Storiesonline.net ------- R.S.O.B. by RealLifeDragon Copyright© 2003 by RealLifeDragon ------- Description: This is a fictional account of things from my mind. There is not a lot of sex in the story, but there is some. It is just not the prevalent story line. If you are a Clinton Lover, this may not be the story for you. This is a far cry from Cammie Sue, but I think it is interesting and entertaining. Codes: ff Mf cons inc les het ------- ------- (Retired Special Ops Bastards) Disclaimer This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead, except for people of historical status, any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are mentioned in this story, it is not to be the conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including copyright message. ------- Main Characters Earl Taber was Seal. He and I served several tours together in 'Nam. Dave was a long-range sniper from the Marines. We had met in 'Nam and then again in Desert Storm in Iraq. Butch was a Seal like Earl. They served on S&D missions in 'Nam and also in some heavy shit in South America during the '80's Gary was from the Air Force, flew for Air America (a CIA front), and had been in Delta. He had been in 'Nam, South America, Africa, Afghanistan and Columbia. Bob was an A Team Green Beret with weapons and medical specialties. He served in an A Team in 'Nam and recruited 'Yards for strike teams. He had also been in Africa and Afghanistan. Frank was ex-CIA and an electronics expert. He had been all over the world. We met in Laos and again in Afghanistan. Jim, Bubba as he liked to be called, was a Seal with counter terrorism training. Bubba was the best scrounger I had ever come across. If you needed something, he could get it. It didn't matter what it was, or where we were, he had contacts. He was a buddy of Earl's that was introduced to me after I got out. Lives about 2 hours south of me. He was in 'Nam, South America, Grenada, Panama, and Desert Storm. I was in Special Forces, with 4 tours in Nam, then Grenada, Panama, Afghanistan and Iraq in Desert Storm. Sally and Bridget are two teenaged sisters from close by who I had come in contact with and they loved sex. They sort of looked on me as a father figure and a lover. ------- Chapter 1 Damn, it's a scorcher today. Those were my only thoughts as I exited my year old Hummer. I was also very glad I had opted for the a/c. Folks don't see many Hummers here in the Ozarks, but they had grown use to my "eccentricities" as they liked to call them. The difference about my Hummer was mine is military issue that I got by pulling some strings with a person in supply. It has the gun mounts on it, but not the weapons. Got a lot of the armor plating too. This is a fairly reserved type of place and nobody much messed with other folks business. Most just noticed who it was and made sure it wasn't an outsider then went about what they were doing. It was that kind of atmosphere that I loved about this place and the main reason I had decided on settling here after I had retired from the service. I walked into the "Tapped Out" and nodded to Mike, the owner/bartender, as he handed me a Dos Equis. I grabbed it and headed to the table where E. T. was sitting. "Hey Dude, how was the audit?" Earl Taber just looked at me like I was speaking gibberish. "That good, huh?" "Those assholes wouldn't give one damn inch. They kept insisting that this money was due THEM. Like it was THEIR goddamn money." "E.T., you know the IRS is not going to give you a break. Why the hell are you so upset? They know you can't do a damn thing about it and your fighting this thing is only amusing them. The more you fight, the more they try and stick it to you. If you keep this up, you'll wind up owing them your life." "Hell, they tried to take that from me in 'Nam, Grenada, Panama, and Iraq. They weren't successful then and they ain't gonna succeed now." "Hey, back then, you had weapons you could fight back with. Here, you don't even have an attorney." "Ya, I know. I ain't gonna pay one of them money grubbin' bastards. Besides, I think they're scared of those assholes and wouldn't put up a fight even if they knew how. If they won, the IRS would audit them next." I could see that Earl was getting pretty hot and needed a diversion to get this off of his mind. He had been fighting this IRS thing for better than a year now. Earl is one of those guys you don't want pissed off at you. I would not have been all that surprised if he had shown up here with blood on his hands and the guy's ears on his belt. That was one of the ways he kept score in 'Nam. Earl had been in the Seals and worked with Special Ops and Black Ops. I knew him back then and he was one bad dude. He had two belts full of VC ears, each one of them he had killed with his K-Bar. He had had some close calls, but never left a kill without the guy's right ear. After our fourth tour, they rotated us out and would not let us back in country. They said we had too many missions and were not sure of our sanity anymore. I was in Special Forces, Green Berets if you prefer, and had worked with Earl on a many missions. Now that I look back on it, they were probably right. Some of the comments the "Suits" and "Shrinks" made were: "Have gone beyond reality:" "This is no longer a job or a mission for them, it has become pure pleasure." Of course, these were statements from a bunch of "Straight Legs" with no real in-theater experience as to how it really was. And I guess they were pretty much right. We had gotten to the point where we looked forward to our next outing rather than fear it. We were good, damn good. Probably too good for the liking of the powers that be. In our area, we were winning. The VC and ARVN were afraid of us. Never mind that more times than I can count, or want to, we were running through the bush for our lives. Never mind that it took us 3 days of grass and Black Jack to get us calmed down to where we could even stop shaking. Oh, the shaking never came in the bush, only when we got back. Then we couldn't stop the shakes. We both had that 1,000-yard stare. Hell, almost everyone I knew had it, at least in SOG (Special Operations Group). I held up two fingers and Mike brought us two more Dos Equis. Earl was still going on about the arrogance of that IRS asshole. "Look ET, what the hell are you going to do. You can't fight these shits, they have the rulebook. Just play the game. How much are they hitting you up for?" "A little over five grand." "Shit, you can afford that. If you can't, I'll lend it to you." "That's not the point and you know it." "So what is the point? You want to start another war so you can take their ears?" That was the wrong thing to say. I knew it the instant the words came out of my mouth. He got that "look" in his eyes. The same look I'd seen a million times before. "No fucking way, Earl. You can't declare war on the IRS. As much as I'd like to, you know there is no way to win that sucker." "No, think about it, buddy. I could stand back a thousand yards and cap that mother and nobody would ever know where the round came from." "Right asshole, and then the Feds take one look at his case file, run a check on the names and see who has skills to do that. The instant your name pops up, they'll have an HRT down here and take you out." "Not if they can't find me. I could be back in the bush so far they'd never be able to track me down." "This ain't Charlie we're talkin' about here. They don't give up after a couple days of searching. You're thinkin' with your asshole." "So what? I can hole up for longer than they can spend looking for me. And if they get close, I can get some more ears." "Dumb ass, they'll just bring in troops from Wood and smoke you out. You can't kill a regiment. Even if you could, they would just bring in two regiments to replace them. Get your head out of your ass." "Shit, we hid from a division of ARVN for 2 weeks." "Ya, but you didn't kill a fed. You just offed that major. Besides, if you did off this guy, what would it accomplish? You think he is the only fed they got? Shit, they've got a whole city of 'em, just waiting to get out and take the good guy's money." "Well, I got to do something. This arrogant son of a bitch just sat there and smiled while I used up my arguments and then told me there was nothing I could do about it. I can't let that shit pass. It is just too much." I knew I was shovelin' shit against the tide. I needed some reinforcements and some bodies to help me convince him that this was not the way to get his evens. "ET man, give it a rest. Let me call in the guys and we can come up with a decent plan. This bullshit will just get us both killed." "I ain't askin' you to get involved. I can handle one little shit head." "Who the hell do you think you are talkin' to? You know you would never let me get into shit like this without you by my side, why do you think I'd be any different?" That seemed to slow him up a bit. He knew we had been through too much shit for one of us the let the other go down by himself. I knew he would have laid down his life for me and not even questioned the reason why, and he knew the same about me. "Let me round up the guys and we'll get some planning on this shit. You and I were never the planners, we were just the ops. I'll put in a call and they'll probably be around in a week or so." "All right, but I don't want to wait too long. I got this burr and I don't want to get too used to it. I might get to liking it too much." The "guys" we were talking about were a group of former special ops from all the services. We called ourselves the "RSOB's." Retired Special Ops Bastards. Dave was a long-range sniper from the Marines with 127 confirmed kills. Butch was a Seal like Earl and had been on many ops in Laos and Cambodia. Gary was from the Air Force, flew for Air America (a CIA front), and had been in Delta. Bob was an A Team Green Beret with weapons and medical specialties. Frank was ex CIA and an electronics expert. Jim, Bubba as he liked to be called, was a Seal but had gone through the Special Forces school for counter terrorism training. Bubba was the best scrounger I had ever come across. If you needed something, he could get it. It didn't matter what it was, or where we were, he had contacts. Once I had mentioned getting the "guys" together, Earl calmed down a bit and called to Mike for two more Dos Equis and a bottle of Black Jack. "Hey, you still hooked up with them two sisters from Bergman?" "Ya, but they ain't got any older since you said you didn't want to be wipin' snot from their noses." "Not a problem tonight, I want to get my pipes cleaned and cool down." Now he was talking. Anything to get his mind off the IRS. "Ok, you make the call to the guys and then we'll party. Wait, can them cunts drive yet?" "Well, Sally can, but Bridget is still too young." "How the hell did an old pervert like you get hooked up with little girls too young to drive?" "If I wasn't a pervert, we'd be partying with some old ladies. Now which do you want?" "Ok, just call the guys and then the girls." "Hey shithead, you know I don't call the guys on a non secure phone. I'll call them from my place and have the girls meet us over there." I was really hoping that I could delay things long enough he would forget the guys and this whole crazy idea. But in the back of my mind, I really knew better. Mike put the drinks on the table and Earl poured the Jack. He toasted to "The beginning of a successful operation." We finished the Dos Equis and about a quarter of the Jack and decided to head out to my place. I tried to get him to leave his hog at the bar or put it in the back of the Hummer, but he wanted to ride. I knew better than to try to argue with him, and with me in front of him I could probably keep him out of any harm. ------- Chapter 2 With Earl safely behind me, we crossed over into Arkansas and headed for home. The roads were crooked enough so he really didn't have much of a chance to pass. Once we hit the gravel roads, he had to slow way down to keep from laying the hog down. We turned up the dirt road to my place and I hit the remote to open the electronic gate. Once I saw he was safely through, I closed with a push of the button. I knew the alarms were going off back at my place, I couldn't turn off the sensors that detect any vehicles that might come up the road. I had 5 minutes to get back and turn off the sensors so the mines wouldn't go off. In case you haven't guessed, I am more than a bit paranoid about my privacy. Once someone starts down the road in any vehicle, there is a 5-minute delay before explosive charges start to detonate. Most of them are harmless concussion charges until you get around the house. Then I have some "mild" claymore type charges to discourage anyone from attempting to snoop around. There are also some trip wire type charges set if anyone decides to come in from the lake on foot. The locals all know about them and don't bother me. The sheriff and state police also know about them and if they need to talk to me, always call so I can turn them off. I have signs around the place saying "ABSOLUTELY NO TRESPASSING - THIS PROPERTY IS MINED - ALL SURVIVORS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULLEST EXTENT OF THE LAW." Anybody else, I don't give a shit about. I'll just feed them to the fish or dump them someplace distant from my place and let the hogs have a feast. Occasionally, some stupid teenager will accept a dare and try to ride up the road after dodging the gate. They all turn around and beat it the hell out of there by the second explosion. Nobody has gone past two charges going off. I know; I can watch them on the video cameras as they run their ass off trying to keep it from being blown off. We got to the house and I opened the door and switched off the alarms and mines and got us each a Dos Equis. Earl was used to my paranoia and was mostly amused by it. I picked up the phone and called Sally and Bridget. Unfortunately, neither one of them answered. It was their Mother. In my best teenaged voice I blurted out, "is, um, Sally there?" I heard her lay the phone down and shout, "Sally, some dickhead is on the phone for you." "Hey, this is Sally." "Hey, I know, how you doin'?" "Oh shit, I thought it was someone from school. I'm doin' fine but I sure do miss your good lovin'." "I take it you Mom ain't within hearin' distance." "Nope, she's outside with some guy she picked up and his booze." "You and Bridget feel like a party tonight?" "You feelin' horny enough to handle both of us?" "Always, but I got a buddy with me tonight. I figured maybe Bridget could take care of him." "Ya, that's cool. I mean he's not an uggo or anything is he?" "Naw, he's not that bad. A couple years younger than me. He was in 'Nam with me." "Cool, will he tell some war stories? You know how that turns Bridget on." "Well, he don't like to talk too much about it, but maybe with the right kind of persuasion." "Cool. I guess you want us to drive over." "Yep, I got some business to take care of before you get here. Just press the buzzer when you get to the gate." "Cool, see you in about an hour." "Ok, darlin'. Bring your sexiness with you." "Oh, I always have that for you." "See ya then." "What is this teenage voice shit?" Earl asked. "Her ol' lady answered the phone, and I don't think she would approve much of me. If she was sober enough to understand." "You and your teeny boppers. Why don't you pick up some women in their twenties or thirties?" "Have you taken a good look at the gene pool down here? Hell, if they're 21 and not married and/or pregnant, they're either hookers or you need an industrial strength bag to put over their head. With the young ones, they haven't developed any of the genetic traits the years of inbreeding that went on in these hills produce. Plus, none of them want to marry some old man like me, so I don't have to keep my guard up for man traps." "Ok, anything you say. Now, how about calling the guys?" "Just getting to that." (Actually, I was hoping he'd forget about it and the situation would just go away, but I should know better than that with Earl.) I turned on the scanning device to see if there were any bugs on the line and it came up clear. Then I dialed Bubba's number from memory. I never keep anything written down. After 4 rings and a buzzing, (Bubba scanning) his answering machine came on. I knew he was there, but waiting to hear who it was. "Bubba, pick up." "Hey buddy, what the hell are you calling me about. I don't owe you any money." "Secure." "Ok, in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." Click. I clicked my scrambler on and waited for the recognition tone. "Ok, what's up?" "Earl's got some problems and we need everyone's mind on this one." "Is it real urgent?" "Naw, I was figurin' this weekend would be soon enough." "That's great, I got to finish some shit around here. I should have no problem getting there by the weekend." "Great, don't forget to use the buzzer. Don't try to dodge the damn mines and surprise me. I've changed the locations on some of them." "Damn, take all the fun out of things why don't ya." "Look, we need you in one piece, and I don't want to have to patch you up before we get started." "Ok, I'll be there." "Call your two with the same instructions, ok?" "You got it. See ya by Saturday." "Early Saturday, and not wasted." "Damn, you ain't no fun. See ya then." I hung up and turned the scrambler off. Then I called Frank and Bob with the same instructions. Both of them told me they'd be here. I didn't expect otherwise, we are all always there for each other. If one of us has a problem, the rest of the group just drops everything and we get it worked out. No questions, no complaints, no griping, we just show up ready for whatever problem has arisen. Earl had gotten us two more Dos Equis and handed me one. Then we both sat back and basically waited for the girls to arrive. ------- Chapter 3 Earl and I were into our fourth Dos Equis when the buzzer sounded. I checked the screen and saw Sally's face. "Hi Darlin', you're lookin' good." "Ok, try this." She backed up a couple steps and pulled her top off, flashing her tits for the camera. Actually, she didn't need to pull her top off. She was damp with sweat and her tits showed through her flimsy T-shirt. "Is that lookin' better, sweetie?" "You bet, is Bridget with you?" Just then Bridget stepped into view with her top off and leaned down and sucked on one of Sally's nipples. "I can see she is and as horny as ever. Drive on up, I'll turn everything off." I pressed the button to open the gate and then clicked off the master switch for the mines along the road. It took them about three minutes to drive in and I was waiting for them outside. "Where's your buddy?" were Bridget's first words as she and Sally got out of their '79 convertible. I had bought it for them after we had been together for about a month. I didn't want to keep driving over to pick them up, so it was more of a convenience for me, plus they thought I was some kind of God to just buy them a car for no real reason. They really didn't have much of a life. Their father had left when he got tired of his wife fucking everything in sight while he was on radar duty. Their mom was a waitress at a truck stop outside of Harrison and was probably hooking for extra money. Mostly the family lived on welfare that the mother used for dope and booze. She was about 38 or 40 and looked like 40 miles of hard road. But she had a warm, wet place for guys to dump a load so she was not lonesome. To her, Sally and Bridget were just a nuisance and she was glad to see them go, anytime. The addition of the car was a blessing to her. She didn't even question where it came from, she was just glad they had the ability to get the hell out and leave her and her current boyfriend alone. They hadn't bothered to put their tops back on and they both bounced up to for a hug and a sloppy kiss. Bridget said with a cute little pout, "I am really disappointed in you. Pushing me off on your buddy, I thought you loved me best." "It ain't like that, darlin'. I'm sure we can switch around. Earl and I don't mind sharing, or switching. Besides, you might like him more than me." "I'm just teasin' you, babe. I know you always take care of us. Come on, let's get out of this damn heat. I'm thirsty." We walked inside and I introduced Earl to the girls. Sally walked up to him and gave him a sloppy kiss, followed by Bridget who also grabbed his package. "Hmmm, hung pretty good. Should be an interesting time." Earl actually blushed. He was not used to the forwardness of the girls and they knew they were on home turf and could get by with a lot of shit. "Earl, get the girls a beer and we'll get acquainted." Earl headed for 'fridge and got two beers and opened them. Mexico has not yet mastered the twist off cap, so an opener was necessary. He handed the girls their beers and sat down with Bridget immediately plopping on his lap. She drained about half of it in one gulp and then wiggled her ass against him. "So, I hear you were in 'Nam with this pervert." "Yep, me and him spent some time there." "Did he really do all those crazy things?" "I don't know what things he has told you, but he is not the most sane person you'll ever come across. But he always seemed to be able to come up with the prettiest girls around. I don't know what they see in him, but I see he hasn't lost his touch." I knew Earl was trying to steer the conversation away from 'Nam, so I kind of jumped in to help out. Earl doesn't like