has never had sex with anything but his hand. I'm the one he talks to about the birds and the bees. His mother is a holy roller and my son is a wimp. I promised Woody a real woman for his birthday next week, to break him in right and teach him all the right stuff. Hey, would one of you be interested? I'd pay you whatever you asked."

"No way!" Kim and Sal spat in unison.

"Well, do you know anyone who would be interested?"

"Maybe," Kim replied, "but it would cost you a grand, Spike. But she's worth it, very beautiful, and discreet and safe, if you get my drift. I doubt I could get you a discount. Dominique doesn't negotiate the fee for her services, but I probably could talk her into letting you watch."

"Yes! I like that idea. My grandson gets his first piece of ass and I get to see it all. Please, Kim, arrange it. In the meantime, when Woody comes back in, could you give him a little T & A show, like you do for me? Just to sort of tide him over until next week when he meets up with this Dominique."

"I dunno, Spike," Kim said with considerable uncertainty in her voice.

"Pretty please? If you do, you girls can have all the stuff you already picked out for free and you both can take one of those expensive leather jackets on the rack in front."

Sal and Kim looked at each other, shrugged and nodded.

Kim spoke first. "OK, we'll let him put the tattoos on us."

"The tattoos?" Spike asked.

"Yeah, Spike, biker chicks need tattoos. Ours just happen to be fake and you can't even hardly tell."

"Kim, he can put the tattoos on you," Sal corrected. "I didn't say I was doing tattoos.

As Woody came back in with the tool box and, Kim was slipping off the leather vest.

"Now, Woody," Sal queried, "how about you being da judge here?" She unzipped her leather vest so Woody could offer his opinion. "I was pointing out to your grandfather awhile ago that my breast are larger than Kim's. What do you think, Woody? Can you tell by just looking?"

Kim sat on a chair and beckoned Woody to come near and kneel in front of her. "Hers may be bigger but mine are firmer as you are about to find out, Woody. Put this butterfly tattoo right here on my left breast." She leaned over and stuck the boob in question right in his face. "Incidentally, these tattoos last about a week and are quite waterproof."

"No, Woody, not on my nipple!" Kim screamed at him. "Over here. Geez!" She grasped his shaking hands and helped him.

The girls could really notice the huge bulge developing in Woody's pants.

"Woody, you got a woody!" Sal joked. "Well, let's see the dang thing. Pull it out. Let's see what the 'Babe Magnet' has to offer the babes."

Both Sal and Kim were duly impressed but of course didn't say so. Woody did have quite the woody.

"Here, Woody," Kim instructed, "put this dolphin tattoo right here on the inside of my thigh."

"Woody, we already know you are a virgin," Sal whispered, "but just for another week until your birthday. So tell me, hasn't anyone ever sucked your cock?"

"Uh, uh, no, not yet. But I think I'd like that."

"Yes, I'm sure you would, Woody. You mean to tell me that none of those cute little cocksucking cheerleaders at your school ever gave you a blowjob?"

"Uh, uh, no, not yet. But I think I'd like that."

"Yes, I'm sure you would, Woody. What if I put your woody in my mouth? Woody, would you like that? You have a nice woody, Woody. What if I, well, maybe I'll just show you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, ma'am, I surely would."

"Oh, what the fuck?" Kim couldn't help interrupting, "now he's getting polite?"

"Stand up, Woody," Sal demanded.

Kim burst out laughing. "It looks to me like woody is already standing up."

Sal began to nibble and lick the head of Woody's woody. Then she slowly deepthroated him with one hand caressing his balls and the other hand playing with his bum. His knees began to buckle and he was very unsteady.

"OK, Woody, we better get you off your feet before you collapse." Sal relaxed on her back on the plush oriental rug on the floor.

"Woody," Sal continued, "kneel behind my head. Put your woody in my mouth. Kim, go get that thirteen inch double-dong Little Bob. I stuck it in my purse. Stick it in me while I'm doing Woody."

Woody eagerly did as he was told and so did Kim.

Kim began to lick and nibble the inside of Sal's thighs through the open crotch of her thighs while giving her a liberal application of Little Bob. Sal controlled Woody's woody with her hands and mouth such that he wouldn't cum, at least not until she had gotten off due to Kim's ministrations. Sal had a nice whimpering and moaning orgasm, not one of her yelling kind but not too bad. Kim then used Little Bob on herself as she watched Sal finish the job.

"Hurry up!" Kim yelled at Sal. "Spike doesn't look too well. I don't know how much more of this watching his dear old heart can take."

"OK, Woody, you heard her. Hurry up now, honey," Sal purred. "Now you can fuck my mouth hard. Go for it!"

Woody did what he was told. In about what seemed like a minute later he pulled his woody out of Sal's mouth and shot loads of cum all over her face and into her mouth which she kept wide open. He didn't make much noise which is true of most teenage dudes who are so used to secretly jerking off five times a day. Woody did have a cute look on his face, like a puppy dog who just got petted.

"Woody, did you like that?" Sal asked sardonically.

"Yes ma'am and thank you, ma'am," was all Woody could muster.

"Sal," Kim mused sarcastically, "if only your father the governor could see you now with cum all over your face."

Woody laughed and seemed rather proud of himself.

"What the fuck are you laughing at Woody?" Sal spat. "You are lucky I didn't bite that damn thing off like our Lilith does. How would you like to have to pee sitting down?"

"Hey, Spike!" Kim blurted, "somebody is knocking at the door again."

"Oh, shit, it's Woody's mother, the holy roller. Zip it up, Woody, quick!"

"Hello, Ethel," Spike greeted as he let her in. "This is Sal and Kim. They are our first customers, sort of an advance sale."

Sal sat on a chair, zipped up her vest and crossed her legs so Ethel couldn’t see what the chaps were not covering. Kim quickly slipped on her overalls.

"Woody," Ethel scolded, "get home right now. Your calculus tutor will be arriving in a few minutes. That's all I wanted. Woody, what’s that stuff on your pants, mayonnaise? You are so sloppy." Woody ran out and his mother followed.

Just as the mother and son were leaving, Caitlin was arriving in a cloud of dust similar to the one she stirred up when she left hours ago.

"Where the hell have you been, Caitlin?" Kim demanded.

Caitlin ignored the question and instead asked one of her own. "What's been going on here? I see you two got into some riding clothes. Sal, you might want to put something on underneath those chaps. You are gonna get butt burn."

"What's been going on here, Caitlin," Kim explained, "is that Sal here just gave Spike's grandson, Woody, the dude that just ran out with his mama, one incredible blowjob."

"Yeah, right, Kim," Caitlin replied while rolling her eyes, "you are just trying to get me back for that pizza and blowjob story I told you guys. Let's get the show on the road. It's time for some riding lessons."

"Caitlin," Kim persisted, "I asked you where you were. Now spill your guts. And I’m not jiving you, Sal just sucked off Spike’s grandson Woody."

"Oh, really? And did she pretend she was ‘the Yellow Rose of Texas’ and he was Santa Anna I wonder? You are such a bullshitter, Kim."

"OK, don’t believe me, Caitlin, but where the hell were you?"

"I went to the fucking library, what did you think?"

"Ya know, Caitlin, you really talk like a doctor of philosophy or whatever it is you are."

"OK, OK, I went to the gas station just two blocks away, on the corner. I like to show a little leg when I’m cruising. Just adds to the fun. I also like to ride topless on occasion and I don’t mean without a helmet. Not that I want to cause accidents or anything so I pick my spots. My favorite scene is pulling up to a gas station and pumping my gas topless. Then I walk up to the door, stare at the ‘No Shirt – No Shoes – No Service’ sign, whip on my top and go in and pay. That’s exactly what I just did at that gas station down the street."




Prey For Me Ch. 15



"Oh, bullshit, Caitlin, you are so full of shit."

"Hey, hey, hey," Sal interrupted, "what’s this, a bitch fight? I did blow Woody, Caitlin. Just practicing, ya know? What do you think we are going to have to do to these Harley riding ‘locusts’ to get their attention do you suppose? Cook them dinner?"

"Girls, girls," Spike pleaded, "let’s go for a ride on your new Harleys. OK, I’m with Sal and Caitlin, you are with Kim."

The four of them spent the next five hours practicing on the Softails. Kim and Sal seemed to get the hang of it quite quickly. The only complaint that could be heard was from Sal, "Dagnabbit, Spike, quit squeezing my tits so hard. I’m trying to drive here, ya know?"

The girls had mastered the Harleys; it was time to see what they could with the pistols. Spike fetched the three Glock 26 mini-pistols.

As soon as Caitlin saw them, she started yapping. "Glock 26. Nine milimeter. Ten round magazine. A little over six inches long and four inches in height. Weighs just a little over a pound without the magazine. Mostly plastic. Hey, girls, just imagine where you can hide one of these little suckers."

"Caitlin," Spike asked, "why don’t you take Kim and Sal to the shooting range? Here, I’ll write down the directions. See what they can do with these Glocks. I’m going to call Mr. Davis and tell him you all are just about ready.

Two hours later the girls returned. "We got Annie Oakley and Calamity Jane with these two, Spike," Caitlin joked. "Shit, they can hit anything, as long as they are about a foot away."

Spike ignored Caitlin and gave his report. "Mr. Davis said to practice your singing and then get your sweet asses on up to Reno. He has a gig for you at a biker bar where the perpetrators, he said you’d know what that meant, hang out. You are supposed to be a new biker babe version of the Dixie Chicks I think he said. Hey, do you girls do Goodbye Earl by chance? I like Dennis Franz."

"Do dogs bark, Spike?" Caitlin warbled a few verses.

"Goodbye Earl. We need a break. Let’s go out to the lake Earl. We’ll pack a lunch, and stuff you in the trunk, Earl. Is that alright? Good! Let’s go for a ride, Earl. Hey!

Well, hey hey hey! Aww hey hey hey! Well, hey hey hey!"

"Now Spike, just for you, we’ll do our new tune, Goodbye Spike."

"Goodbye Spike. Take a hike on a big bad Harley bike.

Well, hey hey hey!

Goodbye Spike. We no like.

Well, hey hey hey!

Spike, if you don’t chill, We’re gonna make you road kill.

Well, hey hey hey!"

"Ok," he finally managed to say weakly after the giggling died down, "I have a little present for you girls, besides the stuff you stole from me.

Spike brought out the red leather motorcycle jackets with fringe and conchos.

"Oh, Spike, these are awesome!" Kim exclaimed as the other two girls nodded and tried them on.

"OK, girls," Spike concluded, "tomorrow, besides practicing your riding and shooting just a wee bit more, you are going to practice your singing. Meet me here again first thing in the morning. I have another little surprise for you."

"Sal?" Kim asked, "Caitlin and I sing, quite well we have been told. Can you sing?"

"Yeah, I do a little deepthroating. Didn’t I just demonstrate that with Woody?"

"We’ll get you a guitar, Sal," Caitlin chimed in. "That or a skin flute. You can lip sync."

Hot, sweaty, sore and tired, the girls shucked off their clothes and jumped in the Jacuzzi as soon as they got back to Kim’s place.

"Kim," what’s in that can you set by your towel?" Sal asked, overwhelmed with curiosity.

"Here, catch!" Kim flipped the gold can to Sal. "That’s the Magic. You know, the stuff that makes me smooth in the nether world. I’m going to use it in a minute. You can watch if you like, just in case you might want to try it."

"Ouch! How in the hell do you get this top off?" Sal had tried to pry off the top with her fingernails and broke two.

"You got to use a screwdriver or knife, Sal."

"Thanks, now you tell me. Do you think I should try it? Not the screwdriver, I mean the Magic, on my pussy."

"Well, Sal," Kim replied, "did you see that commercial where these two girls are at a convenience store try to decide to spend their last few dollars on Magic or Bud Light? Now Anheuser-Busch has a new Bud Light slogan, ‘Soooooooo Smooth!!! Men prefer blondes but they like smooth even better.’ Who believed that ‘I love you man, but you’re not getting my Bud Light’ bullshit anyway? Does that answer your question, Sal?"

Sal ignored Kim and directed her attention to Caitlin. "What are you reading, Caitlin?"

"This is a Jehovah’s Witness publication entitled The WATCHTOWER. It was lying on the coffee table. Kim must have received a visit.

"What has you so absorbed? You haven’t said anything for ten minutes?"

"Coincidentally, I’m reading this article about Jesus, Mary Magdalene, and this Magic stuff. They exchanged letters regarding the matter. I’ll read what it says to you …

‘My Dearest Mary Magdalene, November 25, 0031

I’m happy you tried shaving. It makes me so horny just thinking about it. Your shaved pussy is absolutely wonderful to see, to touch, to massage and to lick - it is the ultimate turn-on for me and I can not wait to just look and admire it once again, as it is something I think about all the time.

You complained about the stubble and shaving bumps. Try Magic the powder. It was invented by quite the rascal, Ezequeel, one of the fallen angels. Magic will remove your hair below the skin surface without causing any bumps. It will make your hair, when it does grow back, much softer, thinner and less sharp. No more Brillo pads for me!

Love, Jesus

"And here is Mary’s reply …

‘My Dearest Jesus, November 25, 0031

The Magic worked great! But the angel who brought it insisted on applying it himself with his tongue. What’s up with him? He kept making me drink this red milky stuff he called Angeldew. Yeow and what a rush that stuff gave me, and then, well, never mind. That Ezequeel sure made me squeal!

The new me, now that you solved the stubble trouble, is really cool. And I do mean really cool. Hurry up and get back here warm me up. Sweet Jesus I can’t wait!

Love, Mary Magdalene (keeping it smooth just for you!)’

"So this Magic has been around for awhile, ya know, girls," Caitlin joked.

"You are so full of shit, Caitlin!" Kim yelled. "Really, what are you reading about?"

"Here, Kim, you read what I marked, since you never fucking believe me. Like I said, and like you can see from the cover, this is a Jehovah’s Witness publication, The WATCHTOWER."

Kim read what Caitlin had marked. "The disobedient materialized angels had sexual relations with women, and the women bore children. These were not ordinary children. They were Nephilim, half human and half angel. The Bible account says: ‘The Nephilim proved to be in the earth in those days, and also after that, when the sons of the true God continued to have relations with the daughters of men and they bore sons to them, they were the mighty ones who were of old, the men of fame. (Genesis 6:4).’ Caitlin, that Ezequeel you mentioned, I remember him. One of our perpetrators."

"Yes indeed, Kim. Ezequeel is the ‘locust’ who seduced and disappeared with Alicia Dunn in Salt Lake City. She is the wife of a polygamist who is one of the main spiritual leader of the Latter-Day Church of Christ."

"Hey, Caitlin," Sal proposed, "I’ll try the Magic if you will. I bet these Nephilim or ‘locusts’ or whatever the hell they are like smooth pussies just like Jesus. I mean, they are Sons of God, too, right?"

