7 comments/ 8351 views/ 0 favorites Reducing Carbon Footprints By: CarBuffStuff Today was the big day, Earth Day, only Mortimer wasn't himself today. He was still in shock. It wasn't enough that he was diagnosed with cancer and given a death sentence a few weeks ago, but now this. This was too much. From bad news to worse news, this was what had sent him over the edge, no doubt. It didn't matter, with his Earth Day plan already in place there was no turning back now. Going from good to very bad, his life, as he had known it, had suddenly reeled out of control and spiraled downward in a freefall dive of deception, destruction, and demise. He spent the early morning roaming the forest, his forest to think. He needed to be alone with his thoughts and wandering through the lush greenery always helped clear his mind. Receiving the reserves of energy that he needed to fortify his strength to continue with his life, the sounds of the birds, the rustling of the trees, the picturesque beauty of the landscape, and the brisk, fresh air rejuvenated him. The forest is where he felt centered and is where he felt grounded and one with the Earth. The morning sun shining through the canopy of leaves created by the wealth of trees looked much like a stairway shining down from Heaven. It was beautiful. He wished he could be buried here when he died. Every once in a while, with a heavy heart and with tears welling up in his eyes before giving in to anger, he'd stop to reread his notice received from the Alaskan Forestry Department telling him that because of necessary budget cutbacks and financial shortfalls, unless he took his early retirement now, he'd be laid off from his forestry service job as a Forest Ranger within sixty days. Sixty days, legally, he knew they could do that, but morally, how could they do that to him, after all he has given to them and to this job? What else would he do to earn a living, but this? This was his life. His job was the only thing he had. What did it matter? He'd be dead anyway in a few, short months. Still after having given them thirty-five years of his life, forcing him to retire was a huge slap in the face and a boot in the ass. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. His vision of a retirement party attended by all his co-workers was diminished by this forced termination of his employment. Then, something off in the distance caught his attention. At first, he thought he heard voices. Then, he heard laughter. With his mind focused on the early retirement notice he received, with his mind drifting off and thinking of his personal woes, he thought he had imagined hearing voices in the deep forest. Then, in the distance, through the trees, he saw something or someone. What the Hell is that? Who the Hell is that? Was it hunters? Was it poachers? What were they doing out here? Was someone lost? No one comes out here. It's off limits to everyone. He pulled out his binoculars and zoomed in while focusing the lens. Who would be way out here and how did they get here without damaging the forest floor? Then, he saw them. It was a man and a woman. They both appeared to be in their mid to late twenties. He was thin, about six feet tall, and had brown hair. She was blonde, beautiful, and buxom. It was automatic that he made note of their descriptions for his report, should they leave before he reached them. He scanned his field of view from left to right and saw their campsite and their SUV. Obviously, by their tent and doused fire, they had camped here for the night. Had he been his normal self, he would have spotted their campfire yesterday. Certainly, he would have seen their trickle of smoke from his forest fire tower. Only, after receiving his forced retirement news, he was unable to summon the energy enough to climb the tower yesterday. Between the diagnosis of cancer and now this, had he not been given so much bad news to digest in such a short time, he could have done the job that the state of Alaska paid him to do. He zoomed in on the woman for a closer look. Normally, after issuing them a lecture and a citation, he would have asked them to leave and escorted them out of the preserve to make sure they didn't do any further damage to the forest while leaving. There was no camping allowed way out here off the main road and definitely no campfires. This was a nature preservation area, a natural wonderland, and off limits to anyone but Park Rangers and Forest Fire Fighters. The nearest campground was a dozen miles away on the other side of the main road. He was angry that they blatantly trespassed and trampled the flora, the fauna, and his forest without regard for the damage their presence may have caused, especially having driven their damn SUV through this pristine terrain. How dare they? They don't have a clue what damage they may have done. Then, after looking more closely at the woman, he was taken by her beauty. She was more than lovely. She was extraordinary. Admittedly, it had been a while since he had been with a woman, but this woman captivated him. Transfixed in his inability to move, viewing her through his binoculars, as would a voyeur view a woman through a peephole, she mesmerized him into inaction. Tall, leggy, and blonde, he had never seen anyone so perfect. She must be a Swedish or a Norwegian model, he thought. Definitely, she looked nothing like the short, squat, dark women who lived around here. Leaving his post for the first time in 35 years, he spent his day watching her instead of watching for forest fires in his tower. He aimed his field glasses back on the boyfriend. He looked like a prick. For whatever reason, he seemed smugly disinterested in her. Whenever she tried to hug and kiss him, he recoiled and looked at her with distain. Apparently, the appalling behavior of her boyfriend that she didn't realize up close, Mortimer could clearly see from a distance. He wondered what his story was. Assuredly, if he had a girlfriend who looked like that, he'd be all over her. He focused his binoculars over to the vehicle. It looked new. It looked expensive. It was a Range Rover and that made him even angrier. He hated rich people who thought they could do whatever they wanted, wherever they wanted, and whenever they wanted to do it without penalty. And then, it happened. In a rush of adrenalin and caught up in a wash of instant horniness, he couldn't believe it when they started removing their clothes. "Fuck me," he said under his breath while wishing that she would fuck him and imagining that he could fuck her. Watching them from afar, he was happy that he didn't make his presence known. Instead of continuing to walk closer, he made himself comfortable behind a berry bush and trained his binoculars on her. He watched in excited awe as she removed her flannel shirt, hiking boots, and jeans. Oh, yes, she was a hot one, this one was. Definitely, on a scale of one to ten, she was off the chart. She was one in a billion and one of a kind. She looked a bit like Heidi Klum and Christi Brinkley rolled into one, only she was prettier. She was doing a slow strip tease for the benefit of her boyfriend, only Mortimer was more impressed with her sexual antics and sensual movements than he obviously was. Being the voyeur to such an exhibitionistic show of such an extraordinarily beautiful woman was all so very erotic. Mortimer Snerd wasn't a happy man, an understatement. Yet, when left alone to his