talking too much about in country time. Actually, I don't know of any Vet that does. I tell some tall tales when I think it will impress a girl, but I mostly stay away from the subject. Ain't much pretty about war. "I'd just tell all the girls I had a friend with the best tongue in the country and they had to be nice to me to get me to introduce them. That's how I got all the girls to play along." Bridget seemed to squirm a little more after I made that statement. "Is that true?" she said while looking into Earl's eyes. "Hell, I don't know, I never compared it to anybody else's." Bridget squirmed even more and pushed her tits closer to Earl. "I think I'm gonna like this party." Sally had been quiet up till now, but she joined in the bull shitting by saying, "He gonna have to go some to beat Bridget's tongue and yours, you know." Then Bridget blurted out, "well, yours is real good too, but I'm used to it and I like some new stuff once and a while." Now it was Sally's turn to blush a bit. I knew the girls liked going down on each other, but never mentioned it. They did it a lot when it was just the three of us. They would get in a sixty-nine while I fucked one of them. It just seemed so natural for sisters this pretty to do that. We finished off the beers and then I got some weed out and lit up the pipe. The girls loved the combo of beer and grass and got into the party mood real quick. It wasn't long before Bridget pulled Earl up and headed for one of the bedrooms. Sally and I migrated to another bedroom while listening to the moaning coming from Bridget. Evidently she had got Earl's tongue working and was really enjoying it. The party lasted for three days with some time out for sleeping and food. We switched around frequently until Earl and I were worn out. Then the girls continued by themselves with us as an audience. I wish I could revisit my teenage endurance, but that had long passed. The girls did a good job in keeping us hard, but two guys in their mid-forties are not a match for two teenagers. By Friday we were walking around limp-dicked and nothing short of Viagra could have awakened our hardons. ------- Chapter 4: The Property I guess I should describe where I live to sort of make things more clear. When I was on leave after my first tour, I took the money I had saved up and bought a parcel of land. It is in a remote area of Arkansas, on the border with Missouri. It borders on a very large lake that has almost one thousand miles of shoreline. My property is on the north side of the lake, but I am still in Arkansas. I am about seven miles from the Missouri line. They can't run electric lines across the lake, or mail. So all of my services come from Missouri. The land I bought covers an entire peninsula, or point as they say down here, on the lake. It is a little over 600 acres, but land was cheap at that time. I only paid $14,500 for the plot. During my 30-day leave, I explored every inch of the land. I found a cave on the property and the way I had it figured, it came out somewhere underwater. I didn't have the time or equipment to check that out during that leave, but marked the map and put it in a safety deposit box. On my next leave, after my next tour of duty in 'Nam, I took some survey equipment and some diving gear with me. I surveyed my measurements from my notations on the plot map and rented a boat. On my third dive, I found the entrance 50 feet underwater. On subsequent dives, I cleared out debris in front of the entrance. Then I took my gear into the cave and followed it until I came to water. This was a bit scarier. I waded in and, with the help of a long rope and a very intense lantern, I started out to find the underwater entrance. There was just one place where I had to move some stones. It was about 50 feet from where I had submerged inside the cave. So I hooked the rope around one of the secondary rocks that were blocking access to the lake and swam back. I went out to my vehicle and got a come along and attached the cable to a tree outside the entrance. I didn't want to be in the cave while I was winching so I just hoped the rope was strong enough. I cranked on the come along, and after about 8 cranks, the rope went slack. I waited to see if there was any secondary slides or noises, but after a half an hour with no sign of anything, I took my diving gear and returned to the cave. I waded back in and followed the rope. The big rock had moved and two others had followed it, leaving a clear opening to the lake. I swam through and came up into beautiful daylight. I dove back and swam back into the cave and made my way out. The rest of the days were spent plotting out where the cave was from the ground side. My best estimates were the top of the cave was about 20 feet below one particular area. That place was almost perfect to build my dream house. I had plans for that cave. On my way from the area, I stopped at my two neighbors houses to introduce myself. Like most people in this area, they were friendly, but standoffish. I made it clear that I wasn't the type of person that would be a bother and that mostly I just wanted to be a good neighbor. One that you could count on if you needed help but not somebody that was nosey or came around a lot. I told them I planned to build a house there, but after I was done in 'Nam. They asked if I was going to clear the land and farm. I told them no, I just wanted to relax and fish and hunt. The older couple hinted they might be selling their place in about 10 years since they were getting up in age and didn't want to be working so hard. I made a mental note of that of that and filed it away for future reference. I said my farewells and headed back to 'Nam. After my next tour, I convinced Earl to come with me. We were both pretty burnt out and needed some time away from everything. We flew into Springfield and drove down. I stopped at the neighbors and told them I was back for a month and was just letting them know. I showed Earl my property, including the cave and he helped me layout what I had planned for a house. We did a bunch of fishing and basically nothing else. I told him I wanted to have an escape from the house directly into the cave. He thought that was a great idea, but it would take a lot of digging. When you are doing that type of digging, you have people spreading tales. It would be a much better kept secret if I didn't use locals for the construction. That set me to thinking even more. He also told me it would not be a good idea to tap into the dome of the cave, but to make a side shaft so as not to compromise the integrity of the cave's structure. During our last tour, I spent almost every free minute planning my house and how to build it without divulging its secrets. Slowly, this thing was taking shape. After my last tour, Earl's too, I had 60 days before I had to report Benning to be an instructor. Earl was to report to Coronado to train Seals. We made a trip back to the property and did more planning. Some preliminary digging brought us to the conclusion we were going to need to do a lot of blasting. Earl's comment to my disgust was, "hey, you're on top of a mountain, what did you expect, bottom ground?" I spent 3 years as a T.I. and then requested reassignment. By '74 I was working covert actions and not around the U. S. much. It was '82 before I got back to visit my property. I stopped to say hello to the neighbors and the one couple asked me if I would be interested in buying their land. They quoted me a price and I checked my bank account and they had the papers drawn up before I left. I now had an additional 200 acres. Since it was mostly farmland and pasture, something in really short supply in this area, I was able to lease it out with no problem. I arranged to have the money paid to a bank account since it was difficult to locate me most of the time. I did more surveying during my visit and basically laid out the place where I thought the house would go. I had asked the neighbors about building and what permits I would need. They just laughed and told me that I was not residing in a "civilized" county. Building permits had not been something the county had enacted yet and they hoped they never would. Just a way for the people to get more tax money. They told me this was still a place where people could live their lives without any government interference, but I had to watch out for the Corps of Engineers who owned everything around the lake up to flood level of the damn. They told me if I checked around the water line, about 30 feet up from there I would find their markers. As long as I didn't mess with their property, there would be no problems. I wondered how the cave would be affected but did not mention it to anyone. That was my secret. During my time in 'Nam, I had arranged with a friend to accept shipments of "things" I would ship back. Whatever I shipped, I would make arrangements with a transport pilot on his way back to get it delivered to the nearest base and my friend would pick it up. I was able to ship back a lot of contraband, including weapons, gold and anything else I could to enhance my wealth. I had, setting in a storage facility outside of St. Louis, a dozen M-16's, 6 AK-47's, a.50, 2 30's, 4 M-60's, various other weapons and 152-10lb ingots of pure gold. During my covert action years, it was more difficult to ship things back, but I did manage to acquire some items. During my time in Afghanistan, I could have shipped back kilos of pure heroin, but I did not have the facilities to get rid of it once I got it back. It was tempting though. Earl and I were teamed up again in South America in '85. We were both making plans for our retirement. He had the same arrangement with a friend of his for shipments, so we were both going to be sitting pretty. Not rich, but comfortable. We both discussed what we were going to do after we got out. I was basically going to build my house and do a lot of fishing. I might find some consulting work, but mostly I had had enough of work. He was going to do consulting work on insurance and government regulations, something he had taken college courses in the service for, but did not have any idea where he was going to settle. I told him he should consider my area of the country. It was mostly free of the government and had airports so you could get to anywhere in a short time. Both of us were licensed pilots and enjoyed flying. I had plans for making a landing strip somewhere on my property. Maybe part of the new place I had bought, since it was already cleared. Our mission only lasted 9 months. Officially we were "advisors" but that was in name only. When bullets start to fly, you damn sure better be ready to respond. But then congress decided to cut the funding to where we were and we were brought home. Earl and I kept in touch during the last years of service. I was stationed at Bragg and he was in Coronado. We hooked up again in Iraq. That was a short war and I think we were both ready to pull the pin. Since our enlistment dates were only a month apart, we got out about the same time in '92. He was to meet me in Springfield 30 days after he got out. He told me he was going to look for some property but was going to get an apartment to start out with. Special Ops folks tend to flock together. So both of us had made several friends. You don't tend to get too close to anyone you are not serving with, but there are always folks you are just drawn to. Our group was in that category. On one or more missions, either Earl or I had served with each one of our little group and learned to trust them. The first thing I did was to hire a local with a dozer to clear a space to pour a pad. Then he brought in his backhoe and dug a septic system. We both laid pipe and I built the forms to pour the pad, making sure I had the septic hook ups and the water hook ups dug and placed within the pad. I figured up how much concrete I would need and got a company to deliver it. That being done, I hired another local to dig a well. Since I didn't know how long it would take me to build my house and I needed a place to live, I had thought about buying a mobile home, but they always looked too small. So I settled on the idea of a manufactured house. After a visit to several dealers, I purchased one. The dealer was amazed when I wrote him a check for the entire amount. There is not usually that kind of money in this area. Since I was paying cash for the house, he threw in free delivery and hook up. I got in touch of the electric and telephone companies and had them install their lines and poles. That was more of a hassle than the rest of the process. The house was setting there by the time the two companies finished arguing who would set the pole and make the first installation. After it was set and the lines in, I called the dealer and he had his electrician come out and hook it up. I was set. My first call was to Earl's cell phone. Of course I got his voice mail. I left a message and he called back about 3 hours later. He told me he was getting a flight into Whiteman and would then hop a National Guard plane to Springfield. I told him to give me a call just before he left Whiteman. I knew I was going to need surveying equipment for the house, so I just purchased a good set. If I had scrounged around I probably could have gotten one from some base, but I needed it now. I next contacted the Corps of Engineers and told them I would like to build a dock in the little cove that was next to my property. They sent me the forms and I commenced to fill them out. Like all government forms, they ask for details that are not really necessary. I drew up some plans for a 3-stall dock and then made a trip over to Mountain Home. I threw around my rank and service record and managed to get in to see the honcho. We chatted a bit and swapped lies. He had been in 'Nam with the Engineers, building bases. He finally agreed to help me get the forms filled out properly and submitted. That wasted most of that day. A week later, I had my permit and tag. I searched the local papers for docks for sale, but nothing looked good. I did find a company that would build one and the price was not too severe, so I just paid to have them build it. They had it in the lake in less than a week. Evidently, this was their slow time of the year and were happy to have the work. I hired the guy with the dozer to put in a road down to the dock and to do a bit of clearing where I knew the house was going to be. I got some gravel delivered and spread on the road. Then I bought a bass boat and a pontoon boat. Both of them were used, but they were in good shape and the price was about 1/3 of the new price. I had the dealer deliver them on the same day. I also contacted a fuel company and had them deliver a tank and 400 gallons of gasoline. Two days later, I got a call from Earl telling me he was leaving in 3 days and to expect a call. The house I bought came furnished but I still had to buy a bunch of necessities, such as sheets, blankets, dishes, pots and pans, silverware and the usual things a bachelor doesn't have. I made a trip into Springfield and loaded the car with everything I could find. Mostly from K-Mart and Wal-Mart, but I did make a couple other stops. I also bought some basic fishing equipment from Bass Pro Shop. My poor car was loaded to the gills and there was just barely room for me to drive the thing. I got a call from Earl again and he told me a buddy of his was going to be coming with him. I told him there was no problem, I had 4 bedrooms. Anyone who is a friend of Earl's has to be ok, so I did not even give it a second thought. Before we hung up, I asked him if there was anyway he could scrounge some plastik and detonators. He told me it was not a problem and he'd see me on Thursday. I knew I was going to need the plastik to build the house the way I wanted it. Thursday, about one in the afternoon, the phone rang. It was Earl saying they were about to board an NG plane with all their stuff. I showered and headed for Springfield. I found the NG headquarters at the airport and explained who I was and I was waiting to pick up Earl and his buddy. There was no problem, and in about 30 minutes, this big transport plane taxied up to the NG terminal. Earl and this big guy, I mean big. He was at least 6' 5" and had to go 240 without an ounce of fat walked into the terminal. We hugged and he introduced me to Bubba. Bubba lived in Arkansas, about an hour from where I lived. He was going to rent a car and drive down to see his folks. I drove Bubba over to a cheap car rental and he decided on a van. "We got a lot of shit to carry and two cars ain't gonna cut it." "Not a problem Bubba, I think you're probably right." We got back to the terminal and all of their gear was setting out on the tarmac. Bubba was right, they had a lot of shit. We loaded up both vehicles and still had to cram crap in. Bubba followed Earl and me back to my place. It was about an hour and a half and Earl and I got caught up on our lives since we had seen each other last. When we got home, Bubba asked where I wanted to store the plastik. He pointed to two crates and told me that was all plastik. Earl thought the cave would probably be the best site, so we put it back in the van and got as close as we could. Bubba picked up one crate while Earl and I struggled with the other one. We put it inside the cave, but back about 100 yards. Bubba kind of laughed when I told him what I was going to do with it. "Hell, you got enough to level this whole damn area in there." "Well, I didn't need that much, but I didn't specify to Earl how much I needed." We headed back up to the house and got everyone settled in and a beer in hand. We had decided on Steaks for supper but that was a bit away. Bubba asked about my plans for the house and I sort of filled him in. Earl pointed out that I needed to find someone that was not local to construct the portion of the house that would lead to the cave. Bubba asked if I had anyone in mind, and I told him I was not that familiar with this area, so I was really at a loss. He said he knew someone that would do it but I would need to provide him with a place to stay and enough booze. I just asked him what the guy drank. "Black Jack and beer. Don't matter much about the beer, but definitely Black Jack. He's with the engineers up at Wood. He can bring the equipment, probably a dozer and back hoe, down on a truck." I told him it would probably be a good idea to bring it in at night so the locals don't know what is going on. Not a problem, I was told and asked me when I wanted him. Well, I wasn't sure I was really ready yet, since I needed to do a lot of surveying and try to make sure where the cave actually is. Bubba told me he had about a week before he needed to get home, and we could get it all done and maybe even dig a test hole to make sure we were correct. I wasn't too sure about the test hole, but decided to take Bubba at his word. ------- Chapter 5: The House We grilled the steaks and finished about 1 1/2 cases of beer that night. The next morning, we had steak and eggs with lots of coffee. Then we dug out the surveying equipment. Bubba kind of took charge without any argument from me what so ever. I got out the map that I had made previous sketches on and showed him what I had. "Well, it's a start," he said and then set up the survey equipment. He set everything at the mouth of the cave and then took out his GPS device. This is not like you can buy at Radio Shack, this was one of the most sophisticated instruments I have ever seen. He drove a stake in and then had me show him the boundary survey stakes. He took readings and repositioned the cave entrance on the map. Then I walked a line of sight stake into the cave for him to sight. I got as far as I could go and he shot it and made some notations. He came to where I was, set up the transom and sent me farther into the cave. After about 2 hours, we had the cave completely mapped out. Then we came outside and drew an outline on the ground of the cave. My original estimation of where I thought the cave to be was about 20 yards off. We marked the precise edge of the big room of the cave and then laid out the boundary of the house. I had explained to him that I wanted a secret passageway from the house to the cave. Bubba figured we were about 20 feet above the ceiling of the cave and asked where the digging tools were. Of course I hadn't bought any so we had to make a trip into town. Well, a town which was about 30 miles away. We bought 10 more cases of Dos Equis, their entire stock, and what Bubba said we would need for digging. We also stopped at a grocery store and stocked up on steaks, potatoes, eggs, grits, and miscellaneous foodstuffs. When we got back, Bubba damn near broke the shovel trying to dig just a shallow hole. He sent Earl to get some plastik and I held the digging bar while he used the sledge to sink it in the ground. He placed the charges and drove his van up and used the battery to detonate them. We shoveled the hole out and set more charges. By 4 that afternoon, we had a 25-foot hole sunk that was big enough for the 3 of us to stand in and use tools. We dug sideways for about 4 feet and broke into the side of the cave. We were all elated and damn tired. We opened some beers and took turns in the shower. After dinner, Bubba made a phone call to his buddy up at Wood. After about 10 minutes, he agreed to bring the dozer and backhoe down. He figured it would take him about 2 days to dig what I had laid out. Bubba told him to make in