"OK, Sal, let’s do it. Kim, you are our leader here."

They got out of the Jacuzzi and each sat on a towel on the floor.

Kim mixed up the entire contents of the can with water. "Hey, it only costs $1.99 a can. I want to make sure we have enough." Once she had a creamy paste, she began to apply it. "OK, now you leave it on for five minutes and then remove it with the edge of this spatula."

Half an hour later they were each licking very smooth pussies.

"Caitlin?" Sal asked hours later as they were near sleep, "I’m not particularly religious, but do you think what we just did is sinful, according to the bible?"

"Which bible? Each one says something a little different. Nobody truly understands ‘the bible’ I don’t think. It is important to translate passages back to the original languages to determine the meaning.

"To answer your question," Caitlin continued, "there is little in your bible that prohibits a woman being intimate with another woman. Are we really to believe that Solomon and others with multiple wives and concubines never did a threesome or foursome? Now, a 300some might be a stretch. Picture this - the king spends the night with the five of his wives who are currently ovulating. The king takes care of business with one, and while he rests for a short spell, he watches the five ladies ‘play’ with each other. Do you really think this guy needs to spend $10 for a Viagra pill? The fivefold results of the activities of the evening make an appearance nine months later.

"And what about Onanism? Did you ever hear one of those ‘God will strike you dead for masturbating sermons? What Onan did that so displeased God was not marry Tamar, his dead brother’s wife, as he had been commanded. Had Onan done as he was told it certainly would have avoided the Tamar ‘playing the harlot’ tomfoolery that resulted in the breach and the scarlet thread which eventually confused the issue of the lineage of Judah."

"Caitlin," Sal interrupted, "OK, I believe you. Now, would you please go down on me one more time?"

"Only if you do me at the same time. What about Kim? Oh, not to worry, she fell asleep."

"I’m just disappointed, Caitlin, that what we are doing is not wrong, because I was hoping you would spank me for being a bad girl."

"I’ll spank you anyway. Get your cute little ass over here on my lap."

"Yeow!" Sal squealed.

"Sorry! You have such a pretty ass, kind of pear-shaped."

"Well kiss my ass then!"

"I’ll do better than that. This is called a black kiss."

Sal moaned in ecstasy as Caitlin spread her cheeks and inserted her tongue. An hour later they fell asleep with their heads between the other’s legs.

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 16



Kim and Caitlin sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and munching on bagels and reading.  Sal strolled in from just showering.

"What written word are you girls so engrossed in this morning?"  Sal inquired pleasantly.  "Look at my bum, Caitlin, it's still red!  You are a brute."

"What the hell did you two do to each other last night after I fell asleep?" Kim snapped, a tinge of jealousy in her voice.  "And why don't you put something on?"

"Where did you two get those kimono robes?"

"This kimono is called a yukata, Sal.  In Japan, the yukata is the most popular daily summer kimono wear.  The name 'yukata' comes from the word 'yu' or bath and the word 'katabira' or under-clothing.  The 'yukatabira' were worn loosely after bathing.  Japanese warriors began wearing them and then everyone when the Japanese public bath became popular.  Now they are considered appropriate for almost any occasion.  When I investigated the yakuza for my articles in the Las Vegas Review-Journal, I took a little trip to Japan, and came back with these.  I'll go get you one."

Two minutes later Kim was back.  "OK, Sal, which one do you want?  "This one is the Koi Yukata with beautiful koi fish detailed in red with white waves, on the black material.  The other one is the Shogi Yukata with Japanese kanji symbols on the indigo blue maze background."

Sal reached for the one with the fish and slipped it on.

"And how did I know you liked fish?" Caitlin kidded.  To answer your question, I'm reading the newspaper.  Listen to this one.  This lawyer named David Saxton has been charged with involuntary deviate sexual intercourse, sexual assault, indecent assault and furnishing alcohol to minors.  Nine years ago Saxton ran for District Attorney.

"Saxton took this eighteen year old dude out drinking.  The unnamed dude was employed by Saxton to work off a debt for legal services rendered.  So the unnamed dude passes out on a couch in Saxton's basement only to wake up with his pants open and his cock in Saxton's mouth.

"So the unnamed dude goes home and tells his mother to takes him to the hospital where they do a DNA test which indicates the saliva on the unnamed dude's genitalia belongs to Saxton.

"Caitlin?" Sal asked, "isn't that rape?"

"I guess not.  I mean, I'm no lawyer, but unauthorized oral sex must not be considered rape which is why the other charges."

"So," Kim added, "that means you two performing cunnilingus on me last night while I was asleep is no big deal?"

"Get real, Kim," Sal laughed, "like you wouldn't have jumped up begging for more."

"OK, maybe you didn't," Kim continued, "but I know you wanted to.  I was reading some articles recently saying that erotic rape fantasy stories may lead to those reading such stories to, well, go out and do it."

"Bullshit, Kim," Caitlin retorted.  "If you ever publish the story about Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape raping Emily, would you be concerned that it might provoke someone to go out and commit rape?  I know, I know, that story is true, but who could tell the difference?  When you publish your book about serial killers, do you think it will influence some to emulate the perpetrators?

"And what about our Lilith who bites off her victim's penis, and in the last murder ripped out a man's heart?"  Caitlin began to rant and rage.  "If you write a story about her, Kim, will copy-cat mutilating killings result?  Sick fucks like Saxton don't want to be held accountable for their actions and want an excuse.  Obviously this Saxton, being a lawyer and a past candicate for D.A., knew the possible consequences of his actions.  He thought he could get away with it.  Same thing with Lilith.  She thinks she can get away with it."

Sal began sobbing uncontrollably.

"What's the matter, Sal?" Kim asked as she put her arm around her.

"Oh, Caitlin just struck a raw nerve.  Not your fault, girlfriend.  It's this Lilith thing and what she did to my father."

"Well, Sal," Caitlin reminded, "at least he is still alive unlike her other boyfriends."

"I know, but still.  I think I can better now understand how women who have been raped feel; totally dominated, violated and humiliated.  Funny thing, my father probably liked it, other than the blackmail part.  He has some rather kinky sexual desires I think, and he sure ain't gonna get my mama to cooperate in that area.  She is rather, how should I put it, conservative when it comes to sex.  I think her mother told her just to lay on your back and chant, 'Oh Baby! Oh Baby!'  I doubt my mother has ever had an orgasm."

"How sad!" Kim said in semi-shock.  "But, Sal, you don't seem to have any problems along those lines."

"Yeah, I must take after my father.  He really is a good guy, you know.  I am, however, afraid that his political career may be going right down the toilet with this Lilith caper."

Just then the ringing doorbell halted the conversation.

Kim peeked out the window.  "It's the two guys, Jehovah's Witnesses, who last week dropped off that literature you were reading from last night, Caitlin.  You know, about the fallen angels.  I'll get rid of them."

"No, no, let them in, Kim," Caitlin urged.  "I would like to hear what they have to say."

The two young men, in their early twenties, introduced themselves as David Lamb and Eric Young.  Both wore conservative dark suits, white shirts and mostly red ties.

"What are those, your power ties?" Caitlin queried sarcastically.  

The two gentlemen and Kim and Sal had little doubt in determining who commanded this meeting.  "OK, guys, tell ya what," Caitlin ordered, "you give us your opinion of our singing and we'll give you our opinion of your literature.  Deal?"  She didn't wait for an answer and motioned them to follow her into the study.

"Who plays the organ?" Caitlin asked as she pointed to the one in the corner.

"I do!" Sal piped up.

"Yes, Sal, I have heard you play the organ; Woody's.  No, I suspect one of these two dudes can do just fine."  

Eric sat down at the organ and Caitlin leafed through the book of Christian hymns that had been lying on a table nearby.  "My girlfriend plays organ at the church they attend," Kim explained.

"OK, here's the one we'll do, Angel Voices, which it says here was written to celebrate a new organ at the Church of St. John the Evangelist at Wingate, Lancashire, England, almost a hundred and forty years ago.  The words are by Francis Pott and the music by Arthur Sullivan.  OK, girls, let's sing it."

"Angel voices, every singing,
Round Thy throne of light.
Angel harps, forever ringing,
Rest not day or night:
Thousands only live to bless Thee, 
And confess Thee Lord of might.

Thou Who art beyond the farthest mortal eye can scan,
Can it be that Thou regardest songs of sinful man?
Can we feel that Thou art near us and wilt hear us?
Yea, we can.

Lord, we know Thy love rejoices o'er each work of Thine;
Thou didst ears and hands and voices for Thy praise combine;
Craftsman's art and music's measure for Thy pleasure didst design.

Here, great God, today we offer of Thine own to Thee;
And for Thine acceptance proffer, all unworthily,
Hearts and minds, and hands and voices,
In our choicest melody.

Honor, glory, might and merit,
Thine shall ever be.
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, blessed Trinity;
Of the best that Thou hast give earth and heaven render Thee."

The two young me applauded.  "Great singing!"  David exclaimed, "you ladies have beautiful voices."

"Ladies?" Kim snapped, mostly in jest, "we are not that much older than you guys.  "Sal, you don't sing too bad.  We'll let you do the 'Hey! Hey! Hey!' for Goodbye Earl."

"Uh, one thing I might point out," Eric commented, "regarding that song, we don't believe in the Trinity doctrine."

"Yes, well there is some of your doctrine I don't believe, Mr. J.W.," Caitlin stated rather sternly.  "Now, I won't beat you to death with the errors of your doctrine.  I could care less what you preach.  There is something in this publication of yours, The WATCHTOWER, that interests me greatly.

"Now, I am going to explain something to you young gentlemen.  Do not interrupt me.  I am a college professor although I am on sabbatical at the moment from the Harvard Divinity School.  You two just pretend you are attending a lecture.  When I'm finished you can ask questions and maybe I'll give you a little quiz.  You got it?"  The two pupils nodded their heads in agreement.

"I selected the song Angel Voices because I want to talk about angels.  But not the good angels in that song; the bad angels in your literature." 

Caitlin handed the publication to Eric.  It was open to the page she wanted to talk about and certain paragraphs were highlighted.

"You say 'The disobedient materialized angels had sexual relations with women, and the women bore children.  These were Nephilim, half human and half angel.'  Then you quote the applicable bible verse, Genesis 6:4.

"I will agree with that statement except for one point.  There are dissenting opinions on this from biblical scholars, but I say the word Nephilim applies to both the fallen angels and their offspring.  There are various branches of the Nephilim, the offspring.  One branch is the Rephaim.  I will explain all of this shortly.

"The statement in this publication I strongly disagree with is, 'At the global Flood, the rebellious angels dematerialized and returned in disgrace to the spirit realm.  God punished them by prohibiting them from again materializing in human bodies.  The Nephilim, the superhuman offspring of the disobedient angels, all perished.  Only Noah and his small family survived the Deluge.'  This last statement of yours is not logical or biblically correct.

"First, Noah and his wife and two sons and their wives were the only descendents of Adam who survived the Deluge.  Descendents of Adam!  If Adam was born about 6,000 years ago, clearly there were humans around long before him.  Your brain is no bigger than a pea if you do not believe that.  Humans not descendents of Adam survived the Deluge.  That is the only explanation that is logical and scientifically plausible.

"Second, some Nephilim, offspring of the fallen angels, survived the Deluge.  The bible contains overwhelming evidence supporting this conclusion.  I'll show it to you.  You can make up your own mind, but I suspect your leaders already made up your mind for you.

"Clearly Genesis 6:4, in the context of previous verses and those following, refers to Noah's time.  Genesis 6:4 says, 'There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that ...'  After what?  After the time of Noah no doubt.  Long after.  The word 'giants' of course is translated from the Hebrew word 'Nephilim.'  The date of the Deluge or Flood is often given as 2348 BC.  Keep that date fixed in your mind."

"Well, why should you believe me?  My favorite King James version is THE COMPANION BIBLE, of which the great biblical scholar E. W. Bullinger was mostly responsible.  Not that Bullinger cornered the market on biblical omnipotence.  Nobody ever has had all the answers.  Bullinger wrote other interesting works such as The Witness of the Stars.

"I just happen to have my favorite bible with me.  Let me read Appendix 25 of that bible to you.  It is entitled THE NEPHILIM OR 'GIANTS' OF GENESIS 6.

"The progeny of the fallen angels with the daughters of Adam are called in Gen. 6, Nephilim, which means 'fallen ones' (from naphal, to fall).  What these beings were can be gathered only from Scripture.  They were evidently great in size, as well as great in wickedness.  They were superhuman, abnormal beings; and their destruction was necessary for the preservation of the human race, and for the faithfulness of Jehovah's Word (Gen. 3:15).

"This was why the Flood was brought 'upon the world of the ungodly' (2 Pet. 2:5) as prophesied by Enoch (Jude 14).

"But we read of the Nephilim again in Num. 13:33:  'there we saw the Nephilim, the sons of Anak, which come of the Nephilim.'  How, it may be asked, could this be, if they were all destroyed in the Flood?  The answer is contained in Gen. 6:4, where we read:  'There were Nephilim in the earth in those days (i.e. in the days of Noah); and also AFTER THAT, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men (Hebrew gibbor, the heroes) which were of old, men of renown' (lit. 'men of the name,' i.e. who got a name and were renowned for their ungodliness).

"So that 'after that,' i.e. after the Flood, there was a second irruption of these fallen angels, evidently smaller in number and more limited in area, for they were for the most part confined to Canaan, and were in fact known as 'the nations of Canaan.'  It was for the destruction of these that the sword of Israel was necessary, as the Flood had been before.

"As to the date of this second irruption, it was evidently soon after it became known that the seed was to come through Abraham; for, when he came out from Haran (Gen. 12:6) and entered Canaan, the significant fact is stated: 'The Canaanite was then (i.e. already) in the land.'  And in Gen. 14:5 they were already known as 'Rephaim' and 'Emim' and had established themselves as Ashteroth Karnaim and Shaveh Kiriathaim.

"In ch 15, 18-21 they are eunumerated and named among Canaanite Peoples:  'Kenites and the Kenizzites, and the Kadmonites, and the Hittites, and the Perizzities, and the Rephaims, and the Amorites, and the Girgashites, and the Jebusites' (Gen. 15, 19-21; cp. Ex. 3:8, 17; 23:23.  Deut. 7; 20:17.  Josh. 12:8.

"These were to be cut off, and driven out, and utterly destroyed (Deut. 20:17.  Josh. 3:10).  But Israel failed in this (Josh. 13:13, 15:63; 16:10; 17:18.  Judg. 1:19, 20, 28, 29, 30-36; 2:1-5; 3:1-7); and we know not how many got away to other countries to escape the general destruction.  If this were recognised it would go far to solve many problems connected with Anthropology.