own devices, he wasn't an unhappy man either. He worked at a job that he absolutely loved. Only, when someone scratched his surface, ruffled his feathers, and/or questioned his lifestyle, it was obvious by the poison he spewed that he disliked everyone and everything, except for his precious forest. Still, he saved his true hatred, emotional outbursts, and pointed political pontification and tumultuous tirades for those who had no consideration for preserving the planet. He hated polluters. Having once met Al Gore, when Mr. Gore came to Alaska, and with a photo of the ex-Vice President standing with Governor Palin hanging on his wall and with a signed copy of Mr. Gore's book, The Assault On Reason, gracing his overflowing bookcase, he especially hated those politicians who refused to acknowledge global warming. He became incensed reading about the Republican Party campaigning against and ignoring climate change and all the issues that go along with it. It was their thinly veiled way of justifying their greed while spinning the blame of their continued pollution and the ill effects of their decimation of the planet elsewhere. Certainly, they weren't as dumb and as ignorant as their lack of concern for global warming led one to believe. The warming of the planet is an irrefutable scientific fact. Their refusal to acknowledge global warming was all just a ruse hoping that everyone would stick their heads in the sand and not notice how badly and how quickly the companies that were more concerned with amassing profits than the quality of life issues were fouling the land, the air, and the water of the world. After all, what good would it do them to save the planet now and in their lifetimes? Certainly, they believed, no doubt, the destruction that was done over the past thirty years wouldn't make a significant difference in their lives, now, anyway. Apparently, they didn't give a care about their children's or grandchildren's lives. Their strategy was to amass as much personal wealth without a care, as to how their companies hurt people, destroyed the ecology, ruined the environment, and eroded the quality of life of all living things around the globe. As a Forest Ranger, Mortimer wished he had the authority to take those who were found guilty of polluting the planet to a toxic waste dump and make them clean it up without wearing any protective hazmat clothing and gear. Instead of having their companies and the companies they invested in given fines that weren't remotely large enough to reverse the destruction they caused and the pollution they created, he wished people would take more interest in saving their planet by putting those companies who helped to destroy the land, foul the water, and pollute the air out of business. If every person became more proactive in protecting the planet by boycotting and not buying whatever these polluting companies sold and not do business with whatever services they rendered, these evildoers would stop and change their ways to stay in business. He watched her unbutton her flannel shirt. Certainly, she was taking her sweet time about it, which definitely made it more seductively sensuous and teased him in a titillating way. There, now, as she opened her unbuttoned shirt, he had a clear view of her bra, her cleavage, and the bulbous roundness of the top of her overflowing breasts. He watched as her shirt cascaded down from her shoulders and fluttered like a bird landing to the forest floor. This time, he wasn't offended by her littering or affronted by her presence way out here. Watching this slow strip tease show was well worth whatever damage she caused. Hopefully, he could fix whatever they did with a delicate shovel. She started slowly moving her body seductively, as if she was dancing a sexy dance to an imagined music before unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping her jeans. He imagined her dancing for him. He imagined her stripping for him. He trained his binoculars on the section of her opened jeans, where clearly he could see the top of her powder blue panty just below her flat, toned stomach. Form fitting and skin tight, she had difficulty continuing her slow strip tease while exerting enough pressure to wiggle out from the grasp of her denim without having to stop her sexy dance. Watching her wiggling her shapely ass, he wished he were her jeans with his hands holding onto her round hips, as she was trying to break away. "Bend over, baby, and turn towards me. C'mon, just a little bit more. Turn, baby, turn and show me your ass." Just as he said it, just as he wished it, she did it. Now, with her bending down to remove her jeans from her ankles, he had a clear view of her shapely panty clad ass and a good view between her legs. He imagined bending her over and fucking her like a dog while he reached up and fondled her abundant breasts and fingered her nipples. "Bark like a dog, baby. Let me hear you bark like a dog," he imagined saying to her while plunging his cock ever so deep in her warm, tight pussy. Now, dressed only in her matching powder blue bra and panty, she revealed that she had a spectacular figure. Quickly, he looked over at her boyfriend. He was already naked and Mortimer derived great happiness in the fact that the cold air did its job in shrinking his puny package. Picking up, folding his clothes, and clutching them in his arms, her disinterested boyfriend wasn't even watching her slowly stripping off her clothes for his benefit and personal pleasure. Quickly he trained the binoculars back on her. She was exquisite in every measure of the word. "Be still my heart," he said for no one to hear. He watched her, while holding his breath, as she reached behind her to remove her bra. "Oh, my God, yeah baby, show me your tits. Take it off and turn this way. Let me see your knockers." In one swipe of her hand, her bra was gone. Wow, did she ever have great tits, so full and so symmetrical, they were perfect. He zoomed in closer. They looked real enough. The chill of the morning air erected her pink nipples and he imagined sucking on one tit while feeling the other before switching off and repeating the process again and again. In a quick motion, her panties were off, too. Her pussy was shaved. She was naked, totally naked. He zoomed in his binoculars in for a tighter shot. Judging only by the color of the hair on her head and by her light blonde eyebrows and her fair peaches and cream complexion, had she had a patch of pussy hair, he would have guessed that she was a natural blonde. Never in his 35 years as a Forest Ranger has he been treated to such a delightful sight and he was glad that he carried his binoculars wherever he went. Sure, he's seen lots of naked people out in the woods, people who thought they were alone from his voyeuristic binoculars and free to undress, but nothing like this and nothing like her. Most women look better with their clothes on, but not her. Someone who looks as good as she does naked should never wear clothes. She was a woman without flaws, a flawless diamond. Her breasts were perfect. Her hips were just wide and round enough and her thighs were a shapely stairway to Heaven. He reached down and touched himself and massaged the head of his cock through his uniform pants while watching her. He was already hard and his cock was throbbing. He wanted to pull out his prick and play with himself; he couldn't wait to jerk off to the sight