about 2 weeks and then we could all do some fishing. They set the date and we sat back and enjoyed the day's work. The next day, all three of us opted for some fishing. We didn't catch a lot, but we drank beer and enjoyed the time on the lake. Bubba told us he was going to head out in the morning for home, but he would be back the day before his friend would arrive. We fixed up a big steak for each of us and had steak and fish and potatoes with a great amount of beer. Earl and I saw Bubba off the next morning and I drove Earl back to Springfield. He said he was going to look for a car and an apartment. I asked him if he wanted to buy my car because I needed a pickup. Of course the price came up and I told him I'd sell it to him for $200 less than they offered me for a trade in. That was agreed on and we stopped at a dealership. I have never been much on shopping, so in the space of about 30 minutes, I had bought and 4-passenger pickup with an 8-foot bed and 4-wheel drive and Earl had my car. Earl talked to the salesman and got some info about apartments in the Springfield area. I said good-bye and left Earl to find a place to live. About 10 days later, I got a call from Earl who said to expect him in about 2 hours. I told him the place hadn't moved and I'd be here. He was all settled in and furnished. He had even met a couple ladies. Earl stayed that night and the next day we got a call from Bubba telling us he was on his way. Bubba showed up in about 3 hours with his van loaded with items. The main thing was supplies to draw up a good plan for the house. We settled in with a good supply of beer and discussed what I wanted and the best plan to use. Bubba and Earl both came up with good ideas and before the night was done, we had a good rough sketch. The next morning we went fishing and got back about noon. There was a call on the machine from Bubba friend from Wood and Bubba called him back. Bubba gave him instructions on how to get here and told him to make sure it was a late night delivery. This was to be a secret construction and we didn't want the locals to know we were importing heavy machinery to do the job. His buddy wasn't familiar enough with the area so we picked a point to meet. Bubba told him to call when he got to a particular town and we would meet him at a junction. We spent the rest of the day finalizing the plans. They called for a 1-story building, with a basement that would be completely underground so it would only look like a slab of concrete where we were actually building the house. The basement would have 8-inch stress reinforced concrete wall and floor with a balanced, rotating door leading to the passageway to the cave. The house did not seem to be anything difficult for me, but I was concerned on how I was going to get that much concrete delivered without arousing suspicion. Bubba said we would build a chute to have the concrete dumped in and only the 3 of us would see where it was going. We would be able to set the forms, 2 steel "I" beams, and then put in the stress reinforcement ourselves. His buddy would help out with the beams by using the dozer to put them in place. We would then pour the ceiling/floor over the existing foundation and cover it up so it would look just like a concrete slab. About 10 PM we got a call from his buddy and we set off to meet him at the junction. He found us with no problem and followed us back to the house. We unloaded the equipment as soon as we got there and then parked the truck at the entrance so nobody could drive up. Bubba and his buddy, Joe Bob, got caught up and Earl and I listened in and kept everyone in beer and Black Jack. We were up at the crack of dawn and while I was fixing breakfast, Bubba gave Joe Bob a tour and filled him in on what we needed. Over breakfast, Joe Bob gave me a number to call to order the 2 beams and they would have it here by tomorrow, as long as I gave them his name. After 3 pots of coffee and another to take everyone out to the site, they got started while I made the phone call. Just as Joe Bob had said, they agreed to have it there tomorrow about 3 PM. They said they would set it for us, but I told them I wasn't sure we would be ready to set it. They told me they'd set it close, just let the driver know where I wanted it. I caught up with the guys but there wasn't much to do while Joe Bob was working the dozer. He already had quite a hole started. Bubba had set the survey stakes and was giving him directions from the ground. By mid afternoon, Joe Bob had the rough hole done and fired up the backhoe to dig the footings for the wall and trenches for the drain pipe to the septic tank. I was absolutely amazed at the progress and couldn't believe it. While Joe Bob was digging the footings, Bubba called me aside and we worked up a list of lumber and reinforcing rod we would need. Earl and I hopped in the pick up and headed over to the lumberyard. I put in the order but they didn't carry the reinforcing rod and I had to go to the concrete place to get it. The lumber would be delivered tomorrow. I gave them the order and they looked around and told me they didn't have enough stress rod to supply what I needed, but they could get it over to me in 2 days. I gave them instructions on how to get there and they remembered me from the pad I had poured. By the time we got back, Bubba and Joe Bob had all the digging done and were drinking beer. I gave them the news about the lumber and rod and Earl got us each a beer. Joe Bob thought it would be a great idea to do some fishing early in the morning and I was not about to argue with someone who had just done me an enormous favor. So we agreed that by break of day, we'd be on the lake. We returned to the dock about 9:30 with a good stringer of White Bass. Earl and Joe Bob stayed to clean them and Bubba and I headed for the house. As we topped the hill, we could hear a horn honking. We headed for Joe Bob's rig parked at the entrance of my property. The truck from the lumberyard was there. I apologized but they said they'd just got there. Bubba backed the truck up and had them dump the lumber just on the inside of the property. They were a bit confused but didn't seem to mind. As they left, Bubba pulled the rig back up to block the entrance. Joe Bob wrote out some info on a piece of paper and told me to take his truck and go to a particular place near Gainesville to pick this material up. It took me about 2 hours to get there and back but I arrived with a six foot section of concrete pipe that was round on one end and square on the other. It was 8 foot in diameter with a 6-foot square opening on the square end and a cover for it. I asked him what this was and what we were going to use it for. He told me it was for the passageway between the basement and the cave. He got the dozer fired up and I backed the truck into place. He hooked a piece of chain around the pipe and pulled it back to the edge of truck bed. Then he looped the chain through the pipe and picked it up with the dozer. He maneuvered it so the square section was hanging over the footer he had dug. Once he was satisfied, we disconnected the chain and set about making the pipe stable. He told us we'd build the forms around the square end and then when I framed the basement, I would have one section that opened up to reveal this opening. It sounded good to me. He also told me I would need to build a concrete door to cover the cave entrance, but he would be back to help me with that. I asked how I would get it open and was told it would pivot on a post and bearings, but I would need an electrical motor to operate it. He also told me that Wood was going to be getting rid of some large electrical generators and I would be buying one of them as a back up source of electricity. "Don't worry about the price, your bid will be about $200. But," he continued, "you will need to get a tank for diesel fuel to power it." With the lumber there, we all set to work on building the forms for the concrete. Joe Bob was in charge and Earl and I hauled lumber while Bubba and Joe Bob built the forms. We broke for lunch and grilled some hamburgers. By 4 PM, all but one wall of the forms was built. We broke for the day and headed back for beer and a shower. Joe Bob explained we couldn't build the last wall until we got gravel for the floor. I asked how we were going to get gravel without letting someone see the construction. Joe Bob said he would use his dump truck to haul the gravel, and we would need about 4 loads. I called the concrete company and handed the phone to Joe Bob and he told them what we would need and he would be over to pick it up tomorrow. With that taken care of, they sent me to the country store for some corn meal and honey so they could make some corn bread to have with the fish. Since that was only about 5 miles away, I headed out and was back in no time. Bubba took care of the cooking that night and it was truly a feast. The next morning we were up early and had breakfast and Joe Bob was on his way by 7 am. While he was gone, Bubba, Earl and I laid the pipe to the septic tank and capped it where it popped up in the basement. It took him about 90 minutes for each load of gravel and Bubba fired up his tractor with the back hoe but used the blade to spread the gravel and Joe Bob delivered it. About 3 PM the rod showed up. Bubba had them dump it by the lumber pile and we went back to finish the gravel. After we had the floor to Joe Bob's satisfaction, he and Bubba disappeared in the house. They came back and gave me the amount of concrete we would need. I guess my mouth dropped open, because Joe Bob sort of laughed. "This is a big project and it's gonna take that much." I told him there was no way I could order that amount without arousing suspicion. Bubba thought for a minute and agreed with me. But then came up with a solution. Tell them you're going to fill in an old cave you found so there will be no cave-ins. I thought about it and agreed that would probably satisfy their curiosity. I asked them when we should have it delivered. Joe Bob and Bubba did some figuring and said I should schedule the first part two days from now. I called the concrete company and placed the order. There was silence on the other end of the phone and then he finally asked what in the hell I was concreting that I needed that much. I told him I had found a cave and wanted to make sure it didn't collapse. That seemed to satisfy him and he told me he would have his trucks start delivering at 7:30 on the morning I requested. The next day, we spent building a moveable chute so we could keep the trucks out of sight of the pour. I had to drive back over to the lumberyard for more material but we had it done and the rod installed and stressed before we broke at 6:30 that evening. We had a beer and a shower and then more beer while we looked over our work. I was absolutely amazed we had dug the hole, built the forms, graveled the floor, set the rods and beams all in less than 5 days. After a large steak dinner we all settled down for an early and long day tomorrow. Right at 7:30, the first truck showed up. Bubba directed them to the chute and had them dump it. Earl and I used shovels to keep it moving down the chute while Joe Bob moved the chute around to get an even flow. In between pours, Earl and I were inside the basement, tapping the forms with hammers to get any bubbles out. It was late afternoon before the last truck left and we finished up for the day. Bubba and Joe Bob walked around and poked and prodded the top until they were satisfied with the job. Then we headed for the beer. We were all sweaty and hot and decided to head for the lake instead of the shower. I took some soap along and we swam and washed up and just had a good time. By the time we got back, everyone was starved. We each had 2 steaks that night and agreed that tomorrow would be nothing but fishing and drinking. And that is exactly what we did. We didn't catch a lot of fish, but enough for a big fry. We had drunk enough that we had trouble getting the pontoon back in the dock. Finally, we pulled it up to the dock and got out and muscled it in by hand, laughing all the time. When we got back, I had a call from the Corps. I sensibly waited until the next day to call him back. Evidently, word had got out about my large pour and about the cave. He wanted to know the location of the cave and I explained it to him. He asked if it led to the lake and I told him when I explored it, there had been a cave in and, as far as I could see, it was not near the lake. That seemed to satisfy him and I breathed a sigh of relief. Joe Bob asked who the honcho was I was talking to and I told him. He picked up the phone and called him back and had a conversation with him. By the time Joe Bob got through with him, he was evidently apologizing to Joe Bob. After he got off the phone, Joe Bob said, "that pencil pushing asshole wouldn't know which end of the pencil to use if somebody didn't show him. He shouldn't give you anymore problems, but if he does, call me and I'll handle it." We figured it would be another day before we could take the forms off and pour the floor, so we decided to fish the next day but with less beer. We took the forms off on Sunday and everything looked good, according to Bubba and Joe Bob. Joe Bob decided he wanted to see the job finished so he made a call to his C.O. and took another week off. With the forms off, we could set the marks for the floor. Joe Bob got his laser level and we marked off the level of the floor all around the walls. Then he got his electric grinder out and cut a groove all around the bottom of the walls. Then he used a hammer-drill to make holes for rod to fit in and anchor the floor to the wall and seal out any water. On Monday, I ordered the concrete for the floor and it was set to arrive the next morning. We had it poured, leveled, floated and smoothed by noontime. Then we set about building the forms for the ceiling/floor. I had to go to the lumberyard for some items we forgot and I picked up 10 more cases of Dos Equis and a case of Black Jack. Again, I took the entire stock of the liquor store for those two items. By the time I got back, most of the work was done. They had even built in the place for the hidden stairs and two out casts for the fireplaces. Bubba and Joe Bob spent the rest of the day back filling the dirt so it just looked like we were pouring a slab over an already poured footing. The next morning the concrete arrived and they were able to pull up next to the slab and dump it. I went around placing the J-bolts for the walls and we were done before noon. I had bought a long hose to keep it wet while it cured so I wouldn't have any crack in it. We headed for the lake and a swim and bath with an adequate amount of beer. That evening, we spent figuring the lumber we would need to put the frame up and I called it in the next morning. They delivered it the next day and we started on the outside shell of the house. Joe Bob dug trenches for the water lines and a gray water pit. With all of us working, we had the lines run by the end of the day and the trench covered up. I had ordered a compressor and a nail gun along with a supply of nails and the outside walls went up fairly quick. The inside walls were not that much of a problem but I knew the roof was going to be more difficult. Joe Bob gave me a number to call and what to order and I ordered some pre-fabricated tresses. They were delivered on Thursday and they set them on the wall as fast as we could nail them up. Joe Bob rigged up a sling and hoisted the plywood for the roof up with his backhoe and that job was done. Friday was spent fishing and drinking. We had to muscle the pontoon boat back in the stall since none of us was sober enough to do it under power. Saturday morning, we fished and Joe Bob said he would be leaving that night. We had a hell of a supper with fish and steak and then got him loaded up. I thanked him profusely and told him if he ever needed anything, just call. He told me he would be seeing me to do some fishing and not to let my stock of Black Jack dwindle down. Sunday, Bubba and Earl and myself took stock of what we had accomplished. I had a 120 x 60 house with a full basement put up. It wasn't finished but it wasn't that far away. Bubba gave wrote down instructions for some specific wiring and coaxial cable to be run when I wired the house. I asked him what all of that was for and was told that out here there was no chance to get cable TV and I would need a satellite. Also, I would need a hook up for the Internet and that would be done with a satellite uplink. He told me he would bring the dish and miscellaneous items in October after he retired. So that is the short version of where I live and the how I came by the house. ------- Chapter 6 After the girls left, Earl and I took a shower and then took the tractor and brush hog over to mow the airstrip. I had had a landing strip of asphalt put in along with the necessary items like a windsock and a hanger that would hold 3 two-engine planes, a hanger for my plane and strobe lights. About 4 PM, a plane buzzed the house and I knew it was Gary and he probably had Frank with him. Earl and I headed for the airstrip in my Hummer. Gary was just landing as we pulled up. They taxied back to the hanger where Earl and I were waiting. Gary, Frank and Bob got out of the plane. There were the usual greetings with insults flying all around. We got the plane in the hanger and headed back to the house for some beer and to find out what everyone had been up to. Around 6, Bubba buzzed from the gate and I opened it and turned off the mines. Dave was with him and there were greeting all around. About 7, Butch showed up and the team was complete. While everyone was swapping lies, I grilled steaks and we had a great arrival dinner. After dinner, with beers in hand, we sat down to go over Earl's problem. Earl laid out the scenario for everyone and then the questions started. Frank took the lead. "Earl, what do you think brought on this audit?" "Hell, I don't know." "Well, what had your activities been in the year before you got audited?" "Hell, I was just doin' what I usually do, my consulting work, chasin' women, drinkin', and trying to stay out of jail." "Earl," I interrupted, "didn't you testify about Clinton's health plan?" "Ya, I did that, but it was no biggie. I was just one of a whole parade of people that testified." "Now, we're getting somewhere," Frank stated. "You mean because I was opposed to that communist asshole taking over 1/7th of the GNP I was targeted for this shit?" "Well, it's possible. I haven't heard anything else that would trigger this amount of bullshit from the feds." Well, that really set Earl off. "That ignorant, communist, draft dodging mother fucker. Were the hell is Oswald when we really need him?" Earl ranted on for about 15 minutes before we could calm him down. By the end, he was going to shoot the Clinton's, all high-ranking officials of the IRS and most of Clinton's advisors. Frank finally got him calmed down and told me he would need to do some checking before we could pin things down. He asked me if I had a satellite up link, which I did. Then he asked which satellite. I referred him to Bubba and, of course, it was the wrong satellite. Bubba told him to calm down and give him the coordinates of his satellite and he would be getting things set up. Frank fished out the coordinates for Bubba and he went to the control panel and messed with it until he got things right. "Everything is all set, use the blue connector, it has a filter on it," Bubba told Frank. Frank pulled out his laptop and connected it to the uplink. Bubba sat right with him and asked questions. Frank was going into the IRS. "How the hell are you going to do that?" "Before I left the company, I made sure I had a back door into the government system that could not be traced." "Now that is what I call foresight," Bubba remarked. Frank booted up and went through a few different links and was soon in the IRS. "Earl, what's your social security number?" Earl gave it to him and within a minute, he had Earl's file on screen. He filtered through a bunch of pages until he found what he was looking for. Earl was peering over his shoulder by that time and he read the memo from an Assistant Director. "That mother fucker, how the hell did he get my name and why is he after me?" "I'd give odds that it has to do with your testifying," Frank told him. "Son of a bitch, who put him on to me?" "Well, it doesn't say, but I'd bet on the White House." By this time, Bubba was looking over Frank's shoulder again and said, "Snelling, I know that name. Is there anyway you can pull his personnel file up?" "Sure, give me a couple minutes." Frank went to work on the computer while we tried to calm Earl down. I finally packed some weed into a pipe for him and set him down to cool off. That seemed to work, somewhat, but not completely. Frank called Bubba over and this guy's file was on the screen. "Check his record before the IRS." Frank paged back and found his work record. It included a tour in the Quartermaster Corps from '66 to '74 with a year in 'Nam. "Damn, I thought I recognized that name. He was that damn straight leg accountant trying to bring the war in under budget. He seemed to get real upset when things turned up missing in a war zone. Who's his superior?" "The Director. He probably had to pull some political strings to get this kind of a job. He was hired in '78 on the 'hire the vets' program. Not much in his