"As to their other names, they were called Anakim, from one Anak which came of the Nephilim (Num. 13:23), and Rephaim, from Rapha, another notable one among them.

"From Deut. 2:10, they were known by some as Emim, and Horim, and Zamsummim (v. 20, 21) and Avim, & c.

"As Rephaim they were well known, and are often mentioned: but unfortunately, instead of this, their proper name, being preserved, it is variously translated as 'dead,' 'deceased' or 'giants.'  These Rephaim are to have no resurrection.  This fact is stated in Isa. 26:14 (where the proper name is rendered 'deceased,' and v. 19, where it is rendered 'the dead').

"It is rendered 'dead' seven times (Job 26:5, Ps. 88:10.  Prov. 2:18; 9:18, 21:16.  Isa. 14:8; 26:19).

"It is rendered 'deceased' in Isa. 26:14.

"It is retained as a proper name 'Rephaim' ten times (two being in the margin).  Gen. 14:5; 15:20, Josh. 12:15 (marg.).  2 Sam 5:18, 22; 23:13, 1 Chron 11: 15; 14:9; 20:4 (marg.).  Isa. 17:5.

"In all other places it is rendered 'giants,' Gen. 6:4, Num. 23:33, where it is Nephilim; and Job 16:14, where it is gibbor (Ap. 14 iv).

"By reading all these passages the Bible student may know all that can be known about these beings.

"It is certain that the second irruption took place before Gen. 14, for there the Rephaim were mixed up with the five nations or peoples, which included Sodom and Gomorrha, and were defeated by the four kings under Chedorlaomer.  Their principal locality was 'Ashtaroth Karnaim'; while the Emim were in the plain of Kiriathaim (Gen. 14:5).

"Anak was a noted descendant of the Nephilim; and Rapha was another, giving their names respectively to different clans.  Anak's father was Arba, the original builder of Hebron (Gen. 35:27.  Josh. 15:13; 21:13; 9:2), evidently inspiring the ten spies with great fear (Num. 13:33).  Og king of Bashan is described in Deut. 3:11.

"Their strength is seen in 'the giant cities of Bashan' today; and we know not how far they may have been utilized by Egypt in the construction of buildings, which is still an unsolved problem.

"Arba was rebuilt by the K'habiri or confederates seven years before Zoan was built by the Egyptian Pharoahs of the nineteenth dynasty.  See note on Num. 13:22.

"If these Nephilim, and their branch of Rephaim, were associated with Egypt, we have an explanation of the problem which has for ages perplexed all engineers, as to how those huge stones and monuments were brought together.  Why not in Egypt as well as in 'the great cities of Bashan' which exist, as such, to this day?

"Moreover, we have in these mighty men, the 'men of renown,' the explanation of the origin of the Greek mythology.  That mythology was no mere invention of the human brain, but it grew out of the traditions, and memories, and legends of the doings of that mighty race of beings; and was gradually evolved out of the 'heroes' of Gen. 6:4.  The fact that they were supernatural in their origin formed an easy step to their being regarded as the demi-gods of the Greeks.

"Thus the Babylonian 'Creation Tablets,' the Egyptian 'Book of the Dead,' the Greek mythology, and heathen Cosmogonies, which by some are set on an equality with Scripture, or by others adduced in support of it, are all the corruption and perversion of primitive truths, distorted in proportion as their origin was forgotten, and their memories faded away."      

Caitlin paused after reading the appendix.  "Kim, get me a fucking beer.  All this talk is making me real thirsty."

"A beer?  For breakfast?"

"Yes, and make it Bud Light.  Remember the Magic commercial?"

Sal and Kim began to giggle.

"What's Magic?" David asked innocently.

"What's Magic?" Caitlin snapped, "that's what makes my pussy smooth."  She stood and slipped off her yakuta and gave the boys a gander.  They couldn't speak but they sure stared.

Caitlin took a long swig of the Bud Light, sat back down and crossed her legs, never bothering to put the yakuta back on.

"You boys have a problem with the naked female body?" Caitlin asked rather demurely, for her.

"Uh, uh, no, not at all," Eric replied.  David was too shocked to speak.

Caitlin continued her lecture.  "Let me point out a few of the verses mentioned in this appendix about the book of Joshua, and relate it to a time frame."

"According to Joshua 11:21, 'And at that time came Joshua, and cut off the Anakims from the mountains, from Hebron, from Debir, From Anab, and from all the mountains of Judah, and from all the mountains of Israel: Joshua destroyed them utterly with their cities.'  Then in Joshua 11:22, 'There was none of the Anakims left in the land of the children of Israel: only in Gaza, in Gath, and in Ashdod, there remained.'  The Anakims were descendents of the evil angels through Anak and Gath was one of the places where they remained.  Do you recall who was from Gath?  Goliath!  Perhaps Goliath, the giant, had a little Nephilim in him?"

"I'll just quote two more verses regarding Og, who also had a little Nephilim in him.  Joshua 12:4, 'And the coast of Og king of Bashan, which was of the remnant of the giants, that dwelt at Ashtaroth and at Edrei.'  And Joshua 13:12, 'All the kingdom of Og in Bashan, which reigned in Ashtaroth and in Edri, who remained of the remnant of the giants:  for these did Moses smite, and cast them out.'  'Giants' in these verses is the Hebrew word 'Rephaim,' again, a branch of the Nephilim."  

"These events I just mentioned from Joshua occurred 1450-1445 BC, 900 years after the Flood!  Obvious not all the Nephilim perished in the Flood.  And if you think Goliath may also have been of the Nephilim, David cut off his head around 1063 BC.

Caitlin paused from her lecture again, and whispered in Kim's ear, "If we can't seduce these two dudes, we got no hope with these Harley riding 'locust' characters.  Tell Sal.  Let's see if we can't get them in a stark raving mad jerking off frenzy, shall we?"




Prey For Me Ch. 16



Kim whispered in Sal's ear.  Both of them stood up and slipped off their yakutas.

"Hey, guys," Caitlin suggested, "let's continue this discussion in the Jacuzzi.  Kim, get them some hangers for their suits, please."

"Now, we'll turn our heads and you guys undress," Caitlin ordered, and the two young men complied quickly.

Fifteen minutes later of more Caitlin biblical rambling, she again began giving orders.  "You guys stand up.  We are not likely to have sex with you because we don't know you that well.  But there is nothing biblically incorrect with masturbation.  I was just explaining this to Kim and Sal just this morning.  You know, Onanism.  Has nothing to do with wacking off, really.  Both you boys have erections.  I bet you'd really like to beat your meat right now, wouldn't you?  So go ahead, spank that monkey!"

The two young men seemed a little reluctant to do themselves in front of the girls.

"I'll tell you guys a little story to help matters along," Caitlin cooed.  "This is a true story.

"I invented Zipper during the spring, on one fine April 1st.  It all started as an April Fool's joke.  Girls just wanna have fun!  My sorority sisters and I were hanging out in a bar; with squirt guns.  We sat at a large table.  It was very crowded in the place.  So when a cute guy walked by, we would shoot him in the crotch.  Big wet spot on the front of his pants.  And at first he doesn't have a clue.  But of course we do it again until he figures it out.  Some
guys really got pissed!  They were excluded from Zipper, round two.  I mean, why should a guy get a free blowjob if he doesn't even have a sense of humor.  As if!

"We were real wild and crazy.  Much sexual repression at those Catholic institutions of higher learning but we did our best to obliterate it.  The sisters and I are feeling guilty, you know, about making April fools out of these dudes we squirted.  So we start brainstorming.  What could we do to make up for our indiscretions we wondered.  At the same time, we wanted to have a little more fun with this.

"The objective of Zipper, in case you haven't figured it out by now, was to make the dude shoot fast.  The sisters, of course, timed the events and we gave away awards.  One dude played at a time.  The sisters who were last usually had a slight advantage though because the last few guys were usually very ready after seeing the other dudes sucked off and screaming.

"That fateful April 1st the sorority sisters were studying like crazy.  Right, in a bar.  The bar was far away from campus and a place where we knew older guys hung out.  Hung out is right!

"We each picked out a partner for Zipper.  I chose mine very carefully and I had seen him before; every Tuesday and Thursday morning at 9:00.  His name was Jonathon.  He taught Philosophy of Communism and yes, I really did read Das Kapital.  

"The sorority sisters and our guests went into the back room where the pool tables were.  Nobody else was there and we closed the doors.

"So we started the game and the clock, and it went like this ...

"Can I do anything I want to you as long as I promise you'll like it?

"I didn't wait for an answer.  Down on my knees I went and zziippppppppp.

"I reached in and felt him start to stiffen as I pulled him out.  I guess he was starting to get the idea about what was coming next.

"I stroked him with my hand and said, 'Baby, I want to suck you, would you like that?'

"Since he was rather speechless, I didn't wait for a reply.  I unfastened his belt and dropped his pants and shorts.  Oh my, he was wearing boxer shorts with little hearts on them.

"I licked the tip of his cock, put him in my mouth halfway and bit; just a little teeth.

"I pulled him out and said, 'Tastes great.'  I made him disappear down my throat and bit him a little harder.  I pulled him out and asked, 'Less filling?'  I said 'Let's find out' and I went back down on him.  

"My left hand was circling the base of his cock and my right hand was following my mouth up and down on him.  I started doing him no hands
My hands were playing in and around his cute butt and balls.  

"Jonathon put his left hand behind my head and with his right hand he unbuttoned my blouse.  I wasn't wearing a bra.  He started toying with my breasts and he could see that this little game was also turning me on because the tips of my nipples were becoming very erect.

"Instead of taking him down my throat, I took him to the side of my face, in my cheek.  He put his hand on my cheek and the feel of his cock in my face drove him crazy.  Then I went down on him harder and faster.  Every time I went down on him all the way I squeezed his butt and pulled him towards me.

"He got incredibly hard and he started going right back at me, fucking my face.  Then he started screaming in some foreign language, like 'Ooohhhh, eeeeeeee, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, ooowwwwhhh.'  I asked him if this was Hebrew.

"He started yelling at me, 'Suck me, suck me!  Harder, harder!  Faster!  Please, please SUCK ME.'

"Jonathon seemed to relax just for a moment.  When he started throbbing wildly and pulsating I knew he was close and then I felt and tasted his cum, like as hose when you first turn the nozzle on.  Spurt, spurt and then a rather steady flow as he chanted more Hebrew, 'Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.'

"I pulled him out quickly, too much to swallow, and I gulped for air.  I put him right back in my mouth and kept swallowing until he stopped cumming.

"I kept him in my mouth, all of him, until the swelling went down.  As he started to soften up just a bit, I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand down to my very smooth pussy.  Smooth, you know, the Magic.  I was very, very wet and brought myself to orgasm in what seemed like seconds."

"Needless to say, I received an ‘A’ in Philosophy of Communism. 

"OK, stroke it hard now, boys!" Caitlin demanded of David and Eric.  Both did.

"Hey, Kim, you don't want these dudes to cum in the water, do ya?" Caitlin asked, thoroughly enjoying the situation.  "You and I better go get our mouths on those throbbing cocks before they erupt, and swallow, don't spit!  Sal already got her quota of protein, what with Woody yesterday." 

Sal chanted, "Go girls go!" as Caitlin, who had David in her mouth, and Kim who had Eric in her mouth, competed against each other.  

Half an hour later David and Eric left.  Caitlin told them they had to go because "we girls have to get to an appointment, a singing lesson, for which we are already quite late."   

Spike scolded the trio for their tardiness.  "Kim and Sal were practicing," Caitlin explained.

"I'm afraid to ask practicing what," Spike replied."

"Ask Woody if Sal needs some improvement," Caitlin joked.

Spike introduced Caitlin, Kim and Sal to the guests, Candy and Wally.

"Candy sang with our friend, Lilith," Caitlin explained to Kim and Sal.  Isn't that right, Candy?"

"Yes, it is," Candy replied.  "Lilith starred at the Fox Club on Halloween.  Professor Moroski, the murder victim of that evening, met up with her."  Candy related the events of that fateful evening as best as she could remember them.

Then Caitlin directed her attention to Wally.  "Wally is a radio station manager in Albuquerque.  Rebecca Ziegler, who disappeared with a 'locust' named Baraqijal, worked at his station."

Wally told what he knew of his friend and employee, Rebecca, who mysteriously disappeared with the perpetrator, Baraqijal.

Spike spoke next.  "Mr. Davis arranged the presence of Candy and Wally for the express purpose of giving you three girls singing lessons.  Candy and Wally have brought what might be some appropriate music."

"Let's start with Watchmen by Fields of Nephilim," Wally insisted.  He handed out the music.  For the next five hours Caitlin, Kim and Sal emulated the Dixie Chicks, concentrating on tunes with some sort of theme that might interest these Harley riding 'locusts.'  Candy offered suggestions on body language.

"Hey, Caitlin," Kim suggested, "I bet our friends the 'locusts' dig the Grateful Dead.  You know, what you said, the Rephaim, a branch of the Nephilim, the Hebrew word 'Rephaim' means 'dead' in English.  These dead 'locusts' are grateful they are back from the dead, perhaps?"

"Good idea, Kim!  Sal's laptop is in the Land Cruiser.  Let me get on line and get some Grateful Dead music."

While Caitlin was searching for music, Sal asked, "Where did the Grateful Dead really get their name?"

Wally raised his hand.  "Rumor has it from the Egyptian Book of the Dead.   I know it by heart ...

'We now return our souls to the creator,
As we stand on the edge of eternal darkness.
Let our chant fill the void
In order that others may know.
In the land of the night,
The ship of the sun is drawn by the grateful dead.'

"The story," Wally continued, "is that the hero comes upon a group of people ill-treating and refusing to bury the corpse of a man who died without paying his debts.  The hero gives his last penny to pay the man's debts and give him a decent burial.  Soon thereafter the hero meets up with the corpse who has somehow come back to life.  Weird story."

"Weird is right!" Kim agreed.  "This talk about the dead not really being dead is scaring the shit out of me."

Caitlin passed out the Grateful Dead music.  They sang Hell in a Bucket over and over.

"Well, I was drinking last night with a biker
And I showed him a picture of you.
I said, 'Pal, get to know her, you'll like her.'
Seemed like the least I could do.

'Cause when he's driving his chopper
Up and down your carpeted halls,
You will think me by contrast quite proper.
Never mind how I stumble and fall.
Never mind how I stumble and fall.

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot
For a taste of your elegant pride.
I may be going to Hell in a Bucket, babe,
But at least I'm enjoying the ride.
At least I'm enjoying the ride.
At least I'm enjoying the ride.

Now miss sweet little soft-core pretender,
Somehow baby got hard as it gets.
With her black leather chrome spiked suspenders,
Her chair and her whip and her pets.

Well we know you're the reincarnation
Of the ravenous Catherine the Great.
And we know how you love your ovations
For the Z-rated scenes you create.
The Z-rated scenes you create.