of her naked body while imagining her in his house and spread eagle on his bed, but he didn't want to miss anything. There was just no way that he could jerk off and hold his binoculars steady enough to watch her at the same time. She was worth waiting to jerk off over later, as he didn't want to miss anything. He only wished he had brought his video camera. He followed them with his binoculars when they walked down to the water. He knew they wouldn't be there long. With the runoff from the melting icecap this time of year, the water was just too damn cold. They took their ten second dip with screaming laughter and were quickly out and drying themselves with a towel. He watched her big tits bouncing up and down and side to side with the mad dash she made from the water to the shore. Making a run much like the run that Bo Derek made on the beach in the movie 10, she was so much more in every way than Bo Derek could have ever been and he imagined her running to him. Mortimer studied their body language and what should have been reversed behavior, he watched her dry her boyfriend with her towel, instead of the other way around. Damn, if he had such a hot, playfully sexy girlfriend, he'd be all over her naked body drying her with his towel for the opportunity to feel her magnificent body. He imagined resting his stiff cock between her ass cheeks while drying her back, shoulders, and breasts with his towel. If he was her boyfriend, she wouldn't have a drop of water left on her, even if he had to lick it off of her. What the Hell is wrong with her boyfriend? He must be gay to be acting so disinterested in her. Still naked, he watched them walk back to camp with towels casually draped over their bodies. Her nipples were as erect and as hard as he has ever seen nipples and he imagined sucking on those plump tits. The subtle movement of her breasts proved to him, even from his distance, that they were very firm and that they were natural and not man made silicon creations. She never removed her hand from his round, firm ass, another behavior that should have been the other way around, with her boyfriend feeling her lovely, round, firm ass. Every now and then, they'd stop and kiss and it was a kiss that she always initiated and that he was first to break off. Her boyfriend is such a fool. She'd give him a deep kiss and then she'd stroke his cock until it went from flaccid to semi-erect to hard. Oh, my God, it was so hot to watch them making out while naked, just as it was as hot to watch her fondling and stroking his puny, little cock. He couldn't help but imagine her kissing him. He couldn't help but imagine kissing her. He imagined her stroking his big cock while kissing and kissing her. He imagined feeling her breasts and reaching behind her to feel her ass while kissing and kissing her. Now, finally, her boyfriend was being more attentive to her and he realized that he may have misjudged him. Just before they reached their campsite, she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth. He couldn't believe it. It all of his sixty years, he'd never been witness to a woman giving a man a blowjob and she was sucking his cock as if she was a pro. He watched her head move back while her hair moved forward. He felt as if he were watching his own personal porn movie. He'd give anything to have someone who looked like her suck his cock. It was a vision that he'd jerk off about for whatever time he'd have left on this Earth, no doubt. He watched her sucking her boyfriend's cock, as her boyfriend reached down and felt her magnificent breasts and fingered her nipples, the lucky bastard. Then, when she was beginning to really get into blowing him, he put a hand to the back of her head and fucked her mouth with his hips before abruptly stopping. Oh, my God, that was an outrageous display, but why did he stop? Mortimer never would have had the control to stop. He would have cum in her mouth, as he was expecting her boyfriend to cum in her mouth. He was hoping to watch her boyfriend give her a cum bath with cum dripping all over her face and breasts. "Damn, definitely, I would have shot my load in her mouth if I was her boyfriend and she was my girlfriend and sucking my cock." Now that they were walking again, obviously, they were going to continue this show back at camp. It took all the control he had not to pull out his prick and jerk off over what he had just witnessed. It took all the control he had not to burst upon them and ruin their fun for the chance of getting a closer look of her naked body. Only, he wanted to see more. He wanted to watch them fuck. He wanted to witness what she'd be like when taking her boyfriend's cock deep inside her. He wanted to hear her scream with orgasmic pleasure, so that he could imagine being with her when he was alone in his cabin later. Patiently, he waited to see more of their show and he was glad that he did because his patience was well rewarded. Even though he didn't live in what some may not think was a rain forest area, a swampy, danger filled tropical jungle, Mortimer lived in the Tongass National Forest area of Alaska. Tongass National Forest is, indeed, the world's largest remaining rain forest; a 500 mile area that is reserved and deemed a sanctuary to preserve fauna and flora. He knew that there are plants, roots, insects, and animals in the forest that we have yet to identify their purpose. These plant, insect, and animals may be what we need to preserve not only our quality of life but also things that are integral to the continuation of mankind. We must preserve what we inherited before we lose anything else to extinction. Now, because the rainforests are disappearing to build houses and shopping malls, what resources have already become extinct are lost forever. Reducing Carbon Footprints "Whether it is plant or animal, those who have any doubts that the planet is not being slowly destroyed just have to come to Alaska to see what pollution is doing to the air, the forest, and the ocean. The proof is all here. The beauty and the majesty that took millions of years to create are now in a state of flux and irreversible decline. The icecaps are melting, the rain forests are disappearing, animals and plants befall extinction daily because of the destruction that a few white, old men have done and continue to have the power to do," said Mortimer to whoever would listen. Only, the ones who listened were powerless to do anything about global warming. They were people like him, powerless and without influence. We all agree in principal that our planet needs protection from people intent on polluting it, only we don't know how to go about it and, even if we did, we don't have the political clout to enforce it. Except for the stories we read in National Geographic and those television specials we catch on national news reports, few of us have first hand knowledge of the devastation man has done. Those of us who complain and write to our representatives in congress, our voices are lost to lobbyists. Those who claim to serve us as public officials are merely holding office to line their pockets at the expense of the planet. The older he became and the longer he stayed in the wilderness, the less he ventured out to socialize with anyone human. Only, the less he ventured out to mingle with people the more twisted he became. Content to live his life in solitude, he'd rather spend his days with nature and