personnel file other than the usual evaluations for raises and promotions. He was office manager, district manager, special investigator and assistant regional manager until '93. In '93 he was promoted to AD. Wait, let's go through this guy's references. Ahhh, here we go, a letter from Schumer, one from Feinstein and a note from the personnel department saying that H.C. would really like to see this guy moved to the AD's position." "Well, that explains a lot," was Earl's comment. Frank backed out of that site and asked Ed what day he got his audit letter. "Well, let's see, I think I testified on the 2nd Tuesday of August in '93 and I got my audit letter the next Monday." "Do you remember the names of the folks who testified on that day?" "Naw, just their first names." "Ok, let me pull up the hearing record." After about 5 minutes, Frank had a list of everyone who had testified during the entire 2 weeks. "Now, let's see how the others were treated." He started pulling up IRS files of everyone who testified. It took a while longer since he didn't have their Social Security numbers. But finally, after about an hour he had a list. "This is real interesting. Thirty-Seven people testified during that 2-week period. Twenty-three of them have IRS audits. I'm betting the other 14 were not against the Health Plan." "Those MOTHER FUCKERS! How in the hell can they get by with that shit? Someone needs to off those two communist assholes." "Slow down Earl, we can't prove anything yet. Who are your major clients?" Frank did another search and sure enough, 4 out of 7 of Earl's major clients were being audited. "Man, these assholes got some balls," was Bubba's contribution. My question was, "What can we do with this information?" "Well, the press would love to have it, but it would all be just a 'coincidence' when it came time for an investigation," was Frank's retort. "What we need is more proof. Like getting someone on the inside to talk, which is probably impossible. Or getting our hands on the actual, hard copy, files. That could be done, but it probably wouldn't show anything concrete." Bubba asked, "where does this guy Snelling live?" "Probably somewhere around D.C., but I can find out. Just a minute." Frank backtracked and pulled up Snelling's personnel folder again. "He's in Fairfax, Virginia. Let's see, he is scheduled for vacation 3 weeks from now. He's going to be gone for 2 weeks. He is not married. Let's check his credit cards to see if he has bought any airline tickets." Frank went into a few databases and came up with a single round trip ticket to Hawaii, but flying back to Chicago 1 week later, arriving at 9:30 PM. "He's going to the Democratic Convention." Gary who had been silent up till now said, "I wonder how he would like to visit Arkansas?" I glanced up with a questioning look on my face and said, "What the hell would he want to come to Arkansas for?" "Well, he might not want to come, but I'm sure he could get here with or without his cooperation." "Umm, we talking about kidnapping here?" I asked. "You know any other way to get a big wig to make an unscheduled stop in Arkansas?" Now Frank was really interested. He shut down his computer and all of us zeroed in on what Gary had to say. "Well, I was thinking. What if we snatched him before he got on his flight to Hawaii? No one would miss him until the convention. We could hold him in the basement here. He wouldn't know where he was and if we keep masks on, he would never be able to identify any of us. We could do some serious interrogating and really get some vital information." Frank joined in, "Well, I'm sure we could get the info, but it wouldn't stand up in a court. How would we use it?" "Well, we could make a video of him and turn it over to the press. Or we could get him to sign a statement to what he said. It probably wouldn't hold up in court, but we're not looking to go to court. We're looking to blow this thing wide open so the entire country knows about it." I got up and brought more beers out and said, "I love it when we start getting a plan together." Frank, who had been thinking, brought up some points. "First, getting him here. Nobody has a plane with the tank capacity to fly from D.C. to here non stop." "Well, he wouldn't have to get out of the plane while it refueled, would he?" "No, but how do we keep him quiet during the flight and refueling?" "Bob, you still got hospital access to drugs?" "Yep, what would you need?" "Well, what would keep him quiet for 5 or 6 hours?" "Several sedatives, but we would need to know if he has any allergies, we don't want him dying on us before we get the info." "That's not a problem, I can pull up his service record and medical record to check for that," was Frank's comment. "Bob, can you get any of that 'truth serum'?" "Pentathol? I don't know, I've never looked for that." Frank said, "That stuff is not always reliable, but I guess it could work if he is not going to cooperate. If Bob can't get it, I can probably lay my hands on some." "How would we take him?" was Gary's question. "Frank said, well, he will probably take a cab to the airport. We can divert his phone call to us and I can get the use of a cab. Once he gets in, someone will have to sedate him and then we'll drive him to the general aviation airport and load him up. Then I'll return the cab and get back to fly along." "That will take you and Bob, since he can sedate him. But you two will have to be in disguise so he won't recognize you later on," Dave pointed out. "That's not a problem, I have an entire kit setting at home," Frank stated. "Dave, we will need you to follow and make sure we are not made by someone," Gary said. "Can do." "What will we need here," I asked. "You will need a hospital bed, heart and respiration monitors, oxygen and a regulator, and a good defibrillator set up. You already have a bathroom down stairs and there is no escape from there since there is no exit he would know about. Plus, we'll need someway to monitor him when we are not down there. Probably video cameras. Also, we'll need a quality video camera to take his statements on and a good editing device." Bob volunteered to get the hospital monitors and defibrillator. Bubba could get the video equipment and the bed. Bob brought up the fact that even though a person is sedated, he might be about to see and remember the place we take him so it would probably be a good idea to always use the cave to get him in and out. That way he would never be able to describe this place. He also put out the idea of transferring him to a gurney after he had been sedated and before we got to the airport. That way it would look like a medical flight. Gary then pointed out he would need to change the configuration of his plane to accommodate the gurney. But that would still leave enough room for everyone. Then Frank took the floor. "Before we go any farther, we need to get some things settled. First, do we really want to do this? Second, I am sure we can pull this off, but what is the end result going to be? So what if we get information like we are looking for, what are we going to do with it? How are we going to extract ourselves from this if something goes wrong? At what point do we have what we need and pull the plug? Or maybe better put, what is the actual result we are looking for? I think we are all agreed that we don't want anyone to die, but what if someone does? How are we going to dispose of the body? We need a list of materials, who is going to provide them, what are our communications systems going to be, remembering everything in D.C. is monitored. How are we going to get this guy to Chicago and get away without being noticed? I think that is a good start. I know other questions will come up later, but we need to get these things settled before we go much farther." I broke into everyone's concentration, "Look guy's, we've been at this for 5 hours and I know everyone need's some sleep. Why don't we sleep on this and come at it with some fresh minds in the morning." Frank said, "that's probably a good idea. It will let a lot of this sink in so we can all look at this idea from a rested prospective. We will all have time to think and come up with questions and answers." "Oh, before we do that, Bubba, switch the up link back to where it was just in case someone decides to beam things back. Just remember the coordinates." "Not a problem Frank, the up link is already in the memory of the positioner." "All right, see you guy's in the morning, Bubba is fixing breakfast, which means grits," I told them. A collective moan went up from our Yankee friends. ------- Chapter 7 Breakfast was a cardiologist's nightmare. Sausage, grits swimming in butter, eggs, biscuits, milk, juice and coffee. We all ate, even the Yankees, until we couldn't hold anymore. We took our 7th pot of coffee and adjourned to the study. Frank, who had sort of taken charge of organizing this whole thing, spoke up. "Ok, let's start with the question of 'what do we want to accomplish with this operation.' Earl, you first." "Well, I think I have several objectives. First, I'd like this whole vendetta against me, called off. Second, I'd like all of this brought out in the open. Third, I'd like the Clinton's out of office." "Ok, let's handle this in order. First, the vendetta can be called off, but not for a while. If we go ahead with this op, you will need to pay whatever they have assessed against you so when they start looking for perps, they won't look at you very hard. You will have to consider payment as a cost of doing business against the government. When they start looking for who would have a motive for this, they will look into his activities and immediately review all the files he had a hand in," Frank said. "Second, I sincerely doubt that this will ever be brought out to the general public. It would ruin the IRS and the ability for the government to collect taxes. Not that that would be a bad idea, but it just ain't gonna happen," he continued. "Third, Clinton is already facing impeachment, and from what I have been told by my contacts, there will probably be a trial, but not a conviction. They believe they can, at least, control Clinton, but they are afraid of Gore. And I mean deathly afraid of him. According to what I have been told, they have more than enough, more than they had on Nixon, to get rid of him. Starting with perjury, but they still won't. Adding a charge like this would probably push it over the edge, so they won't let it come out, for fear they would have to deal with Gore," Frank went on. "I think the best we can do is to gather the evidence and turn it over to some of my friends in high places and let them do things in the background. Probably, most of which will never be seen or heard of, except from the results and by feedback to me," Frank added. "Now with that in mind, what else would you hope to accomplish Earl?" Frank finished. "Can we at least get this asshole Snelling out?" "Oh ya, he will definitely be out and not allowed back in government, that I can guarantee," Frank stated. "Will the Clinton's be able to get anyone else to take his place and what about others they have in place?" Earl asked. "I am confident that all 'political influenced hires' will be immediately banned and his prior placements will be put out on the street. I realize that is not much, but it will help limit his influence," Frank replied. "Well, it sure ain't much, but I guess I'll have to settle for that," Earl stated. "So, with those limitations, you would vote to go ahead with the mission?" Frank asked. "Damn right, anything I can do to cause these shitheads pain, I'm all for it," Earl voted. "Well, that is one vote. Anyone have anything to add?" Frank continued. Bubba spoke up. "Well, I'm for it, but I wish there was someway we could at least leak some of this to the press." "You mean the press that has covered up almost everything else that they possibly can about Clinton?" Frank said. "Ya, them is the ones. Maybe they would be unable to swallow this shit." "Well, it ain't gonna happen, my friend. For all the reasons I have just mentioned," Frank stated. "Ok, well I vote to go ahead," Bubba said. Then Dave spoke up to Frank. "What are the possibilities of a 100% successful mission?" Frank answered, "I did a lot of thinking before I went to sleep last night and I believe we have a real good chance. I will have to say that, as covert captures and interrogation goes, this is a fairly easy. He ain't married, no one will probably miss him and if they do, there is no one to check with to find out what might have happened to him during that week. I think we only have two foreseeable problems. First, what if he doesn't call a cab? What if he calls a limo or a friend? If he calls a limo, whoever is answering the phone can tell him their limo's are all busy, but they can have a cab over there. But if a friend picks him up, we need a plan B to intercept him at the airport." Frank continued, "the other problem is how do we dump him in Chicago? You can't just dump him someplace without leaving some tracks. And having someone check into his room for him and then dumping him is not an option. We don't know who might be waiting for him there. So, how do we get rid of him in Chicago? Any ideas?" "Well, I've been to Chicago a lot", Bubba said. "The taxi drivers up there are not all that reputable. I'm thinking we keep him doped up so he looks like he's drunk and put him in a cab and send him off to his hotel. It would be fairly easy to be invisible outside the terminal. Most security cameras are inside. I think you indicated his flight would arrive at night, so almost any disguise could shield us." "You have to remember, this is the scene of the Democratic National Convention. There is going to be a lot of extra security around. I don't think that is an option." Frank stated. "What about coming into a General Aviation airport, not O'Hare or Midway? Then transferring him to a cab." Butch injected. "Now that might work, but do we want a record of one of our planes arriving in, or around, Chicago when we know an investigation is going to happen?" Gary injected, "I can fly from here to Chicago and back without refueling, what about changing the numbers on the plane, not filing a flight plan, landing and putting him into a wheelchair, then putting him into a cab and leaving. We'd use the fake plane numbers, which would eliminate any records of us. If they keep radar records of flight instructions, I can come in from the east and depart to the east until I clear their radar." "Or, you could land at a non radar sight, east of the takeoff point and refuel, using cash. By the time you refuel, the radar will not be looking for you and you can fly back here." Bubba said. "That is a possibility," Frank stated as he made a note. "But, you'll have to land at night and we don't have runway lights." "I've been meaning to put some in." "No, we need temporary, removable lights. That way, if they come to check here, there will not be a possibility of a night landing," Frank brought out. "Well, I could get some portable halogen construction lights. They would do the job and could be stored in the cave until I do actually install lights." "That will work, plus they won't need to be turned on until he is on approach." Frank noted. Frank turned to me and said, "Am I to assume that you vote yes?" "Yep, I would like to see these assholes impeached, but I know that can't happen. But, at least, they will know that someone has found them out and stalemated them. Besides, I'm getting a little bored." A chuckle went up with that last statement. "Ok, we've got 3 yes votes. I will make it number 4. But, anyone that doesn't want in on this should not be worried that we will think less of him. This plan doesn't work that way," Frank brought up. Everyone nodded their agreement on that point. "Ok Gary, what about you?" "Count me in, I'm getting kind of bored, too." "Bob?" "Yeppers, I'm in. I hate that draft dodging motherfucker. Is there anyway we could put some blame on Hanoi Jane, too and see that it gets public?" Now that got a big laugh from everyone. No one liked Jane Fonda that had anything to do with what we all went through in 'Nam. "Ok, you're next, Dave." "Put me down for yes, too. You fuck ups need someone from Recon to keep your ass out of the shit." "Butch, what about your thoughts?" "Hell, I'm in. Anything to get the blood pumping again. I'm so bored with recommending systems and weapons and no one listening to me. I need to see if I'm still alive." Bubba said, with a grin, "Well Butch, what's it going to be. Are you in? Your lips move but I can't hear you." "Fuck you, swamp rat." Everyone laughed and I got up to get everyone a beer. The coffee had long since disappeared and we needed something wet. ------- Chapter 8 I passed the beer around and we got into some serious discussions. The first thing was to put someone in charge. We all decided that Frank should be the C.O., with Gary as 2nd in command. Both of them had experience in dealing with hostages and knew the ins and outs. We were going to need 5 people in D.C. for the take down and transfer. Frank would rig his telephone and Snelling's so he could intercept the call to the cab company. He was also going to bug his phone for about a week to monitor any phone calls to see if we were at risk from something unforeseen. He would also drive the cab. Bob was going to be an "extra passenger" who would administer the sedative. Butch was going to drive the ambulance and Dave was going to be the scout to make sure we were not followed or detected. Frank could supply the cab and ambulance and Bob would supply the drugs and gurney. The medical monitors would be on the plane and he would be hooked up as soon as he was loaded to make sure there were no mishaps. Gary would be our pilot. He would be in charge of disguising the plane with phony numbers and delivering everyone. He made a suggestion that we not use Dulles, but use a General Aviation facility that did not have heavy traffic. Seeing that it was a weekend, there would be enough civilian traffic that they wouldn't stand out by themselves, but not heavy enough to attract authorities. After the captive was delivered to the plane, the ambulance would be returned to a repair facility, which "lent" it to Frank, the cab would be returned to the garage that "lent" it to us and Dave would pick up Frank and Butch and bring them to the plane. Since they would need time to get back to the plane and sitting on the runway with a patient would be suspicious, they decided to take off and then land at another airport. That way, they could file a flight plan with the first airport. The second airport would just assume that a flight plan was filed elsewhere and not worry about it. Bubba was going to supply us with new cell phones and hook-ups that would be trashed after the operation. He would also install a scrambling device on each so there would be no translatable interception. Immediately after transfer to the ambulance, he would be stripped and his clothes would be discarded. His brief case, cell phone and anything else electronic would be discarded, except for his laptop. That would be put into a lead lined case and brought here. We did not want any chance of any electronic signaling device being around. His luggage would be scanned for any device because it would be necessary to have that for him to use in Chicago and we would need clothes to put on him for his delivery to Chicago. Frank went back on his link and found the hotel Snelling was staying at in Hawaii. Somehow, he got into that hotel's computer and got a list of reservations and their computer card number for the week he would be there. "Now, let's do a bit of detective work." He ran a trace on everyone, listed and then tried to tie them to Snelling. After about two hours he told us it didn't appear that he was meeting anyone. None of their telephone numbers appeared on Snelling's telephone bill. "Well, since he only paid for his ticket, he isn't taking anyone either." Bubba said. Frank turned to Bubba, Earl and myself. "You three will need to be busy around here. You need to have the video set up so there is no place in the basement that is not covered. We also need a high quality camera for the video record we are going to make of his confession. Also, we need several copies of that tape. Bubba stated, "I've got a state of the art video editing set-up and could reproduce as many tapes as you might need. The editing machine also has an audio enhancing feature in case the recording was not as good as we want. That way we won't have to get him to repeat it. Gary said, "I have noticed a lot of crows around here. Now I know there are crows all over the place, but mostly in the Midwest. If we want to disguise our location, we need to eliminate that noise." I told him "I didn't think they could be heard downstairs, but we could check." "Well, he needs to hear some kind of noise. I know he will be trying to identify where he is." Frank looked at Bubba. "Could you rig up a sound system to play continuous noise of some kind?" "Sure, no problem. What kind of noise?" "How about we have harbor sounds?" Gary put in. "If he thinks he is around some port, it would help rule the Midwest out." "Well, I have several contacts that will provide any kind of tapes you can think of. The problem is, we will be here for 6 days and that is a lot of tapes." "How long do the tapes run?" Gary asked. "Some of them will run for about 6 hours, so it would take 3 to make