You analyze me, pretend to despise me,
You laugh when I stumble and fall.
There may come a day I will dance on your grave
If unable to dance, I will crawl across it.
Unable to dance, I'll still crawl.

You must really consider the circus
'Cause it just might be your kind of zoo.
I can't think of a place that's more perfect
For a person as perfect as you.

And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely
'Cause I wouldn't know where to begin.
But I know that you'll think of me only,
When the snakes come marching in.
When the snakes come marching in."

They took a break and Caitlin told Spike to go fetch a six-pack.  She shared.  They each drank one.

"Speaking of snakes," Caitlin mentioned, "you know who chased the snakes out of Ireland?"

"I don't really give a fuck, Caitlin," Kim snarled.  "Let's get on up those Harleys and head to Reno.  We have had enough oral lessons.  We practiced our singing and cocksucking.  Let's get down to 'locust' business."

To Be Continued...



Prey For Me Ch. 17







Prey For Me Ch. 18



Pt. XVIII: Safari Snatch


Caitlin, Kim and Sal rode their Harleys from Dyer, Nevada, across the border and into California, heading north. They crossed back into Nevada at Topaz Lake and headed up I-395 to Reno.

Right up to the casino-hotel where Thomas Peterson had been murdered they rode. Jack had reserved the other super suite for them. Peterson lost his penis and his life in the Roman Super Suite. The three ladies were staying in the Safari Super Suite.

"This is incredible!" Sal gasped as she surveyed their accommodations.

"Hey, you are a governor’s daughter, girl." Kim chuckled. "What, do they make you stay in Motel 6?"

"No, no, but this is awesome. I love the Jacuzzi in this living room, the elephant head searching for a watering hole and the native water carriers."

"Yeah, really," Caitlin added, "I wonder if the natives are cannibals, ‘eh? I like the dome over the Jacuzzi with the three sky scenes, daytime, nighttime and starry night. So where is the Sasquatch?"

"That elephant head and the charging rhinoceros on the first floor are sculpted from fiberglass," Kim offered. "Look at the ceilings. That is Rhodesian walnut imported from England."

The three checked out the three bedrooms and the five baths, all of which featured full-size steam showers. When they got to the master bedroom, each looked at the other.

"I’ll take this bedroom," Kim said assertively.

"I don’t think so," Caitlin retorted. "We’ll all sleep here."

The master bedroom had an eight-foot by eight-foot king’s king bed draped in silk mosquito netting and was surrounded by a sitting area. A beautiful soft white leather sofa sat at the end of the gigantic bed.

"Hey, I’m famished!" Caitlin exclaimed, after they had closely scrutinized everything about their new digs.

"Let’s try the Italian cuisine," Kim suggested, and mentioned the name of one of the seven restaurants in this fabulous place.

"But you’re not Italian," Sal chided.

"No, I’m not, Sal, I’m black and a little bit of something else. You are definitely blonde. So I like Italian. Don’t you like southern-fried chicken and some of the other favorites of us black folk?"

"Uh, it’s OK but I prefer lobster."

"Yeah, whatever, you two," Caitlin interrupted, quite irritated. "Let’s eat some food rather than talk about it."

"Geez, Caitlin," Kim whined, "you are always hungry. I suppose later you’ll go out for pizza and tell us another bullshit story about blowing the dudes you met at the pizza shop."

"Nope," Caitlin smirked, "this time I’ll tell you another story about Roger the Scotsquatch. This one involves not only fucking chicks, but fucking chickens as well."

"Yeah, right," Sal snorted sarcastically.

"Well, let’s just go chow down, shall we?" Caitlin asked but insisted in conclusion of the matter.

The restaurant had a dining area covered by an enchanted skydome, ringed with softly glowing torches. The sky scene drifted from sunset into starry twilight as soft northern lights appeared and then a meteor shower streamed by, accompanied by dramatic music. What the three ladies found most intriguing was the large statue of the Roman hero Antinous and two naked maidens which revolved around and around.

"Hey, I’m getting dizzy," Caitlin complained. "We better order."

Sal had the Carpaccio di Manzo, Ripieno al Profumo di Tarfufo, also known as beef and lobster. The beef tenderloin was thinly sliced and quite rare. After the first hungry bite, Sal squealed, "Geez, you are looking at me like I’m a cannibal. So I like rare meat." Her lobster tail was served with caper berries, parmigiano-reggiano cheese, white truffle oil and lamb’s lettuce.

Kim ordered the Quaglie Grigliante Servite sul Letto di Polenta all’ Asiago. She toyed with the grilled quail skewered with exotic vinegar and honey sauces.

"If you don’t want that, Kim, just pass your plate this way," Caitlin said with a wink. Caitlin had quickly finished her Vongole Veraci all Mediterranea con Brusshette Dorate; manila clams braised in a special white wine sauce. "Clams enhance the female libido, you know."

Throughout dinner the three discussed cannibalism. Kim recalled for Sal the conversations she and Caitlin had about the Aztecs and others inclined to eat human flesh. Caitlin talked about Anasazi cannibalism in southwestern Colorado almost a thousand years ago. Kim related stories about cannibalistic serial murderers.

"Please, no more Jeffrey Dahmer jokes, Kim," Caitlin begged.

"No, no, but here is one I haven’t told before. Alexander "Sawney" Bean was born near Edinburgh during the time of King James. Right, the bible dude. He moved to County Galloway and he and his wife lived in a cave near the shore. They had many children and grandchildren, all the result of incest. Now, this Bean dude needed a means to feed all these kids. He robbed passers-by and the victims became dinner. He and the little ones dragged the bodies back to the cave, had a snack and pickled the rest for later. In fact, they had so much ‘food’ they just threw much away into the sea. Severed limbs and body parts that washed up on the shore alarmed the local community and …"

"Oh, shit, Kim, would you stop please!" Sal demanded. "I’m going to vomit if you keep this up. Caitlin, please tell that story you were talking about." "Yeah, OK, Sal. You are a little too morbid for me, too, Kim."

"Hey," Kim protested, "I heard of this dude named Flagg who likes to fuck dead girls. And then he eats them and I’m not talking cunnilingus here, and …"

"Shut the fuck up, Kim!" Sal screamed. "I’d much rather hear Caitlin’s close encounters of the strange kind. Please, Caitlin, begin your story."

"OK. Several months after our initial encounter with Roger the Scotsquatch, Gloria and I decided it was time for a return trip to the woods. It wasn't just about the sex. We developed a strategic business plan to become rich and famous.

"Gloria, quite the liberated squaw, had hunted and trapped animals for years. She suggested that we attempt to capture Roger. Not just for our own prurient purposes, but in order to further our mutual interest in becoming independently wealthy.

"We had told some of our girlfriends about our sexual escapades with Roger. To say that the girlfriends were interested in getting a little of this big dick would be an understatement; they were fucking drooling.

"Gloria mused, ‘You know, all this talk about whether or not girls like big dicks is bullshit. Remember when our friend Virginia kept asking whether it more pleasurable to get fucked by a big penis? Doh!’

"I responded, ‘Yeah right, and how would Virgin-ya know anyway?’

"Gloria continued, ‘That bitch fight between Ginger and Simply was entertaining. Simply said, "Size DOES matter. They SAY it’s all in how you wiggle the worm, but if you have a three inch worm all the wiggling in the world won't help." Ginger countered with, "My point is that good sex like anything else takes a little timing and a whole lot of abandoned notions. Each person is different and each has his or her own unique way of making it exciting." How did Simply get the nickname Simply anyway?’

"Simply is from the south and a lawyer, remember? I mean, whenever we party and get down to the fucking and sucking, don't we always have to tell her, 'It's time to git nekkid, girl' and such? Don't you recall that game Simple Simply Says we played with those mentally challenged but quite well-endowed boys from the group home?’

"Yes I sure do; talk about dumb fucks. But Simply did get us out of jail that time we got busted for 'disturbing the piece.' I still can't see what the big deal about playing with your pussy in public is, anyway."

"Yeah, really," I agreed, "ya know, I simply can't wait until Ginger finds out Roger's way of making it exciting is twenty inches. She will be singing a different tune when Roger fills up her tank. I bet Ginger won't call Roger 'Needledick the Bug Fucker' like she does the other guys she has been with.

"We had another friend, Endlessly was her nickname, and guess what she liked endlessly. Right, anal. She took a little trip to New York City with us. Of course, we are all fans of Howard Stern and we just had to be on his show. You know how Howard always asks the girls on his show, ‘Do you do anal?’ When he asked Endlessly, she just lifted her skirt, dropped her panties and bent over. That dwarf who hangs out on Howard's show came right up behind her and slipped it up her bum. OMG! He's pretty dang big for a little dude.

"We knew our girlfriends wanted it; we knew they wanted it big. Click, click. Capture the dude with the biggest dick ever, and would we score or what? The word "pimp" did cross our minds.

"Gloria and I decided to capture Roger, bring him back to civilization, let him fuck our girlfriends in the mouth, wouldn't that just shut them up, and up the ass for free, but charge everybody else. The thought also crossed our minds we might take him on the Howard Stern show for one of those anal episodes. Like, really, who couldn't Roger make squeal? Ned Beatty was good in Deliverance but we couldn't wait until Roger had Ginger, Simply and Endlessly squealing like the three little pigs. Talking about spanking the monkey, this would be turnabout fair play and the monkey would get revenge."

"Gloria recalled fondly, ‘I love that movie Deliverance and when the toothless hillbilly gives it to Ned up the ass. And then the other toothless hillbilly tells Jon Voight he has a nice mouth and is about to stick his cock in Jon's mouth when Burt Reynolds shoots the toothless one with an arrow.’"

"I responded, ‘Well the dueling banjo scene was my favorite, but talking about Jon Voight and his nice mouth, how about his daughter, Angelina Jolie? Nice lips, 'eh? And she is bisexual so she says. How would you like those smackers sucking on your clit? Angelina reminds me of you, Caitlin. She is very interested in vampires and such and has the Japanese word for death tattooed on her shoulder. I heard she wanted to be a funeral director before she became an actress.’"

"Gloria and I went back to the woods where we had last seen Roger and his big fat Roger. We had the trap in the back of her truck."

"I complimented Gloria, ‘That’s one hell of a trap. How did you make it, again?’ I inquired."

"Gloria responded, ‘Oh, it was nothing really. I just expanded my old trap. You know, the one I use for, well, never mind. There are sixteen notches on my belt. See? Tell me that rat sandwich story again, please Caitlin?’ she begged."

"Oh, OK. I got the idea of culinary delights from one of my teen angel experiences. My first real boyfriend was like 16 and I was 15. He had a car and when he picked me up he would never come to the door; just beep in the driveway. The only place this dude ever took me was on a ride down some deserted road where he would feel my tits and whine until I jerked him off.

"When this asshole dropped me off at home he would order me to go make him a sandwich. 'What, am I your waitress and fucking slave?' I spat at him as I got out of his car on our final date. I simply had enough of this crap but I did make him one last sandwich; with Alpo. You should have seen the look on his face as he chewed up that first bite. It was worth the smack he gave me that ended our relationship.

"The dude never would have know what it was exactly but he asked, 'What the hell is this?' I could have said a new variety of Spam but I burst out laughing and told him, 'You are what you eat, dog breath. That's dog food. You want a Milk-Bone for dessert?' I just couldn't resist the urge to tell.

"Well, it was deja vu with the barbecued rat sandwich. I kept him, I specifically ordered a male rat, frozen until the annual company picnic. He ended up on the plate of one who I particularly despised because of his despicable treatment of women. A picture is worth a thousand words and so was the look on his face when he tasted that ratburger. I can't believe he ate the whole thing!

"You know where I got the rat. That place in the UK where we get all of our delicacies. The place where we got the Spanish Fly we are going to use on Roger. The rats come frozen and you can choose from four different sizes and several different varieties. I mean, you can get all sorts of live beetles, locusts and other bugs, including the emerald green blister beetle, the Lytta Vesicatoria, more commonly known as the Spanish Fly. End of that story, back to Roger the Scotsquatch.

"Ginger, Simply and Endlessly were a little surprised when we asked them for their soiled panties but they cooperated because they were begging us to go get the ‘gorilla with the thrilla.’ How could Roger refuse this bait? We thought it would work a little like ether. One whiff and he's dead meat, but just temporarily, thank the Lord!

"We set the trap and covered it with branches and leaves. A trail of panties for about a hundred yards led right into the trap. We went back to our campsite and crashed. In the morning when we returned guess what we caught.

"Roger had three dead chickens in his hand that we asked him about. ‘What's up with the chickens, Rog?’ I asked."

"Roger explained, ‘Dinner, my dears. I don't like to whack the chickens' heads off. I just fuck them to death.’ I was in shock but Gloria seemed interested."

"Gloria inquired, ‘How do you catch them, Rog?’ She was dead serious and hung on the big monkey’s every word."

"I seduce them with my charm. The conversation goes something like this, 'Yo chickie, wanna pluck? I don't like fish anyway. Don't I just remind you so much of Colonel Sanders?' When I stick my dick in the chicks they start jumping around just like when they have been decapitated and before long they are in chickie heaven.’ I don’t make chickens give me head, but chicks are an entirely different matter."

"I cautioned him, ‘Well, Rog, we have some fucking chicks for you, but please don't fuck them to death. Geez, without the girlfriends our Tupperware parties would be pretty dang boring.’

"We hauled Roger back to civilization, took him to Ginger's house and Simply and Endlessly met us there. Of course we left Roger in the cage because we didn't totally trust him. After all, he is a man. Well, partly man, we think. No one will know for sure unless an autopsy is completed, which we threatened Roger with if he wasn't a good boy.

"Now, knowing Ginger, Simply and Endlessly like we do, we were a little concerned Roger's libido might not be up to the challenge. So we helped his libido along a little. We made him a chicken sandwich with a liberal dose of the Spanish Fly mixed with the mayonaisse.

"Gloria whispered to me as we made the sandwich, ‘You know the Marquis de Sade utilized a concoction of these pulverized beetles to entice young ladies to participate in his orgies. Unfortunately he occasionally used a little too much and poisoned his female friends. Cantharidin is the poisonous substance in these pulverized beetles. Normally two grams will result in a fatality within a few hours. Not to get medically technical, but prior to death the preliminary symptom is priapism; a hard-on that won't go away no matter what.’ She began to giggle as I prepared the love potion."

"I laughed out loud as I measured out four grams for Roger's sandwich. ‘Hey, he's a big dude, everywhere,’ I chortled to Gloria."

"The minute Ginger, Simply and Endlessly set eyes on Roger and that gorilla thrilla they started squirming like they had to pee. And then Roger started talking, saying stuff like ‘a squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast 'n' bulbous, got me.’ The girls were mesmerized, and let me tell you, these three were on fire!"