experience the natural order of things. Rather than to feel the frustration and the out of control feeling that he had whenever he talked to an accountant or attorney or executive or developer who worked for banks, insurance, oil, logging or real estate development companies, he'd rather talk to the animals in the forest. "You fools have no conscience," he routinely said to himself when walking away from those who polluted his forest. He wished he could just shoot them and bury them out in the middle of nowhere. He watched her boyfriend put down a blanket in the crock of two trees. They were both still naked. She found her place beside him on the blanket and he had the perfect view of her between her legs. They started making out again and touching one another everywhere. After only a few minutes he got up, went inside the tent, and returned with some ropes and a scarf. "Fuck me! No way, be still my heart," he said for no one to hear. Mortimer knew what they were going to do next, only he couldn't believe it. "I can't believe he's going to tie her up and she's allowing him to do it. Wow, that's always been my fantasy to tie up a woman and to have my way with her. He's such a lucky bastard to have a woman like that." He watched him tie her wrists to the trees, first one and then the other, as she giggled with the delight of a Japanese school girl. Next, he pounded two tent stakes in the ground by her ankles and tied her legs to those, too. Her legs were wide open and Mortimer had the perfect view of her pussy. Finally, he tied the scarf around her eyes. Obviously, by her excitement, this wasn't the first time they had played this game. In the way she was so receptive to it, this looked like it was her fantasy. Then, the man went back inside the tent and returned with a small jar of honey. Mortimer watched the man lovingly wipe honey all over his sweetheart's naked body. "Oh, my God, I'd do anything to lick that honey off her beautiful body. I love honey. There's only one thing I love more than honey and that's a naked, beautiful woman and there's only one thing that I love more than a naked, beautiful woman and that's a naked, beautiful woman lathered in honey. Fuck me," he said while rubbing the head of his cock through his uniform pants. She was giggling and laughing with glee. He imagined she must love the feel of honey oozing all over her naked body and filling every one of her pores, crevices, and cavities with its thick, rich sweetness. He imagined the man was tickling more than her fancy while wiping the honey all over her with his hand. She had honey everywhere, on her tits, her thighs, her pussy, and even on her face. He wished he could hear what they were saying, but they were too far away and he didn't want to be seen and prematurely stop their erotic fun, when, obviously, it was just beginning to heat to a sizzling inferno. Maybe, later, he thought, once they were both in orgasmic pleasure, he'd sneak closer to make his presence known. She'd still be tied and he'd have the perfect view of her naked body while her boyfriend struggled to untie her and she struggled to cover her nakedness. Yeah, maybe later, he'd let them know that he had been watching her and that he had seen...everything. She was giggling with such girlish delight that he knew that they must have done this routine before. Mortimer figured the man would lick the honey from her naked body before going down to the lake to wash off, but he disappeared inside the tent again. "Where'd he go? What the Hell is he doing?" Mortimer flashed the binoculars from her to the tent and back again. Only, this time, when he finally reappeared, he was fully dressed. Show is over. What happened? Quickly, he trained the binoculars back on her. She was still tied to the tree, still dripping with honey, and still naked. What is he doing? Did she say something to piss him off? Surely, he's not going to leave her there like that. "What the fuck?" Suddenly, the woman went from giggling to struggling against her ties. He watched the man, pack up his possessions, get in his SUV, and start the engine. She was screaming at him and he was leaving without her. He was leaving her alone there to fend for herself. How could he do that? Why would he do that? Drenched in all that honey, it'd only be a matter of time before a bear would smell her, find her, and mistake her for food. Mortimer waited a few minutes while watching to see if the man would return. He could see from the plume of dirt that the man was heading for the main road. He watched him drive further and further away until he disappeared in the dense trees. He returned his focus to her and watched her through his binoculars desperately struggling against her ties to free herself. Back and forth, he trained his binoculars on her and then her boyfriend driving away. Her boyfriend had disappeared from view entirely. He was gone. He had taken all her clothes. I guess he figured she wouldn't need them. Now, she was crying, screaming for help, and struggling against the ropes. There was no one this far back out here in the woods by her and him. No one could hear her. Nervous, anxious, and excited, Mortimer waited a long fifteen minutes watching for the return of her boyfriend. Maybe, he forgot something, whipped cream or condoms and was going to buy it at the store. Still, he wouldn't leave her screaming like he had. After a while, when it was apparent that her boyfriend wasn't coming back, he approached her. His father, a big fan of Edgar Bergan, thought he was funny when he named his son Mortimer. Named after the famed ventriloquist's puppet, Mortimer was no dim witted dummy. He had a master's degree in Forestry Science and wanted to earn a Ph. D. and would have had his girlfriend not broken off their engagement and changed the road of his life forever. Yet, ever since he was a boy, he had to endure the teasing of everyone, even his friends and relatives over his name. The love of his life, Cynthia Larkin, when they started getting serious, dumped him after accepting his marriage proposal. "I just can't see myself marrying you and carrying the name of Cynthia Snerd. I hated the thought of having a brood of little Snerds." Her rejection of him was one of Mortimer's defining moments. He was devastated and the deep pain of rejection and lost love that he felt from the loss of her twisted him. He didn't want anyone else but her and when she married another, he disappeared in his work and in the forest. After being jilted by the woman they loved, where some men try another filly, get back on the horse and play the field, some men turn to religion and give their lives to the God, while still others turn to alcohol, drugs, or even suicide. Mortimer immersed himself in Forestry Science, in the service of the forestry, and later lost himself within the lush wilderness of Alaska. Living so much like Theodore Kaczynski, the Unabomber, his rage against the political pirates and profiteers of the world manifested itself into a perverse obsession of getting even by righting the wrongs of the few rich and powerful who ruined the lives so many. He turned the rejection he felt from Cynthia's love lost to hatred and he directed that hostility to those who helped destroy the planet. He decided that not only would he rather not have children than to put his kids through the teasing of having the last name of Snerd but also he didn't want his children