up a full day. We don't want them repeating any identifiable sounds." Bob spoke up, "he will be pretty well drugged, so we could use tapes over if we had about 12 of them. He shouldn't be able to recognize things that happened 2 days ago." "I can get that many," Bubba said. "They come with a 'script' that should tell us any specific sounds on a particular tape. So if we have certain items that could be recognized as being out of place, we can be alert for that." "As long as we are pretending to be at a sea port, why not let him hear the coordinates of the airport we are going to fly to?" Frank brought up. "Won't he be 'out' and unable to hear something like that?" Gary asked. "Well as long as we are on the subject," Bob injected, "we might as well go over the drug thing. I would like to use Seconal or Nembutal. Those are the most manageable and I can easily get my hands on them. They will keep him in a drugged state, but probably not completely out of it. He would be able to hear things, but not able to respond physically. They are normally used as pre-anesthetic and hypnotic aids. All of this is subject to his medical profile, of course." "How long will they take to react?" Gary asked. "Probably about 5 minutes." "Wow, that is a long time to be wrestling with him in the back seat. Isn't there anything that will act faster?" Frank put out. "Not really. This is not like the movies. If you want him to die, it would still take about 90 seconds. Since I'll be the one in the back seat with him, I'm pretty sure I can handle him. The more he struggles, the faster the drug will take effect. As far as I know, there is no 'instant knockout' drug." Dave brought up, "How are you going to keep people from seeing him struggle while you are waiting for the drug to take effect?" Frank stated, "The cab will have darkened windows, so no one will be able to see inside." "Ok," Dave said. "Once we get him subdued, we will take him to a location and transfer him to the ambulance. Then I will return the cab to the garage, and drive my car back to the ambulance and change clothes to look like a medical technician. From there, we will proceed to the airport and transfer him to the plane. Then, we will go back to my car and I will follow the ambulance back to the garage and Bob, Butch, Dave and I will drive to my house and take a cab to the second airport." "You can't leave him in the plane with just Gary. He has to fly and there needs to be someone to monitor and restrain him," I said. "Good thinkin', we'll leave Dave and Bob with Gary and Butch and I will take care of the rest," Frank said. "Won't takin' a cab leave a paper trail of you going to an airport?" Bubba asked. "Nope, a good tip will erase any record of that trip. The cabby will not even put the meter on and will just pocket the money." "What time is he scheduled to take off for Hawaii?" Dave asked. "His plane is scheduled to depart Dulles at 2:50 PM. That means he will probably be leaving his house about 1:00. That will give him time to get checked in and have a drink or two before take off." Frank told us. "I'd like to make a suggestion here," I put in. "Instead of one plane, why not have Dave, Bob, Gary and the asshole in the main plane, and Frank and Butch take Frank's plane out here. That way, you two can be in place when he gets here. Plus, we won't be bunched up when we leave." "Good thinking," Frank said. "It would be pretty crowded in Gary's plane with the gurney and all of us. The second plane will give us some breathing room. Gary can take off and head south before veering west. Then Bob and I can take off and head north before turning west. I think that'll work." "Let's see, if we pick him up at 1:00, it will probably be 2:00 before we get him to the plane. That should put a departure time of 3:45 to 4:00. That is 3 o'clock this time. 5 hours of flight time will make it about 8:00 when you get here. It will still be light." I pointed out. "You are forgetting a refueling stop, probably between Nashville and Memphis." Gary said. "That will take up at least 45 minutes. Plus we can delay our arrival until it is dark. Flying in circles is not a problem." "Ya, especially for you. I remember you trying to find this place the first time." Earl laughed. "Ya, ya, I hear ya. But at least I made a landing on my wheels, not my belly like you did in Laos." Now everyone was starting to loosen up some. The joking continued while I got us more beer. Everyone agreed on steaks for supper, so I went out and started the fire. ------- Chapter 9 There was more planning that evening, but mostly just details of what we had worked out. We split into two groups and basically worked out what we each needed to do. Bubba had to return home to get the things he needed to provide and Earl and myself plotted out what we needed. Earl and I were going to put lights in the cave and construct a walkway out of plywood so the gurney could be rolled without much problem. We also needed to disguise the part of the basement he would be kept in so he couldn't give an accurate description about anything upon his release. We needed it to look like a hospital room or a room in a sanitarium. We were going to put up a series of partitions and paint them to resemble something medical. Bubba knew where he could put his hands on a door that would look like a door that would normally be seen in a hospital. We would also put in some fake outlets for emergency power. Plus oxygen and nitrous oxide valves, with the proper color-coding. Bubba said he would have some IV stands and shelves for the various monitors to set on. He was also supplying the hospital bed we would need. He could get anything it seemed. And if he couldn't get it, then nobody needed it. "Bubba, not that I'm paranoid or anything, but if we give them tapes out, won't we need to disguise our voices on them to prevent any voice prints bein' done?" I asked. "Good thinkin'. I can do that when we edit the tapes. They won't be able to reverse edit it out when they try to do a print either." "Good, that way we won't have to disguise our voices when we're questionin' him," Earl said. "Earl, you and me need to put in some electrical circuits around the runway too. We'll need them to plug the lights into." "You'll probably need at least three separate circuits," Bubba said. "Them things draw a lot of juice. Probably 6 or 7 is all you can put on a 20 amp circuit." "I figure we can load the gurney in the back of the Hummer to drive to the cave. It's better than a pickup with a shell on it," I brought out. "Ya, that'd work," Earl said. "He don't need any comfort. We just need to get him in the cave and then we've got everything covered." "As long as ya'all are puttin' down plywood to roll the gurney on, why don't you put up walls too? That way he won't know it's a cave," Bubba put on the table. "Ya, then we could just install the lights in the ceiling and it'd look like a regular hallway in a hospital," I came back with. "If we're gonna be a hospital, what about havin' a loudspeaker pagin' doctors?" Earl brought up. "Good thinkin', Earl. I can put that in the tapes and it'll just play automatically," Bubba replied. It was getting close to lunch and our group was pretty well wrapped up with our planning. I fired up the grill and slapped some burgers on. I figured two a piece would hold us until supper. Everyone except Earl would be pulling out tonight and I had some really thick steaks for that meal. Since Gary was the only one that was piloting a plane, I got the rest of us a beer to go with our burgers. Gary had to settle for a coke. A good pilot never drinks within 24 hours of flying. It fucks up the senses too bad. We ate and traded insults during the whole meal. There was always a rivalry between the services, but it was good-natured with us. We had all depended on each other at one time or another. After lunch we came back into one group and tried to finalize some of our plans. I told the other group what we had planned for the cave and basement. They seemed to agree and liked the subtle touches of making it look like a hospital, along with the inclusion of the paging in the tapes. Their group had changed their plans somewhat. Instead of just fighting with Snelling in the back seat of the cab, they were going to plan a robbery of the cab and subdue him at gunpoint. Once he was restrained and in handcuffs, they would inject the drugs and wait for them to render him unconscious. After that, they would transfer him to the ambulance. The robbery would take place a couple blocks from his residence and would be made to look like the cab driver was giving assistance to someone when the robbery was initiated. The rest of the plan was pretty much the same. Frank and Butch would fly down in Frank's plane and arrive before Gary brought the rest of the crew and the asshole in. They were going to make sure he was pretty much out of it by the time they landed and we transferred him to the basement. Bubba was going to have our scrambled cell phones ready by next weekend. He would bring mine and Earl's up here, but would Fed Ex the others to the rest of them. He would also bring all the video and sound equipment up with him and get that all set up. On the next trip, he would bring the hospital stuff up and we would get that all in place. Frank emphasized to Earl that he had to get the IRS paid on Monday and get a receipt from them. Earl said he would make a trip to the Springfield office and write them a check first thing Monday morning. After that, he would be back down so we could start working on the conversion of things around here. Frank thought it would be a good idea if he bought the halogen construction lights up in Springfield so there was no record of me purchasing them down here. He told Earl to pay cash for them and not to write a check or charge them. Bubba thought it would be a good idea not to buy them all at the same store. We all agreed on that point too. We all agreed that there would be no more contact, except by the scrambled cell phones, during the next two weeks. Bubba said that he would drive to Little Rock to Fed Ex everything so there would be no record close to where he lived. We discussed everything we could think of until it was time to put the steaks on. We had a great dinner, well for men anyway, with steaks, potatoes, and some fresh corn on the cob. By the time we turned in for bed, we had things pretty well set in our minds of what needed to be done. Everyone kept trying to think of any problems that might crop up. Frank pulled up the asshole's military record to get his medical file and then pulled up his personnel file from the IRS to check if there had been any changes. He gave that to Bob and he put it with his stuff to check for any problems that might arise in sedating him. Bubba fixed breakfast again on Sunday and we sat around and drank our coffee as we finalized things for the upcoming operation. Everyone except Bubba and Earl departed about 11 that morning. Us three did a lot of measuring for the materials we were going to need to convert the cave and the basement into a hospital setting. Bubba left about 2 that afternoon and Earl went home shortly after that. I was finally able to just sit back and relax. I love all them guys, but it's nice to be alone sometimes too. I guess we all need our space from time to time. ------- Chapter 10 I set about cleaning up the mess we had left and getting rid of the trash and beer bottles. I tried to think of anything we might have forgotten in this plan. If we fucked up, then we'd all be spending a lot of time in jail. I didn't relish that thought at all. I spent the rest of the evening going over everything in my mind and trying to think of scenarios that could mess us up. The only one I could think of was that he would recognize one of us or escape before he was sedated. Everything else was pretty secure. In an effort to get that off my mind, I drew up plans for the landing lights and the cave entrance. I had enough free circuits at the landing field to accommodate all the lights we wanted to put up. I figured we'd run one inch PVC pipe from the hanger to the runway. We could run five 12-2 grounded romex and then branch off in each direction with smaller pipe and put in receptacles along the way to plug the lights into. Once we were done with the operation, I could just unplug the lights and store them in the hanger until I decided to put them in permanently. I wasn't as sure about the cave. I didn't know if I wanted to keep the hallway as a permanent fixture or not. It was not like I used it all the time and it really didn't need to have plywood walls, but the lighting would be nice to have. I had the power door on it to keep anyone out, but why would I need a plywood hallway in there. Well, we'd just put it up with screws and it would be easy to disassemble later on. I could use the plywood in the basement to finish the walls down there. The bathroom was finished, but most of the basement was just that, a basement with concrete walls. It was getting late and I opted for some sleep in hopes of trying to clear my mind. I closed things down and had a Dos Equis and watched the news. They had a segment about the upcoming Democratic Convention and all the security that was in place for it. With a little luck, we'd have an internal surprise for them during the their celebration. I had a fitful nights sleep. I tossed and turned most of the night with thoughts of the mission running through my head. When I woke up, I wasn't rested at all. I got up and got moving and planned my day. I wanted to split the order for wood into 3 parts so no one would get suspicious about what I was buying. Plus, I couldn't carry it all in one trip. I headed for Hollister, about 50 miles away. I got the first load of plywood there, along with a nail gun for my compressor and a power painter. I also got the PVC pipe and fittings and 1,500 foot of wire for the landing lights and the necessary outdoor receptacle boxes. Then, on the way back, I stopped at a rental place and rented a walk behind trencher to dig the trench for the PVC. In this soil down here, using a shovel is just stupid. The trencher would save us probably two days work. When I got back, I dropped the trencher, wire and PVC at the landing strip and then headed for the mouth of the cave to drop the plywood there. By the time I got to the house, I had about an hour to relax until Earl buzzed from the entrance. I opened the gate and turned off the mines and waited for him. He was fit to be tied when he pulled up. He had paid the IRS and was not the least bit happy about it. They had charged him another $314 in penalties and interest to pay off his debt. He was ready to go to war with them. I got us a beer and tried to calm him down some. I finally got him to the point where he was only going to castrate Snelling instead of the entire IRS and White House and I settled for that level as a good job. I showed him the stuff I had bought and we unloaded the 30-halogen lights he had bought for landing lights. We figured we should start there and get that out of the way while we had good weather. I fired up the trencher and began cutting the ditch. I cut one trench from the hanger to the runway and then one in each direction from that main trench. It took us the better part of 3 hours just to get the trenches all dug. We started at the runway with the wire and PVC. Fishing five 12-2 grounded cable through PVC is not a picnic. One or more of the cables would always get kinked as it came off the roll and we would need to stop and straighten things out. The one good thing was we didn't need to glue the joints on the PVC, so if we did have to take it apart, it wouldn't be that much of a job. We pulled through enough to get the circuit box and leave room to connect it. Then we had to put the five wires through a Tee. Two from one side and three from the other. That was a problem that I didn't anticipate. The only way to get it in the tee was to string all the wire out and start at one end with three cables and then start pulling the other two through the other side. We got part of it done and said screw it for today. It was after 6 and we were hungry. I put the trencher in the hanger and we headed for the house. We had supper and some beer and swapped lies until it was time to go to bed. I did sleep better that night and we got a fresh start the next morning after breakfast and coffee. We got ourselves moving and got dressed for the day's work. Starting fresh, we had a fresh approach. We figured where each receptacle should go so it could take two lights. That place got a tee and we cut the one cable for there and left enough to hook up the receptacle. Once we got all of that laid out, we started at the far end and began pulling the cable through the PVC. It was pretty straight forward, but it just took a lot of patience and work to get it all done. After we got both ends of the runway done, we started hooking up the receptacles. That is not a hard job, but it is time consuming. I started at one end and Earl started at the other. We took a break for lunch after we had them hooked up. After lunch, I hooked the circuits to the breakers and we got the lights put out on the runway and plugged in. We did a check on them and all were working. But the really good thing was, none of the breakers tripped. We had a good spacing on the lights and we would check it out tonight to see what kind of coverage it gave to the runway. We just left them where they were and headed for the house. I got us a beer and fired up the grill for some steaks. Earl went in to take a shower while we were waiting for the grill to heat up. When he came back, I put the steaks on while he nuked a couple potatoes to cut the grease some. The meal was good and we were starved. The work we did wasn't hard, but mentally draining and that can work up an appetite just as much as physical labor. After we ate, I took a shower and we sipped another beer until it started getting dark. We drove over to the landing strip and I turned on all the lights. We had to make a couple of adjustments, but the strip looked like it was daylight out. There shouldn't be any problems in landing with them on. We unplugged all the lights and put them back in the hanger and returned to watch a pre-season football game on TV. We sipped beer and just enjoyed the football game. Even though it was pre-season, it was good playing. We got to see some of the newer players that would be stars in the future. After the game, we called it a night and headed to bed. The next morning, after breakfast, we decided to start on the cave. I opened the door and we started taking measurements. The eight by eight foot hallway would not be a problem for the size of the cave, but it became quickly apparent we would need to have something to fasten the hallway to. We couldn't just have a floating eight by eight structure. We went back to the house and were considering our options when someone from the gate buzzed. I clicked on the camera and saw it was Bubba. I opened the gate and turned off the mines. He pulled up with a pickup full of things for the basement to convert it to a hospital room. We helped him unload everything and got it in the basement. He gave us our new scrambled phones and we told him about the runway lights. Then we told him about our quandary with the cave and the hallway. He wanted to see what we were talking about and we all headed to the cave. I explained the problem and he understood quickly. "Why don't you pour some footings every four feet and mount the base to them? That will secure the bottom. Then build your walls and use a 2x4 on each side of the ceiling joist to butt up against the cave walls. There is no pressure on them, but it will keep the whole thing from moving." He showed us what he was talking about and then we decided that maybe it would be better to use footings every two feet so the floor of the hallway wouldn't sag when we walked on it. He said he didn't need to be back home until Monday, so he could stay and help us. We quickly accepted the offer and got him settled in and then took a lunch break. After lunch, we returned to the cave and started making notes and taking measurements. We didn't want to have the concrete delivered, since they would wonder how the cave got opened from all the concrete we supposedly had poured in it to seal it up. So we would need to mix it ourselves. We figured about 80 bags of premix should get the job done. I hopped in my pickup and left them to the planning of things. I headed over to Theodosia to pick up the premix and treated lumber for the base. My first stop was at an auction house over there. An older couple ran it and were always glad to have someone stop in to chat and look things over. After about a half an hour of chatting and looking, I found exactly what I was looking for. An electric cement mixer on wheels. We did some dickering and I picked it up for $75. He helped me load it in the pickup and I headed for the lumberyard. I got 40 bags of premix and about half of the treated lumber I needed. They loaded it on the pickup and I headed home. Bubba and Earl had started digging the footings as I pulled up with the load. Bubba looked at me and told me this was not near enough. I told him I was spreading my purchases out so I didn't arouse suspicions about what I was doing. He agreed with my philosophy. I also told him we had the trencher over at the hanger and it would probably be easier to use that than to try to dig everything