"Simply cooed, ‘I know that I am very attracted to very big, very strong, overly manly men. I like to be able to smell the testosterone and it also helps if they like to monkey around.’ Endlessly just nodded, with her tongue hanging out."

"Gloria instructed the three, ‘Git nekkid and start plucking like chickens. That is the variety of chick Roger is used to plucking but it won't take him long to adjust to new pussy.’

"There was a whole lot of squawking going on and it mostly was about who was going first.

"Ginger was playing with herself and staring in shock at Roger's rigid penis sticking through the bars of the cage. ‘I have never seen one nearly that big before! You could use that dang thing for a baseball bat.’

"I advised, ‘You ain't seen nothing yet honey. Here, rub some of this on it." I gave her the "real" Miracle Grow to play rub-a-dub-dub with.

"I found this miracle potion to make dicks bigger in what is probably the greatest literary work of erotica ever published, The Perfumed Garden of Sheik Nefzaoui. You surely remember that book. It is the favorite literary work of our ‘locusts’ who are prompting beautiful women to disappear. I this book you will find the best method for increasing the size of the penis. Prepare a powder of pepper, lavender, galanga and musk. Mix it with honey and preserved ginger and just rub it on. To quote from the book, "The member will then grow large and brawny, and afford a marvelous feeling of voluptuousness.’

"Ginger was rubbing the ointment I prepared on Roger's cock and he was moaning deliriously. ‘It's getting even bigger!’ she exclaimed incredulously.

"I began reading the Kama Sutra. Opening the book in the middle, I began with the Vadavaka or Mare's Trick. ‘Like a mare cruelly gripping a stallion, you trap and milk your lover's penis with your vagina.’

"I read one paragraph. That's all the further I got. Nobody was paying any attention to me.

"Ginger jumped up and pressed her ass up against the bars of the cage. I mean, she was thumping it with her butt. It took Roger about two seconds to realize what was happening and he stuck it right in her from behind. I think monkeys have a knot like a dog because she couldn't get loose. Once she got accustomed to the enormity of the moment, and Roger's member, she pounded right back at him from outside the cage as he pounded away at her from inside the cage.

"It didn't take Ginger long, she was like a bitch in heat. They were making enough noise to wake George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. She screamed loudly when she came and Roger followed soon behind. Ginger somehow managed to shake loose just as Roger got off and he shot streams and streams of cum all over her ass.

"Roger's huge cock was still erect and still sticking through the bars of the cage. All the documentation I read about Spanish Fly was correct. You never got rid of the hard-on.

"Endlessly winked and whispered, ‘Watch me make that Roger disappear. I've been practicing my deepthroating techniques on giant sausages, those two foot ones you get from Dick's Deli. OMG, there's always a long line at that place; all women licking their lips with their hands down their panties.’

"Roger was just going absolutely wild as Endlessly sucked his cock through the bars. He kind of reminded me of an Elvis impersonator. Unfortunately Roger made the mistake of saying, ‘No chicken ever got all of me in her mouth like that!’

"Endlessly bit him very hard and he screamed. She relaxed her grip and pulled him out and he came all over her face. Then she stood up and pressed her face up against the cage. Roger kissed her passionately and licked his own cum off her face.

"Roger was still hard and Simply looked like a crazed zombie from all this watching and not getting any. She put her feet through the second rung of bars and her arms through the fourth rung with her hands around Roger's neck. He entered her.

"Fifteen minutes later Simply had marks all over her body from pressing up against the bars and her voice was hoarse from all the screaming and yelling. I mean, she was really going apeshit for this ape and kept chanting, ‘I smell the testosterone!’




Prey For Me Ch. 18



"Gloria and I decided to go home and get some sleep. Eight hours later we went back. Damn! They all were still going at it. I could not understand why Roger was not in a state of rigor mortis because of the Spanish Fly. His Roger was quite stiff but that was all.

"The girls had let Roger out of the cage and had him spread-eagled and cuffed to the bed by his wrists and ankles. Ginger, Simply and Endlessly were taking turns jumping on rigid Roger. The girls looked like predators; tiger ladies lusting after meat.

"Obviously Gloria and I were extremely pleased with the results of our test marketing of the Roger's Roger. His services will soon be made available to the general public. We have purchased our own zoo and soon you can come and play with the big bad monkey through the bars.

"Also, Howard Stern called. We are dressing Roger up like Rachel in a little pink plaid skirt and taking him on the show to do anal with Howard and the dwarf. A star is born!"

Caitlin paused at the conclusion of the story, out of breath.

"That is one hell of a story!" Sal marveled. "You should write for that erotic website where we got those stories we read the last time we spent time together in a Jacuzzi."

"Speaking of a Jacuzzi," Kim suggested, "Let’s go back up to our suite and get nekkid and get wet."

Half an hour later they were in the Jacuzzi which seemed like it could easily fit another dozen people.

"Did somebody bring Big Bob?" Caitlin inquired, referring to the thirteen inch double dong the three girls had so much fun with before.

"Caitlin?" Sal asked pensively, "I know you don’t think girls playing with girls is a sin, but why? You gave us your diatribe on King Solomon and his hundreds of wives and concubines, and what they did to keep the interest up. I’ve listened to self-righteous holier-than-thou types all my life, what with my father being in politics and all. Preachers, priests and politicians, what scum of the earth."

"Hey Sal, go read the Song of Solomon, another one of the favorites of our soon to be good buddies, the ‘locust’ Harley riding seducers. The divergent expositions of the Song of Solomon are quite extraordinary. Catholic, Jewish, Fundamentalist and all the rest of the scripture lawyer nincompoops got their own unique version of the story. Hell, they can’t even figure out who is talking when. They just twist the story to fit their own narrow little doctrine. The Song of Solomon is all about erotic love and sex, sex, sex! And it doesn’t have a fucking thing to do with marriage.

"The purpose of Leviticus 18-20, with all those fucking rules, was not to put the shackles on sexual pleasure and eroticism; it was to clearly state rules for procreation. Why? Perhaps God was concerned with pure pedigree, in particular with respect to the seed of the woman through which would come the Messiah. God made it a sin for women to engage in sexual intercourse with angels, you know, the Nephilim. God made it a sin for women to engage in sexual relations with beasts, but who is to say that many human males are not beasts? But God did not make it a sin for women to pleasure other women. Now why do you suppose that is?

"Now, what about this ‘F’ word? Yep, ‘fornication.’ The word ‘fornication’ appears 32 times in the New Testament, translated from the Greek ‘porneia.’ The word means utterly unchaste. The word ‘pornography’ is of course derived from this Greek word. Surprisingly, of these 32 ‘fornications,’ 12 appear in Revelation, and all relate to spiritual unfaithfulness, the harlotry of the worship of false religions and false gods. ‘Fornication’ appears 7 times in 1 Corinthians and the 13 other occurrences are scattered throughout the bible. NOWHERE in all these verses is there ANYTHING that establishes that sex outside of marriage is absolutely prohibited, if ‘fornication’ is kept in the proper context and viewed within the theme of spiritual unfaithfulness and harlotry.

"Speaking of harlotry, I was recently accused of being a harlot because of my views on fornication. One of those self-righteous holier-than-thou types sent me an e-mail regarding something I said on the subject. His nasty-gram started with, ‘How can you preach that we should exalt the things of the flesh is beyond me with all of the clear scripture to the contrary. Repent while there is still time. Do not allow yourself to be consumed by the spirit of Jezebel.’ Then, of course, he quoted Revelation 2:20, ‘Notwithstanding I have a few things against thee, because thou sufferest that woman Jezebel, which calleth herself a prophetess, to teach and to seduce my servants, to commit fornication, and to eat things sacrificed unto idols.’ Now, Sal, you mentioned you were a good little Catholic girl, do you know who Jezebel was?"

"Yes indeed, I was a Catholic goody-two-shoes. The nuns never even slapped my hands. Of course I know about Jezebel; a Phoenician princess, daughter of the king of the Zidonians. She married a king of Israel, Ahab, and led him astray."

"Sal," Caitlin joked, "I’m sure you were a goody-two-shoes but look at you now. They should have locked you up in a convent. Jezebel led the king of Israel astray you say? God was so pissed off He said, II Kings 9:2, ‘… I will cut off from Ahab him that pisseth against the wall …’ and it was prophesied Jezebel would be eaten by dogs and she was. II Kings 9:35, ‘And they went to bury her: but they found no more of her than the skull, and the feet, and the palms of her hands.’ Jezebel, the ultimate historical whore, met her fate, as will Jezebel, the ultimate spiritual whore.

"Jezebel, as portrayed in Revelation 2, is thought by some to be the ‘Whore of Revelation.’ Many consider the Church of Rome to be that great harlot. Perhaps they are one and the same.

"One contemporary author who considers the Church of Rome with venom is Jack Chick. To quote from his book, Smokescreens, Chapter Four: The Whore of Revelation, ‘And on her forehead was a name written, MYSYERY, BABYLON THE GREAT. Where did Catholicism come from? If you do a little research you’ll find it came from the ancient Babylonian mysteries, and you can trace it right back to Nimrod and Semiramis. Only the names were changed to make it look like a Christian organization … Who would you say the whore of Revelation is? Is it something that will come in the future, or are we stuck with it right now? Beloved, it is obvious the whore of Revelation is the Roman Catholic Institution and God HATES it! He wants His people to come out of it so that His love can be manifested.’ A rather famous book with a similar theme is The Two Babylons by Alexander Hislop."

Kim interjected, "Caitlin, didn’t George W. Bush get himself into a little trouble at Bob Jones University when this very subject was brought up?"

"Yeah, he sure did. Bob Jones University, that’s the institution of higher learning that prohibits interracial dating."

"Well, Caitlin," Sal asked, "why then is the Catholic church any worse than some of these self-righteous holier-than-thou religious institutions?"

"Some would say it is not. The Church of Rome was the first harlot, the mother of harlots as some would say, but many others followed, particularly in more recent centuries."

"You know what, Caitlin," Sal concluded, "that makes perfect sense to me. I ain’t gonna argue that point. I no longer have much use for the Pope or anything else Catholic, which totally pisses off my father."

"Well, good. Not only are the Catholics pissed off at me, so are the atheists with whom I also have a running battle. I engaged in a heated debate with a militant group of atheists. Finally they threw up their hands in frustration and got real nasty. The head honcho of the bunch said this to and about me as we were bantering back and forth on an online newsgroup, ‘Idiot. You are standing in front of a tornado with your mother. The tornado picks up your mother and smashes her against a tree but you are spared. Isn’t God wonderful for sparing me? Fuck Mom. At least she’s with God now. Now get the fuck out of here and don’t come back.’ Then when I wouldn’t leave he said ‘Why did Caitlin trade her girlfriend in for an outhouse? Because the hole was smaller and the smell was better.’ Pretty rotten, ‘eh?"

"Caitlin?" Sal became very serious, "what do you think about incest? Is it morally or spiritually wrong, in your opinion?"

"Well, it’s not the unforgivable sin, that’s for damn sure. Let’s see, incest. It appears to me a case could be made that Jesus Christ descended from incestuous fornication, as did King David, since they supposedly share the same ancestor, Pharez, who was begotten through Judah’s fornication with Tamar, his daughter.

"The word ‘incest’ does not appear in the bible. It is from the Latin ‘incestus’ which means ‘unchaste.’ The dictionary definition of ‘incest’ is ‘sexual relations between persons so closely related that their marriage is illegal or forbidden by custom.’ The ‘illegal’ presents some difficulty because different countries and different states have varied definitions. The medieval church defined even spiritual relationships such as marriages between godparents and their godchildren and immediate members of their godparents’ families to be incestuous.

"The biblical concept of incest seems to be fairly well outlined in Leviticus, chapters 18 and 20, beginning with Leviticus 18:6, "None of you shall approach to any that is near of kin to him, to uncover their nakedness …" Then numerous specific examples are mentioned, such as 18:15, "Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of thy daughter …’

"Then we have the rather interesting verse, Leviticus 20:16, ‘And if a woman approach unto any beast, and lie down thereto, thou shalt kill the woman, and the beast …’ So I guess anybody who screwed the Scotsquatch in my story might be in big trouble."

Kim began to giggle. "Sal, why did you ask about incest?"

"I had sex with my father, the governor," Sal confessed guiltily.

"What?" Kim practically screamed. "Did he molest you, rape you, what?"

"No, no," Sal explained, "I seduced him. It had been my intention for quite some time and it happened when I was a junior in college and home for Christmas vacation. I had already had sex with my younger brother, just to teach him the ropes so to speak, but I was incredibly attracted sexually to my father. He does that to women you know."

"Well, tell us the fucking story, will you, Sal?" Caitlin demanded.

"Daddy was waiting for me at the front door when I arrived home for Christmas break. We hugged and kissed and I started crying. ‘Oh Daddy, I missed you so much! I’m so sorry I didn’t make it home for Thanksgiving. Gobble, gobble!’

"Daddy consoled me with, ‘That’s OK, Honey, I understand. With all the snow and everything, I’m glad you didn’t risk traveling. I suppose you girls were really bored, being stranded at the sorority house for the holiday.

"I lied, ‘Yes, Daddy, it was awful! Just sitting around with nothing to do. I wanted so much to be with you.’ Of course I didn’t tell Daddy we sorority sisters had a real wild and crazy orgy over Thanksgiving, but I’ll tell you that story some other time.

"Daddy responded, ‘Talking about your brother, he has a girlfriend. Her name is Samantha. Well, you’ll meet her, but she is gorgeous and a couple years older than Danny. He’s been going with her ever since that Halloween party you dropped him and his friend Ryan off at. For the life of me I can’t understand what that girl sees in your brother.’

"I couldn’t help my fit of giggling and I had to bite my tongue before I replied. ‘Danny has a girlfriend? Oh my. Well, he is smart. Maybe he knows something the other guys don’t.’ Of course, I didn’t tell Daddy about the lesson about the birds and bees I had given Danny and Ryan just before that party."

"I had noticed the Santa suit in the downstairs front closet when I hung up my coat. ‘Hey, Daddy, what’s up with the Santa suit?’

"Daddy explained to me how he got drafted to play Santa at the company X-mas party. ‘In fact, I have to be there in an hour so I best get going," he said regretfully.

"Daddy quickly got dressed in his outfit. I stood outside the bathroom door talking to him while he was getting ready. ‘Bring me back a present, Daddy," I begged.

"I was quite impressed when he came out of the bathroom. I had the urge to knock his fake beard off right then and there. ‘What kind of present would you like, Honey?’ he asked.

"I did my best Elisabeth Shue impression and cooed seductively, ‘Something sexy, Daddy. And when you get back, will you play Santa with me. Oh please? I’ll sit on your lap and tell you what I want in my stocking.’