to live in such a polluted world, a world fouled by greed, corruption, and pollution. Even if he changed his name, he'd still be left with his buck teeth, red hair, big ears, and freckles. He looked like a cross between Howdy Doody and Alfred E. Newman with the thin, wiry body of Don Knott's character Barney Fife. The older and crazier he became the more his physical characteristics developed and reflected what his inner self became. He looked a bit like a cartoon character. Becoming a vegetarian, he became thinner, which made his ears look even bigger and with living through the harsh winters, along with his weight loss, his face developed the deep knurled wrinkles of an oak tree. He didn't bother cutting his hair. Allowing it to grow without brushing it, he just tied it and tucked it beneath his hat. It didn't take him long to get the idea of growing a full beard, yet instead of adding to his appearance of a mountain man, with his gaunt appearance, long hair, and scraggly beard, he looked more like how Howard Hughes looked in his later years, had he moved to the forest and lived in the wilderness, instead of holding up in the top floor of a Vegas hotel. "Hello? Who's there? Is there someone there?" Her voice was filled with fright. He could see her, but from his distance walking through the dense forest, she couldn't see him. She couldn't see him anyway, she was still blindfolded. He stepped from the forest to the cleaning. In the way that she struggled and with the look of fear on her face, he knew that she was thinking that he was a bear. "It's okay," he said calling out to her. "I'm a Forest Ranger." "Oh, thank God. Please, can you help me? Please, untie me. I'm so embarrassed. Please don't look me. Please don't look at my nakedness." There was desperation in her voice. She was on the verge of crying again. He loved the sound of her voice. It was so sweet. How could her boyfriend do this do her? Why would he do such a thing? She was so strikingly beautiful, exquisite in every way. How could he not appreciate having such a beautiful girlfriend? "Hi," he said stepping still closer to get a close up view of her spectacular naked body. He stared at her before reaching down and pulling off her blindfold. She did a double take, no doubt, by the gargoyle like appearance of him. "Hi," she said with a smile of embarrassment. "My asshole husband left me here. I'm so embarrassed. Please don't look at me." "You want me not to look at you? I'm sorry, lady, but I can't," he said with a leering laugh. "You're naked and you're so beautiful. It isn't every day that I come across a beautiful, naked woman tied to two trees." "Please, untie me," she said pulling against her ties. She involuntarily moved her wrists and attempted to close her thighs, as if trying to cover her nakedness, but she was still tied to the trees and tied to the stakes and really couldn't move much more than a few centimeters. "Why would he do this to you?" "Why? That's the million dollar question; actually, that's the fifty million dollar question." She looked at him with her big, blue eyes and smiled a sad smile. "I don't understand," said Mortimer. "I'm rich and he's not. Everyone warned me about him. Everyone told me not to marry him. I thought they were just jealous. Now that he did this to me, his plan is obvious." "Plan? What do you mean?" "He'll tell everyone that we were playing our game of bondage again, which all of our friends know we play, because he made sure he told everyone at the last dinner party we had. I was so embarrassed. He told all my friends that I love being stripped naked and tied to the bed while he does whatever he wants to my naked body, the sick bastard." "So, a lot of people do that. I mean, I don't know anyone who does that, but I'm sure a lot of people are into bondage. Actually, it's a fantasy of—" "Well, this is a bit different, don't you think, tying me to the trees, covering me with honey, and leaving me way the fuck out here alone in the forest to die? I'm sure he'll say that a bear scared him off before he could untie me. Then, with me out of the way, he'd inherit all that I have. It's a perfect crime." "I see," said Mortimer never removing his eyes from her nakedness. "Only, he never expected a Forest Ranger stumbling upon you." "Yes, I'm sure he figured we were far enough out in the wilderness that we'd be alone and that I not be discovered until it was too late," she said with a sad, little laugh. "Now, I understand why he didn't want to camp in the campgrounds," she said making eye contact with him. "Oh, please untie me. I'm so embarrassed. Please don't look at my nakedness. This is so humiliating." "What's your name?" "My name? Sam, Samantha." "Hi, I'm Morty." "Hi Morty. Now, please, can you untie me?" "Untie you? You've got to be kidding. This is my fantasy come true." He was not an attractive man to begin with and in the way he looked now, a bit crazy, added a new definition to his character. It was obvious that he had lived alone for too long in the forest and those things, such as global warming, pollution, and greed were things out of his control and things that he could not change that further defined his lunacy. In spite of his scary appearance and the unbalanced nature of his mind, nonetheless, he was a man with a mission. The mission that he accepted today was to get back at all those who fouled the planet. The peace he received living alone as a Forest Ranger in Alaska's vast wilderness was from the grounds he patrolled that were unpolluted and unspoiled by humans. He loved the mostly pristine landscape, the part of the country that was still untouched by oil drilling and logging companies. What he loved the best was walking out on his front porch in the early morning while surveying the landscape and drinking his hot, black coffee. He bonded with the forest. Hearing the birds and feeling the cool morning chill woke him up more than did the coffee. Just as he loved living alone, he loved nature. He was at home here. The forest is where he belonged. He intimately knew every trail and every tree. Spending 35-years of his life here, he knew more grizzly bears by name, names that he had given them, than he did people. The only time he went to town was to buy supplies and that was once a month. Instead of buying things he didn't need or didn't really want, he learned long ago to wear it out, make do with what he had or to live without. In a remote part of the landscape, huge cedar, redwood, spruce, birch, and cottonwood trees blocked communication tower signals necessary for radio, television, Internet, and cell phone transmissions. Even the satellites signals were obstructed by the density of the lush forest. His only connection with civilization was the huge antenna that peeked above the tree tops and that he installed on his roof for his short wave radio. When he went to town, Sally, the store clerk saved up newspapers for him and he returned home with a box full of newspapers and magazines to catch him up on what was happening in the world. Because of the storm that hit and that knocked his antenna down and that he was unable to get it reinstalled, it was three weeks before he learned who was elected the new President of the United States. With all things considered, even though he was without a woman in his life or anyone for that matter, life was good for Mortimer. Content to be alone, he was living his life the