by hand. Once we got every thing unloaded, they went to get the trencher and I headed over to Hollister for my next load. I got the balance of the premix and lumber over there and a bunch of J bolts to sink in the footers to secure the base of the hallway to. By the time I returned, Earl and Bubba had all the footings dug and it was getting close to dinnertime. I suggested we call it quits until tomorrow and fix some steaks. That was agreed to and we secured everything for the night. Dinner was great and we sipped on some Dos Equis and BS'd until we were tired enough to crash. It didn't look like we had done a whole lot that day, but we had set the stage for getting a lot done tomorrow. Bubba was our breakfast chef. Sausage, eggs, grits, canned biscuits, and lots of coffee. After we finished our fourth pot of coffee, we began our work. I ran an extension cord to power the mixer and a hose to get the water we needed. We began mixing the concrete and pouring the footers. Bubba had made some additions to our plans. He had put a footer completely across the entrance of the cave, on both ends to give us better support. We worked until our lunch break and it looked like we were going to run out of premix. So after lunch, I headed out to get more premix. Bubba also told me to get some 4x4's for the uprights to give it more stability. This time I headed for Gainesville so the folks at Theodosia wouldn't be asking too many questions. I told the folks at Gainesville I was improving my boat dock and building a deck to account for all the lumber and cement I was buying. By the time I returned, Bubba and Earl had most of the footings poured. I got there just in time to supply them with more premix. We got things unloaded and worked to finish the footings today. I washed out the mixer good to keep any cement from sticking to the insides and messing up my next project. Once that was accomplished, we broke for the day. I started the charcoal and then got us a beer and we sat on the porch and chatted while the fire burned down. After dinner, we shot the shit some more and just had a good time until we crashed. After our southern breakfast that Bubba fixed and our fourth pot of coffee, we began building the frame. We laid out the 2x6's and marked them to drill holes for the J bolts. After they were drilled, we temporarily set them in place and marked them for the 4x4's for the wall. I got the compressor and the nail gun I was dying to use and we nailed them together. Then we used 2x4's for the ceiling and nailed them on. We set them in place as we finished them and bolted them to the footings. It took us until lunchtime to get half way through with that. We broke for lunch and a beer and then returned to work. Once we had all the frames up, I got the two big levels and we made sure everything was plumb. I got on the stepladder and positioned two 2x4's on either side of the ceiling joist so they were pressed against the wall of the cave. Once I was told everything was plumb on the sides, I nailed them to the ceiling joists and we had a rigid frame in place to accept the plywood. We almost got through with that chore before dinnertime. I suggested that we splurge tonight and go out for supper. We all took a shower so we wouldn't drive the rest of the patrons out on our arrival. I fired up the hummer and we headed for town. I took us to the Mug in Forsyth and we all had their steak sandwich, upon my suggestion to what was good to eat. Bubba finished his and ordered a second one to curb his appetite. By the time we returned home, it was close to 11, so we just called it a day. Bubba woke us with his breakfast and coffee. In spite of the amount of food we were eating, we weren't gaining any weight. It was hot out and we were working it off. We finished up the chore of putting all the braces against the cave walls. Next, we started running a circuit for the lights from the breaker box in the basement with a 3-way switch. I just ran the wire and made a loop at the place for each light and would cut and hook it up later. Then, we started putting up the ceiling. It took two people to hold the plywood up while the other used the screw gun to secure it in place. We worked until lunch on just the ceiling and still didn't have it done. After lunch, we finished that off and started on the walls. That went quite a bit faster and we had that done before dinnertime. We cleaned up and I took them to a little Mexican restaurant over in Theodosia. You wouldn't think a small town like that would have good Mexican food, but it was owned by a couple who had immigrated from Mexico and the food is out of this world, if you like real Mexican food. We all do and we stuffed ourselves. ------- Chapter 11 After a good nights sleep and a good breakfast, we put the floor down and the hallway was finished, except for painting it and putting in the lights. Since Bubba was the electrical genius, I got him to hook up the 3-way switch while I hooked the lights up. It didn't take that long and we had lights in the hallway. Now all I had to do was to paint it. We turned our attention to the hospital room where we would keep the asshole. It needed to include the bathroom, so we started our planning around that. We extended the hall about 6 feet inside the basement and then laid out where we wanted the door. We planned a 16x16 foot room plus the bathroom. We laid everything out and then built each wall on the floor. Once we finished the wall, we stood it up and I used a.22 cal. nail gun to attach it to the floor and wall. Once we got all three walls done, we hung the door and it was basically roughed in. It was past lunch so we took a break to grab a quick bite and then went back to building. I needed some drywall and suspended ceiling to complete the look of a hospital room. I left Bubba and Earl to do the electrical work and I headed to Theodosia to pick up some drywall and the suspended ceiling. By the time I returned, they had their chore done. We unloaded everything and called it a day. We showered and headed for Forsyth for dinner. We went to the Mug for steak sandwiches and this time Bubba just ordered two to begin with. We had a couple beers and then headed home and made plans during the drive. Bubba fixed breakfast again and then we finished the walls on the room. We only put the drywall on the inside because I would probably take everything down after the operation was over. I was going to finish the basement, but not in that manner. I didn't mud the walls, but just put some wide masking tape over the joints and I got out the power sprayer and put on a coat of off-white paint. We broke for lunch and then we began to install all the electrical equipment that Bubba had brought with him. He had the cameras mounted in a way that we could see every inch of the room and we put a microphone by the bed and one with each camera. We ran all the cables back to a mixer board and into a bank of VCR's. Then we set up Bubba's dubbing mixer and tried out everything to get a good sound level on all the microphones. While Bubba fussed with that, Earl and I put in the phony plates for all the hospital equipment. Once that was done, we mounted speakers around to run the sound from the tapes that Bubba was going to bring. We set up his reel-to-reel tape deck and ran the wires to the speakers. We broke early and headed to Yellville for some good barbecue. We had to make it back before it turned dark so we could take the ferry over. Otherwise, we'd need to drive about 80 miles around the lake to get home. It was a good meal, but that part of Arkansas is dry, so we couldn't have any beer with our barbecue. That is almost a sin in our book. You just have to have beer with barbecue. We got back to the ferry crossing with about 5 minutes to spare before the last crossing of the day. After breakfast the next morning, I put a second coat of paint on everything and we fiddled with the other appointments to make sure everything looked all right. That took us until lunchtime and we took a break for that. In the afternoon, we got the suspended ceiling hung and in place. For all intents and purposes, this looked and felt like a hospital room. We strategically placed all the obvious equipment like the IV stands and a TV mount on the wall. We put an old TV on it, but didn't hook it up. It was just for appearance sake. We inspected everything at least twice to make sure it was all in place. Then we began the chore of putting things away. We had seven bags of premix concrete left over and Bubba suggested that we pour little pads for the lights to set on next to the landing strip. We piled the cement mixer, premix, two shovels, a pick, extension cord, a hose and a trowel in the pickup and headed for the strip. Earl and Bubba started digging the holes for the pads and I ran the hose from the hanger and mixed up the concrete. It only took two bags and we had all the pads poured for the lights to set on. We cleaned everything up and put the tools away and then headed for a shower. We decided on the Mexican restaurant for the meal that night and we all ate way too much. After we got back home, I broke out some Dos Equis and Bubba called Frank on the new scrambled phone. He put the transmission on a speakerphone so we all could hear and talk. He told him we had our end complete and inquired as to what was happening on that end. Frank told us that he had the phone rigged and, so far, everything was going according to plan. There really wouldn't be anyway to tell until Saturday morning when he called for a ride. Everything else was in place and ready to go. Bob has all the supplies we're going to need and the rest is just a waiting game. "Ok, I'll be back up here on Thursday evening. Let's plan on a conference about twenty hundred, your time and we'll run a final check on things," Bubba said. "Ok, I'll have the guys over here on Thursday and we'll do our final check and make sure we haven't forgotten anything. I got my Fed Ex yesterday, so I am assuming that the others got theirs too. So far, we're looking good," Frank replied. We terminated the call and BS'd until it was bedtime. Bubba was leaving tomorrow and Earl was going back to Springfield to tie up any loosed ends so he could be gone for a week without attracting any attention. Bubba got us up with his breakfast and we ate and discussed things until about 10 when they both pulled out and headed home. After they left, I did some work that would actually earn me some money. I cleaned up a couple web sites that I maintained for some customers and put some new content on for another. With the government's money, I had taken some classes about computer theory when I left the service and had gotten pretty good at web site design. I had a fairly good list of customers. It had taken a lot of work to get them set up, but now it was just maintenance and putting on new content for them. It paid fairly good and kept me in beer and gave me a valid income where I could hide some assets I sold when I needed to. It was about 3 or so when the buzzer went off from the gate. I turned the camera on and saw two pairs of tits staring at me. "Those are real pretty eyes I see on there, but I can't see your face," I said into the mic. Sally answered, "do you really need to see the faces with jugs like these?" "Well, as long as you ain't overweight guys, then no. Come on up." I opened the gate and turned the mines off so they could drive up. I got a kiss from both of them as they hopped out of their convertible. "We came over so you could take us swimmin'. It's hot and we're both bored," Sally said as she and her sister clung to me. "That don't sound like a bad idea. Maybe we can go over to the waterfall and have some fun while we swim," I replied. We went in the house while I changed and I put some beer in the cooler with some ice and we headed to the dock. We took the pontoon boat so there would be enough room for everyone to be comfortable. It took us about 10 minutes to get to a secluded cove that had a waterfall at the back of it. A stream ran over a large bluff, creating just a small waterfall, but it was very nice and the water was always a bit cooler there. I gently beached the pontoon and we stripped off and dove in. The water felt good against the 95-degree heat of the day. We swam and frolicked in the water for about a half an hour before the girls made their move. Sally came in behind me and Bridget came to the front. Both of them wrapped their legs around me and we began kissing. It didn't take long to get me hard and ready, even in the chilly water. Bridget moved herself into position and slowly impaled herself on my very hard cock. Even though she is very experienced, she is still a sexy, tight 15-year old. That, in and of its self, is enough to turn on a horny 45-year old man. But to have her very sexy 17-year old sister behind me and playing with my balls and her sister's tits, is even more of a turn on. Bridget's lips were locked to mine and she was moaning as we moved in the water. The temperature difference was amazing. She was steaming hot inside her pussy and it was chilly as my cock shaft slid out of her. Besides the fact she was young and sexy, I hadn't had my ashes hauled in over a week and I was ready for some action. Sally came around behind her sister and began playing with her tits and her ass. It wasn't long until Bridget screamed in my mouth and I felt Sally's finger bumping my cock from inside her sister's ass. Bridget came really hard and her pussy clamped down on me as she rode out her orgasm. She pulled her mouth away and gasped for air with her head on my shoulder. "She always does that when I'm not expectin' it. She makes me cum so hard that I almost pass out. It feels good, but it sure surprises me when she jams her finger in my ass." "Well, then you'll just have to surprise her when I'm fuckin' her." "If I had a good dildo, I'd fuck her in the ass while you were fuckin' her. She deserves it for always doin' this to me." "Well, maybe I'll just buy ya'all one." "Oooo, will ya? That way we could fuck when we can't get over here," Sally said. "Ya, and it wouldn't never go limp like some of her boyfriends," Bridget replied. Bridget began fucking again and Sally kept her finger up her sister's ass. It wasn't long until she came again and I was gettin' real close myself. Right now, I was really glad I had paid to get them on the pill, because I sure didn't feel like pulling out. Bridget clamped her pussy down and began really pumping up and down on me. Sally kept her finger deep in her ass and was rubbing the head of my cock through the membrane that separated us. She moved her other hand from Bridget's tits down to her clit and Bridget went wild. Her mouth pulled away from mine and she screamed as she came in a non-stop marathon of orgasms. I felt my balls draw up and then I was spurting my cum deep in Bridget's clamping pussy. When she felt me explode in her, she came even more. Her screams went up an octave and her hips became a frenzied blur as she rode my cock. When I stopped pumping in her, she almost collapsed in my arms. She brought her mouth back up to mine and her tongue flew into my mouth as little after shocks rocked her world. Sally withdrew her finger and hugged both of us to comfort our fleeting passions. "Don't loose any cum when you get off of him. I want that on my tongue," Sally whispered to Bridget. Bridget just nodded and kept her head on my shoulder while she tried to regain her breath. I was slowly shrinking and I began to slip out of her. She felt it and told Sally to get ready. As I withdrew, she clamped her pussy shut and Sally turned her around so I had a hold of her shoulders. Her hips came to the surface and she dove at her sister's freshly fucked pussy. I leaned forward and kissed Bridget and gently played with her tits as her sister sucked our cum from her pussy. Bridget had two small orgasms while Sally licked our cum from her pussy. We cuddled until the water got to us and then we waded ashore and relaxed on the sand bar on some towels. As the sun dried us, we chatted and they decided they wanted steaks for dinner and they would make a salad and potatoes if I would do the grilling. I agreed and we got on board the pontoon before the sun burnt us to a crisp. We all got dressed before we got back to the dock just in case someone was around. I got the pontoon in the slip and we took the Hummer to the house. After a quick shower with a bit of messing around as we washed each other, we got dressed and I went to start the fire. When it had cooked down to coals, I slapped the steaks on and cooked them to perfection. The girls made the salad and some type of potatoes in the microwave that tasted real good. I fixed us an after dinner drink and they cleaned up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. We settled in front of the TV and they told they wanted to watch some dirty movies. I punched up the satellite and got the pay per view channels and we decided on a title and I phoned it in. It was the standard fuck movie as far as I was concerned but the girls enjoyed seeing the well hung porn stars and the girl on girl scenes. As these movies go, it was fairly realistic and the girls were good looking and not heavily made up like they usually are. Of course it made me hard and Sally decided to take advantage of that. She slipped my shorts off and then got naked herself. She sat down on me, facing away and watched the action as her pussy surrounded my cock. She didn't do much until the movie was over, but then she began working on me. Bridget stripped down and began kissing me and then moved to Sally. They kissed, very passionately and then she began kissing her way down Sally. She lingered at her tits and worked her nipples over really good. Then she kissed her way down and began licking Sally's clit and my balls and shaft when it was exposed. It wasn't long until Sally exploded and she held on to Bridget's head as she rode out her orgasm on me. Her juices oozed out from around me and Bridget licked them hungrily. As she came down, Sally began a more vigorous movement and pulled Bridget's head back to her clit. I played with her nipples and soon she went over the edge again. It was lucky that I had fucked this afternoon or I would have exploded by now. Sally was getting a bit wild and her hips were rocking furiously as Bridget sucked on her clit. She would move down and suck my balls and lick up some juice occasionally, but mostly she stayed on Sally's clit. Sally was moaning and getting more erratic in her movements and then she went over the edge again and took me with her. Her pussy would clamp down on each of her contractions and I would pump a blast of cum in her and she would start the cycle again. Being older, I ran out of cum before she ran out of energy. She continued riding me until I began to wilt and slip out of her. Bridget was waiting and sucked me in her mouth as soon as I popped out. Once I was clean, she clamped her lips to her sister's pussy and began sucking out all the cum she could get. Sally leaned back against me and turned her head so we could kiss. She moaned through several smaller orgasms as we cuddled and kissed while I gently played with her tits. When Bridget was satisfied she could get no more cum, she came up and kissed Sally and shared what cum was left in her mouth. Then Bridget settled in beside me and kissed me and then Sally again. We stayed that was for quite a while and then decided it was time for bed. After closing everything up and making sure the alarm for the gate and road was activated and the mines were turned on, I slipped into bed in between these lovely teenaged girls and we kissed our way to sleep. ------- Chapter 12 I awoke to a mouth on my cock and a tongue licking my balls. It was light out, but I had no idea what time it was. I looked down and Sally had my cock secured in her mouth and Bridget was doing a wonderful job of licking my balls and gently sucking on them. Once they realized I was awake, Bridget came up and straddled my face and I began to lick and suck on her juicy pussy. I held on to her waist and began tweaking her nipples as she rode my tongue. As she got close, I brought my hands down and I slid a finger in her and curled it around to find her g-spot. Once I did, she came, big time. I held on and licked all the juice I could gather as she shivered through her orgasm. She rolled off and changed places with Sally. Sally straddled my face and pulled her pussy lips open so I could get a good shot at her clit and hole. I licked and sucked and then slid a finger in her to find her g-spot. She was just as quick as her sister had been and she began cumming. As she did, I lubed a second finger up and slid it in her ass. She went wild and her juice was pouring out over my face. She held on for a second orgasm and then rolled off of me. She huddled with her sister and they both began working over my cock with their tongues. They shared duties with one sucking and the other licking and playing with my balls. Then they would switch. It was a wonderful feeling as their velvet tongues worked wonders on me. With my first shot of cum, Sally swallowed and pulled Bridget up to get ready to take over. She took the second and then they switched. Bridget got the third and fourth and I was down to oozing. They took turns sucking and pumping out what remaining cum I had. Once they were convinced I was finished and they could find no more cum, they came up to lie in my arms. As we kissed and cuddled, Sally asked