"A little embarrassed he seemed at my boldness, and Daddy knew I wanted to fuck him, but he kept playing the game. ‘Aren’t you a little old for that, Honey?’

"I shrieked, ‘What, for lap dancing? Not!’ Daddy blushed and we both convulsed in laughter.

"Daddy left for the party and I went upstairs to my bedroom. I was exhausted and shucked off my clothes except for my panties and crawled under the covers for a nap. I must have been asleep for more than an hour when I heard my brother Danny and his best friend come in the front door. They were talking loudly and making quite a racket. The boys were talking about sex. What else do teenage dudes talk about?

"Ryan was telling Danny that he finally persuaded his new girlfriend, Angela, to suck his cock. He said they watched a porn flick last night and he told her to just do what they were doing in the movie. ‘Angela has a lot to learn, Danny,’ Ryan complained, ‘but she has great potential. She spit it out but I told her if she swallows next time I’ll take her to the mall and buy her a new game for her Sega Dream Cast.’

"They began arguing about who had a bigger cock. Danny insisted his was longer and Ryan insisted his was thicker. Ah, teenage boys and their enormous egos. Then they get older and nothing much changes except they put on weight and eventually their hair turns gray.

"Danny and Ryan must have seen my suitcase sitting in the living room because they shut up. They crept up the stairs looking for me. I pretended I was still asleep as they tiptoed in and stood beside my bed.

"Ryan reached over and pulled the blanket down to my waist. ‘Danny,’ he marveled, ‘your sister is still the best. Look at those hooters! I shot my wad at least a hundred times on that cheerleader pic of her you sold me.’

"At that I jumped up and screamed ‘Boo!’ and you should have seen those two jump. ‘You two dirt bags get your clothes off and get your asses in bed with me. And tell me what happened!’ I demanded. They shed their clothes quickly and got in, one on each side of me.

"I never did hear the story of what really happened on Halloween but I was sure as hell about to. Oh my, I was getting hot listening to them tell about their first experiences with tight little teenage pussy and they were getting hot telling about it. Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer and I made one fuck me while the other one talked.

"Danny said with that look of worship on his face, ‘Sis, we can’t ever thank you enough for teaching us what to do. You wouldn’t believe how impressed Samantha was. Well, she didn’t exactly say that but I could sure tell the way she was squirming and yelling. And we are still together, almost two months later. Wait until you meet her!’

"Ryan then bragged he had three girlfriends since that fateful Halloween, the latest being Angela. He made me laugh when he said he wasn’t ready to settle down yet and then surprised me with his next comments. ‘Yeah, and my second girlfriend, Anais, she told me I was a much better lover than any of her other boyfriends and even better than her father. Well that just shocked the shit out of me. I didn’t know whether or not to believe her and I wasn’t about to ask questions. You know, about her and her daddy. Do you really think that sort of stuff goes on?’ I tried to ignore Ryan’s question until I could compose myself and I hoped they couldn’t tell I was blushing."

"Sal," Caitlin interrupted, "before you tell us what you said about incest, how about telling us what exactly you taught these two boys. I’m dying of curiosity about what made two geeks great lovers overnight. Did you perform a miracle, or what?"

"Yeah, me too! Tell us!" Kim agreed enthusiastically.

"Well, OK," Sal acquiesced. She paused for a few moments to collect her thoughts.

"Danny and Ryan were complaining that girls ignored them. ‘What girls would have sex with us, Sis?" Danny whined. "We are geeks. Girls talk to us when they have computer problems, but other than that we don’t exist. The jock types get all the pussy.’

"Well, my brother was crying and his friend Ryan looked suicidal, so I figured, what the hell. I said, ‘OK, I’ll tell you guys what. You have to learn sometime. I’ll teach you about the birds and the bees. But first, you have some chores to do.’ I made a long list, including washing and waxing my car and fixing my laptop computer I couldn’t get rebooted."

"Five hours later they told me the tasks I had given them had been completed. They even put an upgrade and a bunch of cool software on my laptop. I began the private lessons."

"I started with rule number one. ‘First rule, you please the girl first. If you do, she’ll always reciprocate enthusiastically and come back for more. Now, I want you two to pay attention very closely.’ I removed my clothes and by the time I got to my bra and panties, I thought four eyes were about to pop out of two stupid heads."

"I sat on Danny’s bed and spread my legs. ‘This is a clitoris,’ I lectured as I put my finger on mine. ‘Very important. This to a girl is what your sorry little dicks are to you, get it? Danny, you go first,’ I ordered, ‘I want you to lick my clitoris. Ryan, you can kiss my breasts and nibble on my nipples while he is doing that. But keep your dicks in your pants for now.’

"I screamed as soon as Danny started, ‘Shit! Not like that Danny! You are not wolfing down a cheeseburger. Lick slowly, gently. OK, that’s better, that’s good.’ Yeow, it was better than good. I really started squirming with the eagerness of his virgin tongue. ‘Danny, I knew you had to have talent for something!’ I stammered as I came for the first time.

"Then I turned to Ryan, ‘You try it.’ This kid was smart. He paid attention and didn’t make the same mistakes Danny did. This went on until their tongues were swollen and they were having difficulty speaking intelligibly. That was nothing new but you could tell the difference between stupidity and overdosing on cunt juice."

"Well, to make a long story short, Danny and Ryan got a chance to demonstrate what I had taught them that very evening, which was Halloween. I took them out trick or treating and they met some girls who invited them to a party. I had to go back to school early the next morning so I didn’t find out until X-Mas break that they got more pussy that night than you can find at a cat farm.

"OK, back to Daddy," Sal continued. "I thought I better address Ryan’s question about incest, both for his good and mine. ‘Ryan, look at it this way, if the bible is true, then I guess we all got here via incest one way or another, now didn’t we?’ Doh! I mean, there I am fucking my brother while Ryan is watching and he asks a question whether this sort of thing goes on.

"Just as I was explaining this to Ryan, we heard Daddy come home. The boys threw on their clothes in panic and rushed out of the bedroom. They got all scared for naught. Daddy was so beat from playing Santa he just flopped in his favorite chair and was still snoozing when I went downstairs a couple hours later. Danny had left with Ryan for who knows where.




Prey For Me Ch. 18



"I noticed the shopping bag sitting next to Daddy. Hmmm. Victoria’s Secret. What’s up with that I wondered. I just couldn’t imagine Daddy shopping there and my curiosity raged. I flipped on the TV and made a lot of noise so he would wake up.

"Finally Daddy opened his eyes groggily and started to focus. As soon as he was somewhat coherent, and he sure looked silly sitting there in that Santa suit, I asked, ‘Daddy, what in the world is in that bag?’ The conversation that followed went like this …

‘Nothing, Honey. I just needed a bag and somebody gave me that one.’

‘I think you are lying, Daddy. Remember what happened to Pinocchio? Isn’t your nose big enough? Now tell me! Please, pretty please?’

‘OK, OK, you’ll never let up until I tell you. Well, what the hell, I just might let you see. It’s a little something for you, Honey. But are you sure you can’t wait until X-mas?’

‘You know damn well I can’t, Daddy. Can I peek?’

‘Why do you always get your own way with me? Just like your mother used to do.’

‘OK, I’m looking in the bag now, Daddy.’

"Whatever it was in the box was wrapped so beautifully I knew Daddy didn’t do it. Oh my, I was totally shocked. Not often am I speechless. It was a very sexy black sheer body stocking with long sleeves and an open crotch. I held it up. It had a scoop neckline and slender spaghetti straps."

‘Daddy! I can’t believe you. I love it! Only question, who in the world am I going to wear this for?’

‘For me, Honey.’

‘Now why didn’t I think of that? I’d like to go put it on right now. Would you like that, Daddy?’

"I didn’t wait for an answer and ran off to the bathroom. Ten minutes later I immerged in my new outfit, along with spiked heels. I painted my face and teased my hair. Daddy looked rather, well, you know, what’s the right word? I got right on his lap."

‘OK, Santa, tell me what every little girl wants to hear. Tell me how much you love good little girls and how you are going to give them everything they want. But I’m not a good little girl, Santa, at least not all the time. Sometimes I’m a bad girl. I think you should spank me!’

"I switched positions and laid across his lap. My Daddy had never spanked me or hit me. He put his hand on my behind and gently felt the fishnet material. I could immediately tell he was becoming aroused. But he still wouldn’t smack me."

‘Daddy, spank me! I’m bad! I’m really bad!"

"But Daddy still wouldn’t smack me. He just kept playing with my ass over the fishnet. I was facing the beautifully decorated tree. ‘Daddy, do you know that X-mas trees are actually phallic symbols?’ With that I unzipped the pants of his Santa suit. I didn’t even have to pull it out. It just sorta somehow popped right out."

‘Daddy, remember what I told you when we talked on the phone on Thanksgiving? That my X-mas gift for you rhymes with snow job? I want you in my mouth. All of you. I want to feel you throb and pulsate and give it up. I want to swallow you. Gobble, gobble!’ And then I did."

"Daddy and I slept together that night and the next night and every other night I could persuade Danny to get lost and stay at Ryan’s. I could go into more detail about what Daddy and I did but I’d rather not. Let’s just say we did everything you can think of, including anal. My Daddy loves anal, although I’m not sure if he really enjoyed our murder suspect Lilith’s version of anal."

"Sal," Kim asked seriously, "where was your mother during all this? You haven't mentioned her."

"This is confidential information, please don’t ever tell anyone. If it gets out it will ruin my father’s political career. Just like if the story of my father’s assignation with Lilith ever gets out his career and ambitions are dog shit. My mother was in a mental institution for a year; suicidal depression and schizophrenia. Innovations in treatment have allowed her to lead a relatively normal life in recent years. She takes a lot of drugs."

"I’m so sorry," Caitlin sympathized.

"Yeah, well, thanks, but things seemed to be going better for my family, until this Lilith thing. My mother came home a few months after that X-mas and my Daddy and I never were intimate sexually again. Caitlin, am I doomed to hell for what I did with my father and brother?"

"It’s not the unforgivable sin, Sal."

"What is?" Sal asked urgently.

Just then Jack walked into the room. He pulled up a chair next to the Jacuzzi. "What are you girls talking about?"

"The unforgivable sin," Caitlin responded.

"Well, good," Jack nodded in agreement, "because that’s what I want to talk to you three about. The unforgivable sins you may have to commit with our three Harley riding ‘locusts,’ Araqiel, Kakabel and Penemue.

To Be Continued…



Prey For Me Ch. 19



Pt. XIX: Matches Made in Heaven (or Hell?)


Jack explained to Caitlin, Kim and Sal his activities regarding the 'locusts.'

Araqiel, Kakabel and Penemue have been frequenting a certain establishment, The Horny Devil. One of the real hotspots in Reno, even the casino crowd likes to show their faces.

"I have been unable to follow the three to wherever they call home. They seem to just disappear in the forest. I followed them into the Tahoe National Forest and south to the Hell Hole Reservoir where they just simply vanish. I can’t seem to find them until they show up again at The Horny Devil."

"You girls have a singing gig at The Horny Devil beginning tonight. I hope you've been practicing. By the way, the name of your group is Aphrodisiac.

"OK, Jack, I'll bite," Caitlin interrupted, "why Aphrodisiac?"

"Because I suspect these 'locusts' are using more than just their apparent extraordinary charm to seduce these women who mysteriously disappear. So be careful what you put in your mouth."

Caitlin frowned and gave Jack a strange look. "I don’t like the moniker Aphrodisiac. How about something a little more biblical? How about Job’s Daughters" ‘eh? Job 42:13, ‘He had also seven sons and three daughters.’ (Verse 14) ‘And he called the name of the first Jemima; and the name of the second, Kezia; and the name of the third, Keren-happuch.’ (Verse 15) ‘And in all the land were no women found so fair as the daughters of Job …’ Now them’s some hot babes!"

"Well," Kim suggested, "let’s vote on the name of our band. I’m for Job’s Daughters. I’m Jemima but I don’t do pancakes. No wait, I’ll do a ‘pancake’ with Caitlin and Sal."

The three girls began to giggle hysterically much to Jack’s irritation. "Hey, this isn’t funny business. Get serious. Your lives could be in danger. We have no idea what happened to the women who mysteriously disappeared. They could be being eaten by maggots and worms at this very moment.

"Don’t try to scare us, Jack," Caitlin snarled. "We’re big girls and we can take care of ourselves. You are probably in more danger from this murdering Lilith than we are from a few biker stud muffins. The worst that might happen to us is that we’ll be fucked silly and fall in love. You could lose your best friend, you know, your dick."

"OK, OK, I get your point," Jack reluctantly agreed with a smirk, "How about Blow Job Daughters? I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Job’s Daughters it is. Now let’s get back to business."

The three girls and Jack discussed various possibilities at length why the three

‘locusts’ spent so much time in the forest, hunting for who knows what. Jack mentioned the big-game rifles they purchased again. Caitlin retold her Roger the Scotsquatch stories but Jack didn’t laugh.

"Jack," Sal asked, "do you, I know this is going to sound really weird, but do you think there is some supernatural element involved here?"

When Jack merely shrugged, Caitlin took it as her responsibility to answer Sal’s question.

"Sal, I already gave you a possible explanation. The Nephilim, the fallen angels, came to earth 6,000 years ago, mated with human women and impregnated them. That’s why God caused the Flood, to destroy the mutant offspring generated by the union of supernatural beings and the daughters of Adam. Notice I said daughters of Adam. Other women walked the earth long before Adam’s daughters."

Jack practically shouted, "Caitlin, I’m going to take a nap if you are going into another of your religious diatribes."

"Shut up, Jack!" Sal shouted back, "I want to hear what Caitlin has to say about this. Please continue, girlfriend."

Jack interrupted, "While Caitlin is babbling, how about you three getting out of that Jacuzzi and getting dressed. I’m having some fake identification made for you three. We need to go get your pictures taken. I used your real first names on the driver’s licenses and other stuff."

Caitlin, Kim and Sal got out of the Jacuzzi, toweled off and began to dress while Jack watched. They looked at him like they wanted him to leave but he said, "What’s the difference, I’ve seen all three of you naked anyway."

Kim, Sal and Caitlin fetched the black leather vests, matching fancy fringed chaps and other accessories Spike had so willingly provided. As they dressed, Caitlin provided the explanation Sal had requested.

"Mainly for Jack’s benefit, I’ll repeat some of what I told those two Jehovah Witnesses." Caitlin looked at Kim and Sal with disdain. "What the fuck, did you think I was joking?

"To repeat Genesis 6:4, "There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose." The ‘sons of God’ were the angels, who in this case are also known as the ‘giants.’ The Hebrew word for ‘giants’ is Nephilim, the fallen angels.