way he wanted to live it and how many other people can say that about how they live their lives? Living high atop a mountain range in his one room log cabin, a house he proudly tells everyone he knows and anyone he meets that he built himself, the only time he had to come back down to earth from his house perched high atop the mountain and/or from his forest fire warning tower was to go into town to buy supplies. Where some who lived alone looked forward to going to town, he dreaded it and went out of his way to go at a time when there'd be less people to bump into. He'd rather not have a conversation if he didn't have to have one. "You know, it's not a good idea to spread honey all over you body like that," he said to Samantha while staring at her nakedness. "This is bear country. There are black bears, brown bears, Kodiak bears, grizzly bears, and even polar bears have been known to wonder up in the northwestern section of the forest in search of food. Bears, unless they are hibernating, are always hungry. Much like dogs, they can't eat enough and they love honey. They can smell it as far as two miles away and a polar bear can smell a rotting whale carcass as far as twenty miles." "Please," she said looking around in panic. "Untie me." "You must understand, Miss, I mean, Samantha. Do you prefer Sam or Samantha?" "Everyone calls me Sam and now that you've seen every part of me, you may call me Sam, too." "I've been alone for a long time, Sam. I'm lonely and to see a woman, a naked woman, a beautiful, naked woman at that, well, any man would have to be gay to resist you and to not take full advantage of this opportunity," said Mortimer unbuckling and unzipping his pants. "Resist me? What do you mean? What opportunity? Wait! Please, no. Oh, dear God, please, don't. What are you doing?" "Don't worry. I'll lick the honey off your body first before I fuck you and then after you blow me, I'll untie you, find you some clothes to wear, and give you a ride back where you can call someone to pick you up." "No, please don't. I beg you. Please stop. Just untie me. You must untie me. Listen, Mort, I'm rich. I'll give you money. More money than you can imagine. However much you want, I'll give you. I'm really very rich, which is why I'm in this predicament. Just untie me. Okay? Please?" "Sorry, but I don't need your money. I'd much rather have my fun with you. Which would you prefer that I cum in your pussy or in your mouth?" "What? Oh, God. Please, no. They'll fire you from your job when they find out that a Forest Ranger raped me." "Fire me from my job? It doesn't matter," laughed Mortimer. "They plan on laying me off, unless I take their offer of early retirement." "You can't do this. You'll go to prison for rape." "I'll be dead long before it comes to trial. I've just been diagnosed with terminal cancer." "Tell me what I can do for you not to rape me." "You can answer me one question." "Anything, just ask it of me." "Tell me, Sam, do you want me to cum in your pussy or in your mouth?" "Oh, God, I'd rather you not cum in me at all. Just untie me," she said struggling against the ropes. "Which do you prefer, pussy or mouth, Sam?" "Oh, God, if you must, in my mouth." Reducing Carbon Footprints Between being diagnosed with cancer, given a death sentence and now, laid off, and what happened between him and Samantha was what irreversibly changed Mortimer for the worse and forever. His life, as he knew it, was over now. It no longer mattered what he did or what happened to him. He had already taken the steps to be remembered as one of the worst serial killers in history. His plan was already put in action. It was only a matter of time. It was a good life for a man who didn't need or want anything more than what he had. He had an old Jeep Wrangler that he maintained himself and his dog, Rinny, a German Shepard, named after Rin Tin Tin that accompanied him everywhere he went, that is, except for today. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts today and left Rinny home alone in the cabin. His life would have continued, as it had for the past 35 years, only, perhaps from eating one too many prunes or crunchy granola bars, he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. His doctor gave him his death sentence punctuated with the amount of time he had left, six months, at most, and less if he didn't leave his job to live in the city for the chemo treatments. Then, there was the matter of his forced retirement, which in the scope of things, really didn't make a difference, as he was dying anyway, but it was the principle of the thing that the state didn't care what his contribution was. They just wanted him to leave and that hurt him, as much as it made him very angry. The doctors assured him that it was nothing that he had eaten that had given him cancer. Only, Mortimer thought differently. To him, packaged and processed food meant polluted food and anything that man touched was poisoned. Even though he tried living off the land as much as he could now, he couldn't reverse the years he ate junk food, ice cream, candy, and cookies and the fast food of McDonalds, Burger King, Taco Bell, and TV dinners, before he was enlightened and started eating more wholesome foods of fruits and vegetables. Yet, even the fruits and vegetables didn't taste as good as he remembered they did when he was a kid. The soil where his fruits and vegetables grew and the water he gave them to grow were polluted, he imagined. Even the rain water was filled with acid. For the sake of money, those in power have ruined the planet, he feared. He figured he had gotten the cancer from living off the polluted land and/or drinking the polluted water, even where he resided way out in the middle of nowhere deep in the forest. After reading the news about the poor economy, after reading about those executives who were in Washington before Congress with their handout for stimulus bailout money to only pay what they received from Washington in multi-million dollar bonuses and multi-million dollar golden parachutes, he now knew the players. He now knew who was responsible for polluting the Earth, ruining the economy, and ergo, who was ultimately responsible for his cancer and his forced early retirement. Because of the stimulus package, because all those responsible for putting the world in the sad condition and desperate state of affairs that it is now, he had a long list of names of those who needed to pay with their lives for what they did. If he was going to die, they were coming to Hell with him, too. Perhaps, from being teased and victimized in his youth because of his name, perhaps from living alone for all these years, perhaps from being rejected by the love of his life, Cynthia, perhaps by a combination of all of the above, Mortimer was determined to set his scales of injustice straight before he died. By taking the term reducing carbon footprints a bit too literal, he decided to seek his final and ultimate revenge on those who polluted the planet. What better way to celebrate Earth Day than to remove all those footprints of those who created so much unnecessary carbon? Having worked for thirty-five years as a Forest Ranger and with no one to leave his accumulated wealth to, he'd use whatever savings he had amassed in the course of his sixty years to take his final revenge. He was earning $240 a week as a Forest Ranger when he first started the job back in the