me if I liked waking up like that. "What's not to like? It is a great way to wake up. But anytime I wake up with two beautiful women in my bed, it is great. But when they're both workin' on me with their mouth and I get to eat their pussy's, it is especially great." "How would you like to wake up like that every mornin'?" Sally asked. "That would be great, but I'd think ya'all would get real tired of it." "No, you treat us so great, we'd never get tired of that. You don't demand things of us, you just accept us a real person. We'd never get tired of you and we could make your life a 24-7 wet dream," Sally said. "Ok, what are you two up to?" "Well, we'd, um, like to live with ya. We'd, um, make it real good for ya. You'd have someone to fuck all the time and we'd have someone who didn't treat us like shit. Please, think about it, ok?" Sally said. I pulled both of them to me and kissed each one of them very tenderly. "You two are amazin'. But what you're askin' is just not really thought out too well. I love you guys as much as I'm able to love someone, but I'm not all that desirable to be with. You can check with my ex on that point." "But we don't care about what your ex thinks. We'd treat you like a king because you treat us so good. Please, think about it," Bridget put in. "Ok, first of all, let's really look at this. If I was to have you two livin' here, the law would be down on me in a flash. I'm an old man and you two are underage. They'd come after me with a new rope. They really frown on an old man takin' two young ladies to live in sin, as they call it. Now, how 'bout ya'all tellin' me what brought this on?" "It our Mom," Sally said. She's bringin' guys home and then tellin' 'em that they can have us if they can get us to go along with it. She thinks it'll get her more drugs and men. We're both afraid of bein' raped in our sleep by some spaced out drunk. We figure we can be safe over here and we love bein' with you because of the way you treat us." "You know your Mom would never allow that to happen. She'd have the law on me so quick, I'd wind up in jail quicker than you can make some 9th grade boy cum. Besides, you'd have to switch schools. I'm in a different county than ya'all live in." "Mom wouldn't care if we were there or not. She just wants us there for her druggie friends to look at and try to fuck. I think the only reason she even puts up with us is that she gets money from the state for us," Bridget replied. "And you think she'd give up her meal tickets and just let ya'all go?" "We wouldn't tell her we were leavin', we'd just disappear. Just think, we could be fuckin' all the time that way," Sally argued. "That sure sounds temptin', I love havin' you two over here, but it just wouldn't work out. The minute you registered for school, the sheriff would be on you like ticks on a hound dog. It's not that I don't want ya'all here, it's just that there would be all kinds of problems with the law and I don't really want that." "Please? We're really scared to go back there. I just know that she'll be gettin' some of her doper's to hold us down and do us. Probably most of 'em got some disease, too," Sally said. "Sally, how would we deal with the law?" "I don't know, I just know we can't be there when she has her boyfriends over. We like fuckin' you, but we don't wanna be raped and infected. We've gotta do somethin'." I could see they were very serious about what was happening and I was probably their only way out at this moment in time. I couldn't bear to see them having to live in that kind of environment and I sure wouldn't put them out on the street. Yes, we had sex, but it was their choice. I would never force myself on them. We had to find a legal way to make this work. "Ok, look you two, I am not sayin' yes, but I'm not gonna send ya'all back to that house in those conditions. If this is gonna work, we have to do it real legal like. But we have a big problem right now. I can't have you two here this next two weeks. I've got something really big goin' on and ya'all just can't be here. But, what we can do is to get ya'all a place to stay and a job so ya'all can earn some money. Is that all right with ya'all?" They jumped on me with kisses and when they finally came up for air, they told me it was fine and they loved me for helping them. "Ok, I know of this one place that is havin' problems findin' someone to clean their resort motel. The job will only last until Labor Day and then they won't need anyone. But by that time, we can have other things worked out. Now, first of all, where is your Dad?" "He got transferred last year to Alaska. I don't know where, but it's in Alaska someplace," Sally replied. "If this thing goes through, they might want to send you up to him. That is always a possibility." "Well, he won't take us, I know. Plus there ain't no room on the base up there for us. It's some secret base and he couldn't even tell us the name of it," Sally said. "Ok, well we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I know they'll bring it up, so ya'all might as well be prepared for it. Now, let's get things movin'. You two fix us some breakfast and I'll make a phone call." They both jumped me again and we kissed and cuddled until I convinced them I had to take a leak. I took my turn and then they took theirs and headed to fix breakfast. I got on the phone and called a friend of mine that had a small resort on the lake over by the ferry. I got him and his wife on the phone and told them a shortened version of the story, leaving out all the gory details. They agreed to hire them for the balance of the season and would only charge me half price for the room for them to sleep. They could eat with them. I told them I'd pay full price for the room and they could pay the girls a bit more. They agreed and I told them I'd have them over shortly after lunch. They thanked me for finding them some help and I thanked them for their understanding. I walked into the kitchen and they had the coffee made. I sat at the table and Bridget brought me my coffee and sat on my lap for a kiss. They both had an apron on, but that was it. They finished cooking breakfast while I sipped my coffee and I sat back and wondered what I had gotten myself into. Sally served breakfast and I ate with two very lovely, naked girls. After we had eaten, they came to sit on my lap while I finished the coffee in between kisses. I asked them about the clothes and they said all they had was what they had worn. I knew that wouldn't do, so I finished up the coffee while they did the dishes and we headed for Forsyth. I got them some work clothes to wear for the next two weeks and I got several single bed sheets for the hospital bed. All I had was double, queen and king size sheets for the beds at the house. I got plain white, since that is what the hospitals use. We also stopped at the grocery store and I bought them some tooth paste, a tooth brush for each, deodorant, soap, brushes, combs, tampons, shampoo, and a big package of soft toilet tissue. I knew that they would probably need that over there. LaVerne and Wayne didn't provide the good stuff for their rooms. When we got back to the house, I had them run their new clothes through a wash cycle and then put them in the dryer. They didn't need to be running around in stiff, scratchy clothes while they were working. Once they were dried, we packed them in an old suitcase of mine and put that in their car. I gave each of them forty dollars to hold them over in case they needed to buy some things that we didn't remember. We had lunch and I emphasized to them not to reveal any type of relationship that we had except friendship. I told them to tell LaVerne and Wayne, only if they asked about us, that their dad and I had known each other in the service. This would be their only contact around here besides me and if Family Services came around asking, they had to be assured that there was not a sexual relationship between the girls and me. They said they understood and wouldn't say anything unless they were asked. I also told them not to say anything about their mom to Wayne and LaVerne since I didn't want any word leaking back before we were ready to let it out. They agreed. After lunch, I drove with them over to the resort and introduced them to Wayne and LaVerne. After they were introduced, LaVerne showed them to their room and I paid Wayne for the room for two weeks. When LaVerne came back she thanked me for finding them some help. They were running themselves ragged trying to get things done and do the cleaning of the rooms too. I told them I was going to be really busy for the next two weeks, but I'd be back to check on them after I got everything done. They thanked me again and I headed home. I ran all the sheets and pillowcases through the wash and used plenty of bleach so it would smell like a hospital job. Then I made up the bed and tried to think of anything we had forgotten. I checked the restraints on the bed to make sure they were solid and would withstand any type of struggle. They seemed very secure, so I checked that off my mental list. Then it hit me. Trays to serve the meals on. We didn't have any, nor the covers for the plates that always accompany the trays. I knew there wasn't any store in any of the surrounding towns that would carry something like that, so I called Earl on the secure cell phone. I explained what we needed and he said he would try and find it in town. If necessary, he would steal some from one of the local hospitals. I told him not to get caught stealing something so minor and bring any suspicion down on us. He told me not to worry. I checked that off the list and tried to think of anything else. We needed something to disguise us when we were in the room. The only thing I could think of was camo headnets like is used in hunting. I could pick them up at Gainesville tomorrow. It was getting close to dinnertime and I decided to head into Forsyth to the Mug for a steak sandwich. Before I got there, I checked out the Dollar Store for any type of trays or dish covers I could find. Nothing, just like I thought. But I did find two camo headnets and bought them. I got to the Mug and ordered up a steak sandwich and had an iced tea with it. I don't drink much when I don't have anyone to drink with. The meal was good and I talked with a few guys there and we just basically shot the shit to pass the time. After I finished my coffee, I headed home. Once home, I tried to go over in my mind more of the planning and our needs. It seemed like I was spinning my wheels, so I turned on the TV and found the Westerns Channel and watched one of my all time favorite movies, The Cheyenne Social Club with Jimmy Stewart and Henry Fonda. That has to be the all time, true to life, funniest Western movie ever made. I know both of them actors won many Oscars for their great roles they had played, but this is my favorite of all. By the time that was over, I was ready for bed. I tossed and turned all night, trying to think of what we might need. Finally, I took a generic PM tablet and got to sleep. I wasn't rested in the morning, but I got up and got going after breakfast. I showered and headed for Gainesville and got the rest of the camo head nets. I looked around over there, but no trays or dish covers to be found. On the drive back, I got a call from Gary. He said that Bob and him were about an hour out and they had a delivery of supplies that we would need for the mission. I told them I'd meet them at the strip. I got to the strip about 15 minutes before the landed. They had brought a bunch of medical stuff; IV's, drugs, syringes and needles, two medical monitors, an oxygen tank with a regulator and mask on it and several other items. We loaded all the stuff in the back of the Hummer and took it to the house. They helped me get it in the basement and we put the drug and IV's in the fridge I had down there. I told them about the headnets I had bought and that Earl was trying to get some trays and plate covers to make it look more like a hospital setting and then asked them if they could think of anything. Bob said, "I think some of us should be dressed in scrubs. That would extend the hospital scenario even more. I'll grab a few from the hospital when I get back. Also, I'll get some gowns to put him in after we get him here." "Good thinkin'," I told him. We went talked about things and really couldn't come up with anything else we were missing. I drove them back to their plane and watched them depart. I got back to the house and tried to relax and think of what else we might possibly need for the mission. I kept drawing blanks and finally gave up. Earl and Bubba would be here tomorrow and maybe we could do some brainstorming and find other things. I headed to the dock and took the boat out to do some fishing in hopes of clearing my mind somewhat. It didn't help a whole lot, but at least I got away from the house and out on the lake, away from everything. There's just something about being out on the lake that is peaceful and relaxing and takes your mind off of the problems of the world. I didn't catch anything worth keeping, but I did snag a few bass and it felt great, sort of like I was alive again. ------- Chapter 13 I headed over to the Mexican place for dinner and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I got back in time to watch a movie on the Starz Westerns Channel and then called it a night. I realized I would need to change the sheets tomorrow because these smelled like Bridget, Sally and sex. But I was hoping it would provide some good dreams for tonight, anyway. I got up the next morning and had breakfast and then set about getting things set up for the upcoming week. I changed the sheets and ran a load of clothes through the washer and dryer. About 11, Earl buzzed from the gate and I opened it and turned the mines off. He showed up with several trays and dish covers that had the distinct look of coming from a hospital. I didn't ask. We stowed his gear and he helped me finish up with the little chores that needed completed. Then we went downstairs for a look around to see if everything looked appropriate for what we were trying to convey to Snelling. From what we could see, it looked pretty good. I was worried about one thing. I didn't have a doorway to the rest of the cave from the new hallway. "It's only gonna be up for a week or so, do you really need it in that time?" Earl asked. "I don't know, but I'd hate to need it and have to take a sheet of plywood off to get there. I don't think a door is all that expensive and it wouldn't take much for us to put it in," I replied. We studied on it for a bit and the buzzer went off. We went upstairs and Bubba was at the gate. I opened the gate and turned off the mines for him to get up. When he got there, we got all his stuff stowed and then included him in the discussion of the door. "Are ya gonna leave it up after the mission?" Bubba asked. "I don't know. I don't really have a reason to take it down, unless I need to get something big in that way," I told them. "Well, what do you have stored back there?" Earl wanted to know. "I've got a bunch of plastik and other necessary things, like wire, I-R triggers and relays, some mines made up to replace the ones that I trip to scare the shit out of kids tryin' to sneak in here, and just basic things that I don't want others to know I have," I said. "I would say hold off on putting a door in. We don't really need it right now, and I doubt you'll need any mine replacements for a week or so. After the mission, me and Earl can help you put one in if you decide to keep the hallway," Bubba put in. "Ahh, I guess you're right, I just don't like to have access cut off from my supplies." We closed that discussion and went back to trying to find any flaws in our portrayal of a hospital room. Everything looked pretty good so we decided to take a break for lunch. The next place we really needed to be was back here by 8 PM for the phone call from Frank. Since we didn't really have anything else to do, I suggested we do some fishing. That was met with a round of approval and we cleaned up from lunch and headed for the boat. I took the pontoon out, since it would be a bit crowded in the bass boat with three people. August is hot in Arkansas, and today was not an exception. Fishing in mid-day is not really a good idea. We fished and then moved, then fished and moved again, for about an hour before finally giving it up. We found a secluded cove and went swimming to cool off. It felt really good and we stayed in the water until the thirst for a beer called us back to the boat. We had our beer, got dressed and then headed back for the air conditioning at the house. We had another beer and then decided on Mexican tonight and headed for Theodosia. The meal was fantastic and we got back around 7:30 to prepare for our conference call. Promptly at 8 PM, the phone rang. I answered it and it was Frank. I put it on the speakerphone so we could all talk. Frank took the lead. "Plans for our end are all in place. We have altered things just a bit, but that won't affect the outcome. As soon as we get away from his house, we will pull a gun on him and sedate him at that point. I've scouted the area and we have a wonderful place to pull in while we do our thing." "Once he is sedated, the plan will proceed as we had previously planned. The only change is, after we transfer him to Gary's plane, I will return to remove all traces of my intercept before we go to my plane. We don't want to leave any traces for anyone to find." Bubba spoke up. "That's good thinkin' Frank. We want this to be as clean as possible. On our end, we have the room completely ready. Plus we've got camo head nets to wear when we are in his presence so he can't identify us later. My only concern is what do we call each other while we've got him here. We sure don't want to use our names, or any nicknames that might be traceable to us." "That's good planning, Bubba," Frank said. "I would suggest that we use numbers. One through eight is fine with me. That keeps it simple and nothing that he can read into it." "What' gonna be the routine once we get him here?" I asked "Frank and I have discussed this. I think we should just keep him sedated the first night so he has no idea why he's bein' held," Bob said. "Then, the Sunday, we'll use Pentathol on him so he won't have a chance to build up any lies in his mind before we question him. After that, we are gonna use standard questionin' techniques designed to get him to tell us the truth we already know." Earl spoke up. "I wanna be in on them standard questionin' techniques." "Earl," Frank said, "we don't want him injured to the point we can't deliver him to Chicago. I think it would be a good idea for you not to get involved in the standard techniques. You can participate in the questioning, but I don't want you to get carried away by getting your hands on him. Understood?" "I guess you're right Frank, but I sure want a lot of answers on a lot of questions." "You can question, but you just can't touch." "Ok Frank, I'll keep my lily whites off of him." Frank continued. "For his meals, we need to have him convinced that he is in a hospital, so no freshly cooked meals. I would suggest that you buy some TV dinners. Something like fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and a vegetable. Something that tastes bland like a hospital would serve. Maybe some Jello for dessert. Also, you need to get some plastic glasses for water for him. No milk with a local label that he can identify. Gary told me you have the trays and dish covers, but you also need some non-descript silverware too. Probably any thrift shop will have them." "I've got some old US Government surplus silverware in the old house. That should do for that problem. I'm pretty sure I have some old plastic glasses to use also. So that problem should be covered. We can get some TV dinners tomorrow at the store. We'll get about 3 of each kind so we can rotate the food he gets," I reported. "That will work," Frank said. "Ok, now for names. Frank why don't you take one. Gary will be two. Dave three, Bob four, Butch five, Bubba six, Earl seven and I'll take eight," I said. "We can live with that," Frank replied. "Ok, what else is on the schedule?" Bubba asked. "Ok, he will have a catheter in place by the time we deliver him to the plane. He will be restrained on the gurney and the bed for at least the first day. He'll be pissing into a bag for at least that long. He will be sedated so he really won't be much of a problem. He also won't be eating the first day. We'll feed him with an IV and that's how he'll get his fluid intake too. After the first day, it will depend on how cooperative he is as to when he gets to eat. That will be his reward for his cooperation. I don't believe he is going to be easy to crack. He's got a lot of loyalty to these folks, or he wouldn't have put in the amount of effort he has. It might take a couple days to finally break him. I'm pretty sure he's not going to roll over real easy," Frank said. "How sure are you that the truth serum is gonna work?" Earl asked. "Since he hasn't built up any cover story and really isn't prepared for it, I'm fairly certain that we can get most of the truth out during the time he's under. Where it is really unreliable is when someone is prepared for something like that and they prepare a cover story to fall back on. Sometimes the mind can't really determine exactly what the truth is if it's prepared correctly," Frank replied. "Will we be able to tell if he's been prepared and has a lie worked up?" Bubba wanted to know. "Generally, what will happen is they will tell the exact same story under the drug as they do under questioning if they have a lie built up. There won't be any variance at all. It will be almost word for word. That don't happen in real life. There is always some type of deviation from one telling of the story to the next. That is generally our best clue," Frank stated. "Are we gonna go for other things besides what we're already pretty sure of?" I brought up. "Hell, we'll take all the information he's willing to give us. Once he finally breaks, then it's pretty easy to get him to keep talking. We're liable to find out things that we didn't even suspect," Frank replied. "While I'm thinking of it Bubba," Frank continued, "you need to make damn sure that we can record anything he says, even if he whispers it. You should have a very sensitive microphone very close to him. We don't want to miss anything that will blow the lid off of things." "I don't have anything that close right now, but I can. Are ya'all gonna have one of them nose tubes for oxygen? 