"Eve and her daughters and their daughters were not the only women around who got banged by the Nephilim. Adam and Eve were created about 6,000 years ago, if you believe the bible. The man named Adam was not created on the sixth day, he was created on the eighth day, when in Genesis 2:7, ‘ … the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.' Or as Esdras put it in 2 Esdras 3:5, ‘And gavest a body unto Adam without soul which was the workmanship of thine hands and didst breathe into him the breath of life, and made living before thee.’

"This soul gave Adam capacities, potentialities, that man did not have previously. Included was the potential, not the promise of eternal life. This is the point in time when religion, civilization, agriculture and history all began. Adam was the first farmer, for as Genesis 2:5 states, " … there was not a man to till the ground,’ and then God created Adam in verse 7, a man named Adam according to an accurate Hebrew translation.

"Agriculture was the single decisive factor that made it possible for mankind to settle in permanent communities. People living in tribes or family units then didn’t have to be on the move continually searching for food. Once people could control the production of food, their lives changes completely. Mathematics, as one example, was an outgrowth of agriculture as people studied movements of the moon, sun and planets to calculate seasons.

According to Vita 22:2 it was actually the archangel Michael who taught Adam agriculture. Again, the most important commodity produced by agriculture was civilization. Up until that time, man moved from place to place hunting, fishing and picking wild berries. Descendents of Adam who soon migrated to Egypt, Sumeria and Phoenicia inventing writing. This was the beginning of history.

"On the sixth day, In Genesis 1:26, "So God created man in His own image, in the image of God created He him; male and female created He them." This was long before the man named Adam of Genesis 2:7. Humans have been on the earth for much longer than 6,000 years, but not the man named Adam, not if you believe the bible. Genesis 5:1 says, "This is THE BOOK OF THE GENERATIONS OF ADAM." Right, the generations of Adam, genealogy. If you believe the detailed genealogy of Adam as stated in the bible then he did indeed exist about 6,000 years ago, and was created on the eighth day. Think of the men and women created on the sixth day as what we will have if scientists are able to clone humans. If scientists can duplicate souls, they might start replacing their own early in the game, right after most of the preachers and politicians. No offense intended, Sal. No soul has ever been found during an autopsy. Only God can create souls, like he did for the first time in the case of the man named Adam some 6,000 years ago. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it."

"No offense taken, Caitlin," Sal said pensively. "You know, your ‘theory’ does make sense and seems true to the bible. Anybody thinking with their big head knows there have been humans around much longer than 6,000 years. The Spirit Cave Man they found just west of here, buried in a shallow grave in a cave near Fallon, is 10,630 years old, so they say. His partially mummified body was found 60 years ago, but anthropologists didn’t begin to understand the ramifications of this discovery until recently. Some also say he does not resemble Native Americans, but rather could be a people who were present in North America even before the ancestors of the Indians."

"Hey," Kim added, "several articles appeared about Spirit Cave Man appeared in the Las Vegas Review-Journal a few months ago. His remains rested in a wooden box at the Nevada State Museum for more than 50 years. New dating technology revealed his true age to be 9,400 carbon-14 years, or 10,630 of our years, just like you said, Sal. Spirit Cave Man is the oldest mummified remains and the third oldest set of remains found in North America."

"Yes," Caitlin agreed, "the evidence is overwhelming that the man named Adam and the woman named Eve were not the first humans. And who did Cain marry, anyway? A woman from Nod, and where the hell did she come from?"

"But Adam and Eve were the first to commit sin, right?" Sal questioned.

"Yes, indeed, if you believe the bible," Caitlin stated authoritatively. "One interesting interpretation is that Satan seduced Eve. You know, banged her. Many say the serpent of Genesis 3 is Satan. The Hebrew word ‘nachash’ is translated to ‘serpent’ and means the bright shining one. Definitely this is a supernatural being. Numerous other verses in the bible and numerous biblical scholars confirm that the serpent is Satan so I won’t dwell on that point.

"Let me instead point out what the seduction of Eve involved, at least according to a few bold enough to speak of it. Genesis 3:3, ‘But of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.’ The Hebrew word for ‘touch’ is ‘naga’ which means to lie with a woman. What did the apostle Paul think about this? Well, he said what he thought. 2 Corinthians 11:3, ‘But I fear, lest by any means, as the serpent beguiled Eve, so your minds should be corrupted from the simplicity that is in Christ.’ The word ‘beguiled’ is translated from the Greek ‘exapatao’ which means ‘wholly seduced.’ So what do suppose this is all about?

"Many so-called biblical experts agree that the Nephilim, the fallen angels, mated with women on the earth. Why do not these same experts admit that Satan mated with Eve? Who showed the Nephilim the way? Who was their mentor? The evidence seems to be even more overwhelming regarding Satan’s seduction of Eve than the fallen angels’ seduction of the ‘daughters of men.’ Some say the Nephilim are coming back to once again seduce human women. They reference Matthew 24:37-38, ‘But as the days of Noe were so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.’ (Verse 38) ‘For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage until the day that Noe entered into the ark.’ They reference Luke 17:26-27 which says essentially the same thing. The Flood was caused to destroy the mutant offspring of supernatural beings and human women, but only those who were descendents of Adam. The original fallen angels were not destroyed, but sentenced to the abyss. These fallen angels are coming back to once again seduce human women perhaps?"

"Caitlin, are you trying to scare us?" Kim asked. "This sounds like another one of your erotic fairy tales. I see where you are headed with this. You want us to think that these ‘locusts’ are part of this group of fallen angels who once seduced human women, and now thousands of years later have come back to do it again."

"You mean to tell me you think our soon to be new friends Araqiel, Kakabel and Penemue are supernatural beings?" Sal asked in shock.

"Hey, who knows," Caitlin offered, "but something mighty strange is going on."

Jack interrupted this fascinating conversation as the girls were dressed and ready to go. Kim and Sal continued to ask questions and Caitlin continued to give possible answers all throughout the trip to get their phony identification and on to The Horny Devil to prepare for their singing debut.

"Caitlin," Sal finally asked, dying with curiosity, "what is the unforgivable sin? Would you please tell us? All you do is drop hints."

Caitlin smiled and began, "The unforgivable sin is not physical fornication. It is not fucking and sucking. The unforgivable sin is spiritual fornication. It has to do with one specific event, one specific moment in time. It has to do with spiritual worship of the Antichrist, the demonically possessed religious and political leader who will wow the world with his miracles and supernatural jive. Like Matthew 24:24 says, ‘For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect.’ And guess who the Antichrist’s buddies are. I’ll give you a hint. They ride Harleys."

Kim volunteered, "I’ll take a stab at that one. We have heard this story before, from Joshua Marshall and his little friend, Rachael, the daughter of the first woman who mysteriously disappeared." Kim reached into her purse and pulled out the her pocket King James version. "I bought this so I could check you out, Caitlin. You are always quoting from the bible, like you have a photographic memory or some such thing. Let me quote exactly from Revelation 9.

(Verse 1) ‘And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth: and to him was given the key of the bottomless pit.’

(Verse 2) ‘And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit.’

(Verse 3) ‘And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth; and unto them was given power, as the scorpions of the earth have power.’

(Verse 4) ‘And it was commanded them that they should not hurt the grass overf the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree; but only those men which have not the seal of God in their foreheads.’

(Verse 5) ‘And to them it was given that they should not kill them, but that they should be tormented five months: and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion, when he striketh a man.’

(Verse 6) ‘And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die; and death shall flee from them.’

(Verse 7) ‘And the shapes of the locusts were like unto horses prepared unto battle; and on their heads were as it were crowns like gold, and their faces were as the faces of men.’

(Verse 8) ‘And they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as the teeth of lions.’

(Verse 9) ‘And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings was as the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle.’

(Verse 10) ‘And they had tails like unto scorpions, and there were stings in their tails: and their power was to hurt men five months.’

(Verse 11) ‘And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon.’

"Now," Kim continued, "let me tell you what this all might mean. The ‘locusts’ of course are the Harley riding pretty boys who seduce beautiful women such that these ladies mysteriously disappear. The ‘locusts’ ride motorcycles not horses, this isn’t 1,000 BC, who wants to clean up horse shit anyway? Regarding how they hurt men five months, it is perhaps psychosomatic. The ‘locusts’ take their women, and supernaturally seduce and impregnate them. Kind of like what happened in the days of Noah, when the Nephilim did the same thing which prompted God to bring on the Flood."

"Hey Kim," Caitlin snapped, "what do you suppose these ‘locusts’ talk about when they are not preoccupied with sex? Flying away with the false Messiah and the fallen angels? And just who do you suppose this false Messiah might be I wonder?"

Sal piped up with, "My best guess is this ‘whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon.’ Him?"

"Oh!" Caitlin exclaimed in derision. "You are so frigging smart, Sal, you must be a governor’s daughter or some such thing. Abaddon, the Hebrew word which means the destoyer, the one who perishes, specifically in Hades. He is the angel of the bottomless pit, the abyss, Hades, whatever you want to call it. Apollyon means the same thing in the Greek."

"Abaddon is he who is spoken of in II Thessalonians 2. Abaddon is (Verse 2) ‘that wicked be revealed …’ (Verse 9) ‘Even him, whose coming is after the working of Satan with all power and signs and lying wonders.’ (Verse 11) ‘And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie.’ Abaddon, the demonically possessed antichrist, is also the abomination of desolation of the book of Daniel."

"You know what, Caitlin," Jack spoke up, "Laurie Johnston, the first woman who mysteriously disappeared, had some strange story about Alexander the Great, demonic possession and the Antichrist. It was in her diary. I found it when her husband let me go through the things in her room. Well, here, let me quote exactly what she said." Jack pulled the notebook out of his sports coat beast pocket.

‘Purple Haze all in my brain. Things around here don’t seem the same. Acting funny and I don’t know why. Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

‘Alexander the Great sang that when his army arrived at the gates of Jerusalem. Alexander’s mind was not his own. Daniel, in Chapter 8, prophesied (verse 21), "And the rough goat is the king of Grecia: and the great horn that is between his eyes is the first king." (Verse 22) "Now that being broken, whereas four stood up for it, four kingdoms shall stand up out of the nation, but not in his power." Alexander died at the age of 33 of unknown causes. He had no qualified heir to succeed him on the throne so his vast kingdom eventually divided into four, the Seleucid and Ptolemy kingdoms being the most powerful. "Not in his power’ reveals that the four kings did not have Alexander’s power, his demonically induced supernatural power.

‘The next verse of the book of Daniel, verse 23, brings us to our generation, the last generation, " And in the latter time of their kingdom, when the transgressors are come to the full, a king of fierce countenance, and understanding dark sentences, shall stand up." The "latter time" is the last generation, this generation, in which the Antichrist "understanding dark sentences shall stand up." The Antichrist bears strong resemblance to Alexander the Great in several ways. The Antichrist comes out of the territory once controlled by Alexander, specifically the territory controlled by the Seleucid kings. Daniel explains this in Chapter 11, his long historical and prophetic expose. The Antichrist is demon possessed, as Alexander was, as stated in verse 24, "And his power shall be mighty, but not by his own power …" The power of the Antichrist, supernatural power to perform miraculous deeds, comes from a demonic spirit, as it did with Alexander.

‘Alexander wanted to conquer the world, which he almost did, and he wanted to be God. A formal deification law was passed in Athens because Alexander demanded that subjects prostate themselves before him which was considered an act of worship by the Greeks. He insisted that he be called "the Great." The Egyptians made him their Pharaoh and worshipped him even moreso than their traditional gods.

‘The demonic spirit that possessed Alexander the Great was exorcised by God at the gates of Jerusalem. This occurred as Alexander was given a copy of the book of Daniel, and as he read it, the Purple Haze evaporated. Instead of destroying Jerusalem as he planned, Alexander departed for Babylon, and when he got there he soon died. Nobody knows why he died, perhaps it was because he lost his spirit, his demonic spirit. This same demonic power will possess the Antichrist during the last three and one half years of this generation. Purple Haze is not about LSD as some have sung. Its power far exceeds drugs. Some, however, will think they are under the influence of hallucinogens when they witness the miracles performed by the supernaturally influenced Antichrist.’ That’s some story, ‘eh?"




Prey For Me Ch. 19



"Now, Jack," Caitlin snarled again, "where in the fuck do you think Laurie Johnston got those ideas? What, she is like a secretary and a high school graduate, G.E.D. as I recall. Not brain surgeon material."

"She got her information from that ‘locust’ Danel, one would surmise," Kim suggested.

"No shit Dick Tracy!" Caitlin seemed as if she was really ready to rant and rage. And she did, but not before Jack spoke up.

"You know," Jack mused, "about this ‘their teeth were of the teeth of lions,’ Rachael told me quite the story about that. All about dandelions, you know. She told me because the leaves of the dandelion look like a lion’s teeth, the French named it ‘dent de lion’ which became dandelion in our language. And just coincidentally, a young lady named Carmelita Sanchez …"

"Yeah," Caitlin spat, "she’s the one who crawled under the table at that restaurant and sucked your cock, isn’t that right, Jack?"

"What’s that got to do with it?" Jack groaned, becoming upset with Caitlin’s rapier sharp wit. "And why would Camelita Sanchez, who told me of the mysterious disappearance of her girlfriends, Candace Pike Martin and Roxanne ‘Blue Duck’ Alexander, be talking dandelions? Right, the two ‘locusts’ who picked up those two chicks kept chewing on dandelions, roots and all. There pockets were filled with them. What were those two dude’s names? Oh yeah, Rameel and Turel. Funny how their names sound so much like Araqiel, Kakabel and Penemue."

"And what about the gold helmets?" Jack inquired sarcastically. "Yes, you can buy a can of black spray paint for a couple bucks. I bet it’s 24 karat gold under that black paint."

"Oh well," Kim suggested, "I guess we’ll just have to steal one of the ‘locusts’ helmets and find out for sure."

Caitlin ignored Jack, except for the look that could kill. "You will find the unforgivable sin in Luke 12:10, ‘ … but unto him that blasphemeth against the Holy Ghost it shall not be forgiven.’ Now, that seems pretty fucking clear, does it not? To blasphemeth the Holy Ghost is the unforgivable sin. Again, that transgression has not happened yet and it can only happen with respect to one specific event, one specific moment in time.

"Let’s look at the next verse, Luke 12:11, ‘And when they bring you unto the synagogues, and unto magistrates, and powers, take ye no thought how or what thing ye shall answer or what ye shall say: (Verse 12) ‘For the Holy Ghost shall teach you in the same hour what ye ought to say.’ Now, what hour is that, do you suppose? This verse refers to what happens in the end times, the last days. How do I know it refers to the last days?

"Well, how about Acts 2:17, ‘And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of My Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.’ Notice what it says in the verse preceding this one (Verse 16) ‘But this is that which was spoken by the prophet Joel.’ Now just what the fuck do you think Joel had to say?