early '70's. Now, with raises, promotions, cost of living increases, and a bonus for earning his master's degree in Forestry, he had a weekly salary of $1,880. His retirement fund was seven figures, that is, before the stock market crashed. Now it was barely worth half that amount, six hundred and seventy thousand dollars. Nonetheless, after closing out his retirement fund, he had more than enough money for what he needed to do. So long as he was still well enough to work, so long as he was free from being treated with chemotherapy, he planned and plotted his final revenge. Since everyone loves cruises, he chartered a big boat, a yacht, for a planned party. For those who didn't have the time to take a cruise, he rented a huge hall at the Park Plaza in New York. For those special few who would only take part in his sweet revenge when given the choice of flying privately, he hired a private plane to take them wherever they wanted to go on their final flight. Whether on land or on sea or in the air, free food and free booze and with the ability to rub elbows with a list of who is who in the world, that should attract all those he needed to attract. Going down the long list of all those names that were responsible for the collapse of the economy, he prepared his personal invitations. He invited the top executives of all three automobile companies, General Motors, Ford, and Chrysler. He invited those in charge of losing billions of dollars at AIG, Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, and Citicorp. The executives of Merrill Lynch, Goldman Sacks, Bank of America, and Wells Fargo were all invited to the ball, too, as well as the top management of Exxon/Mobil, Shell, Amoco, and Citgo. After all, greed is not only what destroyed the world economy but also is what is destroying the planet and the people who run these companies are, indeed, the greediest of the greedy and the most foulest of all the polluters. By giving $300 to a small town attorney, he formed a corporation, Earth Day, Inc. Next, he sent press releases to all the major newspapers and news agencies informing them of his corporation's plans to hold a giant Earth Day celebratory party around the world. His party was to reverse the bad economic news with good news for the future and to show all those top players in a better light than how they have been exposed in the press recently. What was once impossible to organize was now easy to do by way of the Internet. With the world press abuzz with something good happening in the world, instead of all the bad things that have happened daily, they were all eager to give Earth Day, Inc. some good press. Moreover, all those top players who have had their reputations blackened were eager to align themselves with a company that showed they cared about the Earth. It was a perfect plan for such a deadly day and a dastardly deed. Just as Mortimer had hoped, his free press releases paved the way for his invitations to be accepted. Everyone who was anyone would be there to celebrate the planet on Earth Day. Unless they were ill or entangled with another commitment, why in the world would anyone refuse his invitation? After being beleaguered by continued economic bad news, this good news would go a long way to help improve their reputations. He looked down at Samantha still tied spread eagle. She was so beautiful that he just stood over her staring at her nakedness. Finally, he untied his boots and stripped off his pants and underwear. He watched her close her eyes and look away from his nakedness. For such a scrawny man, he had a huge cock, a cock much bigger than that of her boyfriend, and it was already fully erect when he unleashed it from his briefs. He leaned down and kissed her and when she pulled away, he grabbed a handful of her long, lush blonde hair and pulled her face to him and kissed her again, this time more deeply and with more passion. "Kiss me back or I'll leave you here for the bears." He kissed her again and this time she accepted his tongue in her mouth and gave him hers. It was a long kiss and he took the opportunity of her French kiss to explore her body with his hands and fingers. He felt her tits and fingered her nipples, as he kissed her. Then, he explored her pussy and fingered her clit. She wasn't even wet and the experience of touching her wasn't enjoyable for either one. "Blow me," he said. "Suck my cock." "Please don't do this. Just untie me. Okay? We'll pretend this never happened. You haven't done anything but kiss me and touch me. I'll give you enough money to live out the rest of your life in luxury. Just untie me." "I don't need your money, Sam. What I do need right now is a blowjob." He gave her a long look. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "And if you don't swallow my cum, if you spit out a drop, we'll have to repeat the process again later." He was on his knees now and he moved his torso closer to her mouth. His cock was so close, so long, and so hard that it bounced off her check with his every movement. With tears in her eyes, she turned her face towards him, closed her eyes, and accepted his cock in her mouth. He felt her warm tongue swirling over the head of his cock and it felt so good. She was blowing him. This beautiful woman was actually sucking his cock. It was the best blowjob he had ever received in his life. "Are you right handed or left handed?" "What?" She removed his cock from her mouth to answer. "Are you right handed or left handed? "Right, I'm right handed." He pulled out his pocket knife and cut her right wrist free. "Use your hand on me. I need to cum and you had better not spill a drop." She started stroking his cock, moving it back and forth, as she sucked him. After a few minutes, when he felt the warm feeling overwhelm him, he put a hand to the back of her head and started slowly, at first, hump her mouth. Now, getting ready to explode his cum in her mouth, he was fucking her face with his cock faster and faster and harder and harder. "Oh! God! Don't stop! Yeah, baby, suck my cock. Suck my prick! Blow me! Oh! Oh! Oh!" He exploded all that he had in her mouth. Too much cum for her to swallow, she gagged and spit much of it out while coughing. "Well, that's unfortunate." "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I was choking. When did you cum last?" "I don't remember. I think when the President was in office?" "Which president? President Bush?" "Uhm," he said putting his head down in embarrassment, "President Clinton. Yeah, the last time I came off was when I jerked off over Monica Lewinski giving President Clinton a blowjob." "Oh, my God, eww, you are so creepy." "Yeah, well, we'll see how creepy I can get when I take you back to my cabin." Times were tough all over, even in Alaska where men were always able to find high paying jobs on the oil pipelines or on fishing boats. Yet, too many men were out of work because of what was happening in the world today. Too many men had angry opinions of who was responsible for their dire straits and what they would do if they had their chance to do it to those people who put them out of their jobs and out of their homes. It wasn't difficult for Mortimer to find a few good men who were willing to plant bombs for the right amount of money. When a man is out of options, one hundred thousand dollars given to each man will make a man do just about anything, especially when his family is hungry and