"Let’s go find out. Joel 2:28, ‘And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out My spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.’ Now what the fuck was Joel talking about?

"If you look at Joel 2:31, ‘The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and the terrible day of the LORD come.’ Obviously he is talking about the last days, the end times. What the fuck else is Joel talking about? Oh my, he is talking about our friends the locusts just a few verses before this.

"The unforgivable sin, as I said, is not physical fornication, it is spiritual fornication. It is …"

"OK, Caitlin, give it a rest," Jack insisted. We are here, The Horny Devil."

The Horny Devil was a huge place. The owner, Butch Banks, greeted Jack warmly and was quite impressed with the three gorgeous women. "I can see you girls are going to be a big hit, whether you can sing or not," Butch joked.

"What’s up with the name of this place, The Horny Devil?" Caitlin demanded.

"Well, this place used to be a large nursing home years ago. The first of its kind in Reno, and by far the finest. But this old building was scheduled for demolition, to build a shopping mall or some such thing. I bought it cheap at a sheriff’s sale. The name, The Horny Devil, came from my olden days as a biker. I belonged to a motorcycle club called, if you can’t guess, Horny Devils. Let’s take a tour of the place."

Butch showed off the old Harleys he had on display with pride and gave a mini-lecture about each. "This is a 1929 JDH 2-Cam 74. The ‘2-Cam’ engine has a separate cam for each valve lifter. This resulted in superior performance and numerous race wins. This is a 1935 VLD Twin Carb TNT. Except for racing and experimental machines, the factory did not supply Harleys with twin carburetors. Twin carbs, however, were a popular high-performance modification. When an engine was hopped up, it was called a ‘TNT’ motor. Butch went on and on and on and talked about the 1941 U 74, the 1940 WLD 45 Special Sport and all the other old bikes he had on display.

Caitlin showed intense interest in the old Harleys but the other two seemed bored. Jack diverted Butch’s attention with, "The girls have to practice for the big gig tonight, Butch, we can’t dally too long here. Caitlin does look rather famished, though."

The Horny Devil had a restaurant and several large banquet rooms. Butch took them in the smallest room and beckoned one of his waitresses. "Bring us a few pitchers of beer, ice tea and water." He said to the girls, "You look hungry. We have a salad bar over in the restaurant if you want to grab a bite to eat."

Caitlin immediately jumped up and rushed off to the salad bar. Sal and Kim followed somewhat reluctantly behind. When they returned, Caitlin had a heaping plate in each hand. Sal and Kim each had a plate about half full, mostly with rabbit food.

Kim kidded, "Butch, you would have pizza with anchovies. Caitlin took every piece." The three girls burst into a fit of giggling.

"What’s so funny?" Jack asked.

Sal explained with as much of a straight face as she could muster. "A few days ago Caitlin got the munchies in the middle of the night and ran off to get pizza with anchovies. Not only did she come back with the pizza, she came back with some incredible story about how she sucked off two shy college guys."

"And bit off their dicks!" Kim shouted as the three girls convulsed in laughter.

"Well," Jack chided, "I seriously doubt that Caitlin is a Lilith and you three better straighten up. This is serious business. Now, Butch here is going to give you a little lesson in biker lingo, just so you can talk intelligently with these ‘locusts.’

Butch began with, "A ‘one-percenter’ is a member of an outlaw motorcycle gang; ‘13’ is a dealer in methamphetamines, what with M being the 13th letter of the the alphabet; ‘22’ is time done in prison; ‘catwalk’ is a wheelie; ‘class’ is a violent act; ‘free rider’ is a person who shares the same values but doesn’t formally belong to a gang; ‘Jap scrap’ is … "

"Hey," Kim noted sardonically, "that’s us, ‘free riders.’ Butch ignored her and continued on an on. Caitlin closed her eyes and laid her head on the table.

"There’s the bandstand," Butch finally said as he sensed everyone was tiring of Harley talk. You can go set up your equipment, practice, whatever. The show starts at 9:00 PM, and quite frankly, I can’t wait."

The girls played their repertoire of tunes for two nights with no sign of the locusts. On the third night Araqiel, Kakebel and Penemue strolled in like they owned the place and took a vacant table in front just left by a small group who appeared to be celebrating someone’s wedding anniversary.

"OK," Caitlin instructed, "let’s sing some special songs for our favorite ‘locusts’ shall we?

After they did their rendition of Motorcycle Girl by Cruzados, Penamue and Sal had something going on with their eye contact and body language. After the set, Caitlin asked Sal what was up with that.

"Penamue stared at me and our eyes connected. He smiled and wouldn’t let me go and then winked. It was magical. In a single moment … with a single glance, he had managed to symbolically enter me and overtake me with such lurid passion to the deepest depths of my being."

"Hey, you better be careful, Sal," Caitlin admonished, "we are supposed to do the seducing, remember? Don’t fall for this dude. Now get your head on straight. I know, I know, you’re blonde."

The girls did all the songs they had rehearsed, Purple Haze and Watchmen and all the others. The three ‘locusts’ were paying very close attention. Then, at the end of the last set, Caitlin whispered to Sal and Kim it was time to do their new one, Lilywhite Lilith, by Genesis.

"The chamber was in confusion

all the voices shouting loud.

I could only just hear a voice quite near say

‘Please help me through the crowd.’

Said if I helped her thru she could help me too,

But I could see that she was wholly blind.

But from her pale face and her pale skin,

A moonlight shined.

Lilywhite Lilith,

She’s gonna take you thru the tunnel of night.

Lilywhite Lilith,

She gonna lead you right.

When I’d led her through the people,

The angry noise began to grow.

She said ‘Let me feel the way the breezes blow

And I’ll show you where to go.’

So I followed her into a big round cave,

She said ‘They’re coming for you, now don’t be afraid.’

Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne, carved in jade.

Lilywhite Lilith,

She’s gonna take you thru the tunnel of night.

Lilywhite Lilith,

She’s gonna lead you right.

She leaves me in my darkness,

I have to face my fear,

And the darkness closes in on me,

I can hear a whirring sound growing near.

I can see the corner of tunnel,

Lit up by whatever’s coming here.

Two golden globes float in the room

And a blaze of white light fills the air."

Kakabel approached the girls on the bandstand and asked if they would join he and his two friends for a last call drink. They sat at the table and Caitlin, Kim and Sal briefly introduced themselves, as did the ‘locusts.’

"You guys must be bikers," Sal commented, to break the ice.

"Yeah, what’s your scoot?" Caitlin added.

Araqiel responded to the question. "I ride a 2000 Millenium FXR 4 Limited Edition. Only 900 were manufactured. Mine is bright yellow. Kakabel rides a 1995 all black Bad Boy. Springer front end, Vancenhines exhaust, triple lights, floating rotors, badlander lights, sissy bar and a mag wheel on front. Penamue rides a 1993 FLH-TC Anniversary; the one with the blower. His is mostly silver and gray. What about you girls? You got scoots or do you just dress the part?

Caitlin snarled, "We ride brand spanking new Sportsters, dude. Let’s go out to the parking lot and you can check them out, just in case you think we drive station wagons or some such thing. We got like a special discount since we bought three at once."

"Oh yeah, a Sportster," Penamue joked, "that’s a nice girl’s bike."

"At least it’s a Harley and not some Jap scrap," Sal replied with a wink at Caitlin, who winked back, acknowledging that she paid attention to Butch’s lingo lesson.

"That was an interesting song you girls did about Lilith," Penemue remarked. What do you really know about Lilith?"

"Oh shit, dude," Kim snipped, "don’t get her started on that!" She nodded toward Caitlin.

"Who, who? Who me? The screech owl of Isaiah 34:14 you say? Doh! You mean one and only Lilith who invented fellatio and was the first vampire?"

The three ‘locusts’ appeared to be quite startled.

Caitlin continued, "Or are you talking about some bullshit story like The Epic of Gilgamesh? That literary masterpiece written on 12 clay tablet in cuneiform around 2000 BC. You undoubtedly know the story is mostly about the Babylonian king named, of course, Gilgamesh. Lilith is portrayed as a vampire harlot who attempts to charm the serpent. The serpent of Genesis 3, you know, Satan.

"I saw an ancient Persian bowl at the Semetic Museum at Harvard University which had an inscription referring to Lilith. It went something like this, ‘The evil Lilith, who causes the hearts of men to go astray, and appears in the dream of the night and in the vision of the day.’ There is a similar bowl with a similar inscription at the museum at the University of Pennsylvania."

"And just what were you doing at Harvard I wonder?" Kakabel inquired. "You don’t look like the Harvard type, what with being a biker babe and all."

Kim guffawed. "Caitlin is a professor at the Harvard Divinity School."

"Yeah right," Caitlin agreed with a look directed at Kim that could kill. "Obviously Kim is pulling your leg, but I am interested in Lilith. Hey, I went to the Lilith Fair. Last year Sheryl Crow, the Dixie Chicks and Queen Latifah were featured artists on the concert tour. What I liked best about Lilith Fair is that it really pissed off Jerry Falwell.

"Where was I?" Caitlin asked irritably. "A very interesting Lilith story is found in the Alphabet of Ben Sira. Lilith was Adam’s first mate. She considered herself superior to Adam, disdained the missionary position, distanced herself from his authority and fled the Garden. Of particular interest is that Lilith knew the hidden name of God, the name which God didn’t even want to reveal to Moses."

After all the customers and help left, Butch flipped the keys to Caitlin and asked that she lock up whenever they left. The three women and the three ‘locusts’ talked into dawn. Caitlin directed and redirected the conversation to subjects that she knew other ‘locusts,’ particularly Danel, had mentioned.

Caitlin recalled Jack’s notes regarding Danel’s comments about the Great Pyramid at Giza he made to Joshua Marshall, Rachael and her mother. She pulled a one dollar bill out of her purse. "See what’s on the back?" The Great Pyramid. And a big eyeball. What does that mean do you suppose? Not waiting for a reply, Caitlin replayed what Danel had said.

"The Great Pyramid covers over 13 acres. It is absolutely the greatest archaelogical discovery of all time. Napoleon and his army defeated the Ottoman Turks at the Battle of the Pyramids in 1798. Only after that and the discovery of the Rosetta Stone by one of Napoleon’s officers and the unraveling of the hieroglyphics did the Great Pyramid begin to be understood.

"I know you dudes must be students of the bible. The good book talks about the Great Pyramid. Isaiah 19:19, ‘In that day shall there be an altar to the LORD in the midst of the land of Egypt, and a pillar at the border thereof to the LORD." Verse 20, ‘And it shall be for a sign, and for a witness unto the LORD of hosts in the land of Egypt …"

"The Great Pyramid was never used for a tomb. Nobody was ever buried there. What then was the purpose? Cheops, also known as Khufu, for whom it was supposedly intended was buried elsewhere. Just ask those old historians Herodotus and Diodorus. Who directed the building of this supernatural structure? Job? Enoch? The Nephilim, the fallen angels? The theories are mind-boggling. Why the big eye on the dollar bill? Some say it is a Masonic conspiracy. The first masons helped build this pyramid."

Kim excused herself just then to go powder her nose, so she said. Outside to the parking lot she went and found the Harleys the ‘locusts’ rode. She took a small knife out of purse and scraped a small spot on Penamue’s helmet. Gold was underneath the black. She covered the spot with black mascara. Caitlin merely nodded somberly when Kim whispered her discovery.

Caitlin continued, "Napoleon and Alexander the Great both had supernatural experiences in the Great Pyramid. Some say they were both demon possessed. They both wanted to be God and had visions in the King’s Chamber. Some say those demons were exorcised and both went on to meet their demise as world rulers."

"That is some story," Kakabel marveled.

"Oh yeah, I have a little tune about the pyramid. Listen to this one …

Somber, mysterious, lofty, ancient pile,

Enigma of remotest history,

Who set thee here beside the storied Nile,

Eternal watch to keep?

What Master Architect conceived thy plan?

Thou baffling riddle of the centuries,

Standing where Egypt’s delta, like a fan,

Spreads northward, lush and green.

What skilful workman wrought in ages past,

So long ago their tools, their books, their songs,

The echo of their speech are lost to us?

No puny folk were they who set these stones

With artful nicety each in its place,

To stand, while things like nations, kings and thrones

Grow old and crumble into dust.

Unlike the other buildings standing near,

The Great Pyramid was built by angels I fear.

Something to take their mind off sex with female mortals,

Those Nephilim played a few games with portals."

"You know what, Caitlin?" Araqiel smirked, "you are one fucking crazy bitch. But let me get back to your daddy, Job. You girls call your group Job’s Daughters. Your father must have told you the story. By the way, I know for a fact that your daddy Job was not some unknown biblical personage. He was the son of Issachar and one of Moses’ pals. Moses wrote the book of Job, as an eye-witness to the events it records in Midian."

"Ah yes, Araqiel," Caitlin smirked back, "of course I know the story of my daddy, Job. But let me refresh your memory. Job 38:4, ‘Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if thou hast understanding. (Verse 5) ‘Who hath laid the measures therof, if thou knowest? Or who hath stretched the line upon it?’ (Verse 6) ‘Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof;’ (Verse 7) ‘When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?’ God’s message to my father Job seems to be that you laid the foundations of the Great Pyramid at Giza, but where were you when I laid the far greater foundations of the earth? Of course, the ‘morning stars’ were there, both times. The ‘sons of God’ were there, both times. And who do you suppose these dudes are, Araqiel?"

"Angels I guess," Araqiel replied hesitantly.

"Good guess, Araqiel. And what angels were on earth I wonder, according to your favorite book, the bible? Oh no, not the fallen angels, the Nephilim. And what about the ‘corner stone’ referred to in these verses? What’s up with that?"

"The corner stone can refer to only one of two things as you know full well, Caitlin. Either the missing top of the Great Pyramid, or Jesus Christ."

"Hey you all," Sal interrupted, "I suggest we go back to our place. We have the best suite at the best hotel-casino in Reno. The Jacuzzi is awesome!"

"Aren’t you girls a little apprehensive about going off with guys you just met?" Penemue asked.

"Should we be?" Caitlin retorted. "What, are you supernatural or some such thing? Are you going to feed us some sort of date rape drug? We’ll take our chances, let’s go! You dudes could be the ones in trouble."

"Do you girls like anal?" Kakabel asked in jest.

"Do dogs bark?" Caitlin growled.

"I’m kidding, I’m kidding," Kakabel backed off.

"I’m not!" Caitlin fired back, and whispered to Kim, "Maybe we’ll do to them what Lilith did to Sal’s father. They’ll be crying for their mamas. We’ll get the truth out of them. Bet me. Put a little BEN GAY on the end of the strap-on dildos we stick up their arses, they’ll be singing like birds, ‘er make that ‘locusts.’ You brought the bag of our special equipment, right?" Kim nodded knowingly.

To Be Continued …