homeless. Actually, the men didn't know they were planting bombs. All they knew was that they were delivering packages. They may have suspected they were doing something sinister, especially since it was coming from Mortimer Snerd. Definitely, after the news reports surely, they would know they were directly responsible for the mass murders of so many. Yet, finding out who all those they murdered would not make a difference to them. If anything, they'd rejoice that they were able to help Mortimer with his master plan. Without question, they'd be happy to learn later that they helped Mortimer with his final fatal revenged of all those responsible for putting them out of work, forcing them out of their foreclosed homes, ruining their lives, and denying them the opportunity to feed their families, while they, the greedy bastards, pocketed millions of dollars in undeserved bonuses. It was just a short walk through the dense woods to Mortimer's cabin. He knew every shortcut to take. Rather than take the long, winding main road up the mountain, the hidden paths through the forest got him there in only a few minutes. Once back at the cabin, he made Sam comfortable on his bed. Since you spit out much of what I had given you, Sam, I need for you to repeat the process. She struggled, but he was too strong for her. A wiry man, he was accustomed to hard, physical work. Besides, he had the adrenaline of a crazy man pumping through his veins. He went down on her. She still tasted like honey. She had pockets of honey all over her body. Everything stuck to her, little bugs, twigs, and leafs from their walk through the forest. He moved away whatever was in the way of his tongue and licked her until she was moist enough for penetration. Then, he mounted her. It had been years since he had been with a woman and he gave her all the pent up sexual frustration he had to give. He was really pounding her and she was getting the best fucking of her life, no doubt. Meanwhile, Mortimer had already paid his blood money to those men who needed it the most and to those men who possessed the backwoods code and moral character to never let a friend down, especially when that friend just paid him one hundred thousand dollars. Mortimer gave them the two way tickets to travel to their determined locations and back for them to carry out their mission. Once they had delivered their package, the money that Mortimer gave them was more than enough for them and their families to have a fresh start in a place where there were jobs, such as Fargo, North Dakota. Fargo was far enough away from their ruined life in Alaska, yet it was close enough for them to find a good job in a growing economy there, that is once the flood waters of the Red River receded. Still, there was plenty of work to be had in Fargo. There they were out in the middle of the ocean waiting for the Earth Day festivities to start. The wives of their greedy executives of banks, insurance, and oil companies were all bedazzled with diamonds, accented with furs, and dressed in their best gowns. Their husbands wore their tailor made tuxedoes. This was a big occasion. All of the world press would be there to cover this Earth Day event and to report to the world that these greedy bastards really did have a conscience and were willing to do whatever they could to save the planet, wink, wink. "Boom!" The first bomb exploded the ship into oblivion. Not knowing how much plastic explosive to put in the package to get the job done, Mortimer filled the box with extra. If anything it was too much. Certainly, there'd be nothing left of anything or anyone after the bomb blast. At precisely the same time, the second contingent of guests were 35,000 feet in the air enjoying the smooth jet ride of a private 767 wide body Boeing. They were all there, the bonus recipients from AIG, the stock brokers from Wall Street, and the bankers from Bank of America and Wells Fargo. "Boom!" The second bomb exploded. Again, Mortimer, not an explosives expert and making a bomb for the first time from instructions printed out from the Internet at the library's computer, had put more explosive than what was needed. To dislodge a jet from the sky, he didn't need more than a shoe bomb. Instead he had his hired assassin plant a shoebox full of plastic explosive, enough to insure nothing was ever found of anything or anyone. He had wished he could have gotten the Bushes to accept his invitation, but he knew enough not to even invite them. Matter of fact, he refrained from inviting any politicians. He feared that if he invited a sitting senator or an ex-president, that the security would be tight enough to discover his bombs and expose his plan. He was satisfied to rid the planet of the carbon footprint of bankers, insurance executives, stock brokers, et al, the greedy bastards who profited from the misery of so many of those who cut jobs and foreclosed on homes. He only wished he could have invited Bernard Madoff. Now, that would have been a coup, but instant death was too good for that bastard. He was glad he was spending the rest of his miserable life in prison. They were all just sitting down to dinner at the hall and just as the hall was jam packed with big wigs from banks, insurance companies, and Wall Street, the third bomb triggered. Yeah, sure, just as he felt bad about the crew aboard the yacht, the flight crew aboard the plane, and all those press reporters covering his planned Earth Day parties, he felt bad about the collateral damage of those innocent waitresses, bartenders, and busboys that were unfortunate to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Yet, he was at war and the lost lives of the innocent were part of the cost of his personal war. "Boom!" The third and final bomb exploded taking all of those where they deserved to go, to Hell. Mortimer was getting ready to cum again. He had already shot his load in Sam's pussy and now he demanded that Sam blow him again. He was on his back on the bed and she was position between his legs sucking his big cock. Wanting to just get it over with, no doubt, and hoping he'd allow her to go after sucking his cock, she was really going at it. "Boom!" He shot the biggest load yet in her mouth. He put a hand over her mouth forcing her to swallow all of him. "Can I go now?" "Go? Go where? No, sorry, you can't go. I think I like having you around to fuck you at will and to make you my bitch. Yes, I enjoy you sucking my cock whenever I need it to be sucked." It was quite by accident or maybe it was planned that Sam saw the barrel of Mortimer's handgun peeking out of his open nightstand drawer. She reached for the gun. "Boom!" She put him out of his misery and gained her freedom by blowing his brains all over the cabin's wall. She was free and all those who helped to destroy the planet and ruin the lives of so many were now dead. Nine months to the day later, Sam had a baby. Everyone figured it was the son of her ex-husband, who she quickly divorced, as soon as she returned home to New York. Only, the boy had bright orange hair. In honor of the personal sacrifice that Mortimer had made to rid the planet of so many carbon footprints; she named her son Mortimer, after his Dad. Ah, wouldn't it be nice if this story wasn't a work of fiction? Wouldn't it be nice if we all had a super hero who could rid our world of so many greedy bastards for the betterment of the rest of us? Happy Earth Day. THE END