'Cause if you do, I can put one on that and it will be right by his mouth." "I've got one of them in my kit," Bob said, "we can rig that up when we get there. He'll be out, so we can just tape it to it and put it under his nose. It don't need to have any oxygen coming out of it, he'll never know the difference anyway." "I've got a very tiny microphone that will tape to it and hardly be visible. It's really sensitive and has a quality pickup in it. We might even be able to hear his thoughts." "That would be nice, Bubba, but we'll settle for anything that comes out of his mouth," Frank stated. "Ok, is there anything else we need to do before this goes down?" Frank asked. Nobody could think of anything we had missed. "Ok, gentlemen, here's to a successful mission and no casualties," Frank said. We all agreed and we terminated the phone call. Bubba, Earl and myself sat around and talked while we had a Dos Equis. Earl brought up that we needed to get some very plain plates to serve him food on. Something that is just plain white like they have in the hospitals. We agreed and I told them we could look in Forsyth tomorrow at the thrift shop. We talked late into the night and then finally called it quits and headed for bed. The time right before a mission is always the hardest for the people going on the mission. Waiting is the most difficult time there is. I don't think any of us ever slept good before a mission and tonight and tomorrow was not going to be any different. I know I tossed and turned all night and then finally woke up to Bubba's fixing breakfast. He didn't look all that rested either and Earl looked like death warmed over when he came out. By the fourth pot of coffee, we were feeling somewhat better. We decided to head for Forsyth to the thrift shop to see what we could find. There was nothing there that suited our needs, but we did find some at the Dollar Store. They were cheap and thick. Just the kind of thing a hospital would have. We bought 3 plates, salad plates, and 3 cups and saucers. I stopped at the Mug for lunch and we all had a steak sandwich and some tea. We weren't really hungry, but it was something to do. I made a stop at McDonalds and I got a weird look. I told them they had some things we needed. I got each of us a coke and one order of french fries to go. I stopped at the condiment table and picked up a bunch of salt, pepper, sugar and sweet 'n' low packets and some catsup envelopes. Once they saw what I got, they smiled and sipped on their cokes and we shared the fries as we drove home. We stashed our purchases and supplies and then looked around to see what else we needed. It would be dark before they arrived tomorrow and we had nothing to do until then. "Fuck it," Bubba said, "let's get that damn door so we can put it in. I can't just sit around waitin' for things to happen." We hopped in the truck and headed for Hollister. None of us wanted to just sit around and wait for things to happen. That's not how we're made up. We have to have something to do. We got over to Lowe's and I found an exterior door that would work. I also got some 2x6's to use as the frame for the doorway, plus some other miscellaneous other items that we'd probably need. I paid for things and we left. That didn't take near enough time. Too bad guys can't shop like women can. We could've taken several hours to pick it out and then changed our minds four or five times. I drove us over to Steak and Shake and we feasted over there. It was still early, so we took a vote and decided to go see The Baldknobber's show. The nice thing about Branson is you don't need to dress up to see most shows. We drove over there and the next show was due to start at 7. It was just 6 so we sat in the lot and waited after we bought our tickets. You can't smoke in the theater, so we would have been climbing the walls by the time the show even started. Friday night is pretty crowded, but we saw a good show. It was funny and killed a lot of time, plus it took our minds off the mission for a while. We didn't get out of the theater until 9:30, and it was a long drive home. We stashed the door in the basement and then had a couple beers before bed. Bubba woke us with his breakfast, and by the time we finished our fourth pot of coffee, we were ready to tackle the door. We took off a full sheet of plywood and framed in for the door. We tried to take our time, but we were so full of nervous energy that we had it almost done by noontime. I fired up the grill and waited for the charcoal to burn down and then slapped some burgers on. We each ate two and had a beer for lunch. After we ate, we went back to the door and finished that up. We managed to stretch it out until nearly 2. It was almost 3 by the time we had everything put away. Then we headed for the landing strip and put the landing lights out. We plugged them in and adjusted them for maximum coverage of the strip and then just threw the breakers until they were actually needed this evening. Then the waiting game began in earnest. We did divert ourselves with some college pre-season football, but we were all tense, waiting for the call from Frank. He would land first and fill us in on the capture and take down. Waiting is hell. ------- Chapter 14 Meanwhile, over in the east and out of our control and sight, the other team was working. Frank's intercept worked perfect. Frank answered the phone with "Cab Company." Snelling said he needed a cab at his address and was going to Dulles. Frank told him it would be about 20 minutes. With both of them in disguise, Bob and Frank waited up the street for the time to pass before picking him up. Also, Frank wanted to see if he called anyone else before he was picked up. There were no other calls and they pulled up at the address and honked. Bob sat in the backseat and acted like another passenger. Frank helped him with his luggage and got it loaded in the trunk and explained to him that he would be sharing a ride to Dulles since they were short handed today. That didn't pose a problem. After they were about a block away, Bob pulled a.38 cal. snubnose on Snelling and Frank pulled in to a secluded parking lot. There was a bit of a scuffle, but Bob prevailed and got him lying on the seat while he handcuffed him. When Bob gave him a shot of Valium, he started struggling again and Bob just sat on him. He was very vocal, but it was a deserted area, so no one was able to hear him. After about 10 minutes, the Valium started taking affect and he calmed down quite a bit. Bob put a blood pressure cuff on one arm and a tourniquet and injected the Nembutal directly into his vein. Bob slowly released the tourniquet and let the drug enter his system. He monitored his vitals and injected additional medication until he was unconscious. Then they headed for the parked ambulance. Once they were at the ambulance site, Bob removed the handcuffs and the blood pressure cuff and they stripped him down to his briefs. They placed him on a gurney and started oxygen flowing through a mask for him to breathe. Then Bob put a catheter in him and attached him to a drainage bag on the side of the gurney. Bob then hooked up a monitor to him for his heart rate and respirations. Frank got out his scanning equipment and began a scan of all of Snelling's possessions for any tracking devices. None was found and they left his current clothes and cell phone with the cab, temporarily but would dispose of them later. His laptop was put in a lead lined case and included with his belongings to be transferred with him. Once that was accomplished, they changed clothes and headed for the airport. It took them about 45 minutes to get to the airport and they found Gary's disguised plane waiting. They loaded him and his gear into the plane and Bob hooked up the monitors on the plane and stayed with him. Butch, dressed in the same garb as Bob, departed with Frank. Gary got his plane cranked up and after instructions from the tower, took of in a southerly direction. Butch and Frank drove the ambulance back to the garage where the cab was and Butch followed in the cab as Frank drove to return the ambulance. After that, they drove the cab to where Frank's car was and then returned the borrowed cab. Once those chores were taken care of, Frank changed clothes and got into a truck that looked very much like a telephone truck and headed to Snelling's neighborhood. He climbed the pole and removed all traces of his intercept device and then they drove back to Frank's car and then to his apartment to change clothes. They cut up Snelling's clothes and took them to a dumpster away from the area and deposited them in that. After making sure that Snelling's cell phone was turned off and wiping all traces of any fingerprints off, he placed it in a lead lined box and would dispose of it later. With all of that done, they headed for Frank's plane at an airport located north of the city. On the way, Frank pulled in at a junkyard and talked to the operator of the crusher for a bit. After an exchange of some words and a payment of $20, Frank put the cell phone in a car and watched it being crushed and put on a pile as part of a square block of iron to be melted down for recycling. They continued on to the airport and parked the car in the guest lot and headed for the airplane. Once Frank got fueled, they took off in a northerly direction without filing a flight plan. They veered west around Philadelphia and then proceeded north until they were in middle Pennsylvania and turned west. Once they had cleared Pennsylvania, Frank punched in the coordinates for Terra Haute where he would refuel. Farther south, Gary flew down to New Bern, North Carolina to refuel. Once he took off, he punched in the coordinates for my place. Bob was keeping close track of Snelling's vitals and administered more of the drug over Tennessee to keep him under. My scrambled cell phone rang about 5:30; it was Frank and he was about 100 miles out and would be landing in about 45 minutes. I told him we'd be at the strip to help him put the plane away and secure everything. Bubba, Earl and I cleaned things up and headed to the landing strip. We opened one of the hanger doors to make room for Frank's plane and made sure there was plenty of clearance so we could push the plane in. It wouldn't be dark for about 2 _ hours, which was when Gary was due in. We waited for Frank to buzz the field and then make his approach. We had waited about 20 minutes after we had everything completed and we heard Frank's plane. He flew over to check the windsock and then came in for his landing. The wind was slight, so there wasn't a problem and he taxied up to the hanger and cut the engines. Butch and Frank got out after his post flight check and we put the plane in the hanger and secured everything. Once that was done, we all headed back to the house and had a beer while Frank related all the details of the capture. It had been pretty straightforward without much of a hitch. He had been sleeping peacefully when they transferred him to Gary's plane. Frank had refueled at Terre Haute, IN and at Batesville in Arkansas so he would have enough fuel to get out of the area before he needed more. Nobody had eaten yet. Frank and Butch because they were in the air and us because we were on pins and needles waiting to hear what had happened. I fired up the grill and grabbed some burgers to cook. I waited for the charcoal to burn down and then slapped them on. In the meantime, Frank inspected our setup in the basement and approved of everything. He liked the entrance we made through the cave and how we had made it look like hospital hallway. Once the inspection was done, the charcoal was ready and I cooked the burgers for everyone. We finished eating about 7:30 and then had to wait to hear from Gary. My phone rang about 8:15 and Gary said he had just left Tupelo, Mississippi after refueling and should be here in about 45 minutes. I told him we had a gentle westerly breeze of about 5 knots and that we'd have the lights on. He hung up and we cleaned up the mess from dinner and headed to the landing strip. I drove the Hummer over and Earl took my pickup. It was just starting to get dark and we turned on the lights. We could see a couple places of less than desirable coverage, so we adjusted the lights and then waited, not so patiently. It was real close to 9 when we hear the drone of Gary's engines. It wasn't long until we saw his landing lights and he came in for his landing. He bounced a couple of times, which would cost him some good-natured teasing, but it was a successful landing. He taxied up to the hanger and Bob and Dave opened the door and hopped out. I backed the Hummer up to the plane and we transferred the gurney Snelling was on to the back and us three took him to the cave entrance. He was pretty much out of it. We pulled the gurney out of the Hummer and dropped the legs so we could roll him in. Bob and Dave took care of the transfer and I carried in the various pieces medical equipment. Once we had everything inside, I returned through the cave entrance and pushed the close button for the big door and put the camo back in front of it. I drove to the house and closed the gate and turned on the monitors, alarm and the mines. We wouldn't be going anywhere for sometime and we sure didn't want any visitors. The coals were still hot and I slapped on some burgers for Gary, Dave and Bob while they situated our "guest." By the time I had the cooking done, they were all upstairs except Bubba who was monitoring Snelling from the outside of his room. We got a run down on how the trip went which was pretty smooth, except they had to put more dope in him than they expected to keep him under. But Bob had a good supply so there was no real worry. We set up a watch schedule for the night. Bubba would take him until midnight and then I'd take over until 4. Then Earl would relieve me until breakfast. Bob was going to make sure he had him sedated for the night before he retired, but would be ready for any problem and was to be awakened at any sign of trouble. I gave everyone a headnet to be used anytime they had to enter the room. I took one down to Bubba and then returned upstairs. Frank was just getting into Snelling's laptop when I got there. The first thing he did was to open it up and remove the modem card and the satellite hook up card, so there was no chance for anything being transmitted out from it. When he tried to boot it up, he ran into a roadblock of the password. He found an emergency startup disk in his briefcase and started the computer that way, in the DOS mode. Then he hooked it up to his laptop and began searching the files. Once he found the password, he began checking other files. Most of his word processor files were also encoded. It took him a bit, but he found those passwords too. Armed with the passwords he went back to Snelling's laptop and worked off of it. There was an abundance of information on there. Frank saved each one of them in a non-encoded file, which he planned on turning over with the videotape of the questioning. He glanced over them and then took the password protection off of the boot up sequence and closed it down for the night. I went down to check on Bubba and found him watching the screen of Snelling peacefully sleeping. He had the tape of the sounds running faintly in the background and I told him I would relieve him at midnight. He was fine with that and showed me the controls for the sound equipment and the video recording. I left him to get a couple hours of shut-eye before I had to relieve him. I told everyone that I was going to lay down for a bit and they said they were going to sack out for the night too. I set my alarm for 11:30 and told Earl to set his alarm too. I didn't get much sleep, but I was able to just relax a bit before my alarm went off. I made a pot of coffee and then headed down to relieve Bubba. He was wired and was not the least bit sleepy, so we chatted for a bit and then he went upstairs to try for some rest. With Snelling restrained and drugged, there wasn't much for me to do. I had the monitors to check his heart rate and breathing right in front of me, but I still went in and checked on him every hour or so just to break the boredom. Earl showed up right on time with a new pot of coffee. We chatted for a bit and I filled him in on the audio and video controls. The second audiotape was already queued up and all Earl had to do was to turn one reel off and turn the other one on. Once I was sure he understood everything, I headed for bed. It took me a bit to get to sleep, but once there, I slept pretty soundly until I heard the breakfast sounds. I got up and Bubba fixed me some breakfast. They didn't think I'd be up so early. Bob had been down to check on Snelling and everything was all right with him. Of course, Bubba's breakfast was eggs, sausage, grits, biscuits and plenty of coffee. Frank filled us in on the schedule for today. We would let Earl sleep while we used the Pentathol on Snelling. That would begin around 11 or so, when everyone had a clear head. They didn't know how long that would take, but they figured at least 2 to 3 hours with the amount of questions they had for him. Then we would let him rest for the day and begin our "standard techniques" tomorrow. "The way this questioning is going to work is," Frank started telling us, "I will first tell him that he is in good hands and just generally reassure him of his safety. Then I will convince him I have authority from the White House to get information from him." "How are you gonna do that?" I questioned. "The way Pentathol works is that it is a 'hypnotic' drug. It aids in hypnotizing him. Once this information is implanted in his mind, he will believe it is correct. A person under hypnosis will not do something that he wouldn't do normally. But, if we convince him that this is normal, he will not have any compulsion not to do it. He will believe it is something he would normally do. Once I get him to that stage, he should cooperate fully. At least that is what I'm hoping." "What if we can't convince him of that?" I asked. "Then we'll need to move to 'Plan B'. That is extracting info from him using the 'standard techniques' we use in normal questioning." "How are you gonna know if he's actually telling the truth?" Butch asked. "I'm going to spend the time to go through his computer and find enough information to convince him I know what I'm talking about and that I am really from the White House. If I can put in enough information to convince him of that, we shouldn't have a problem." "I don't know," I said, "sounds like it is real thin to me, but I've never seen this stuff work." "Well, let's just hope he has enough info on his computer that will allow me to convince him I know things that only someone from the White House would know." We finished up with breakfast and Frank brought out Snelling's computer and began going through the files. He printed out things that he thought would help him in his questioning. It took him better than 2 hours for him to gather what he thought he needed to proceed with the questioning. It was after 11:30 before he was satisfied he had enough. We put off the session until after lunch. Most of us weren't hungry, but we took the break to steady our nerves and put a bit of food in our systems. While we were doing that, Frank let us see what he had printed out from Snelling's computer. It was truly amazing all the shit he'd done for the White House. Besides the ones that Earl was included in, he had a list of others that he'd called for an audit on. It seemed that he was using the IRS as his personal revenge tool. He also had notations of lists of donations he had solicited for the White House in exchange for not proceeding with audits. The figure was staggering. There were over 200 names of people who had given money to Clinton's campaign for re-election. Many of them gave the maximum amount of $25,000 to have their audit called off. It wasn't clear if he did this on the IRS time of his personal time, but it sure as hell was suspicious. We couldn't tell who his actual contact at the White House was. He made no reference to that person in his notes and records. We would love to have that information. The only notations were "WH called" and then the details of the conversation. It seemed that almost everyone who testified against the Health Care Plan, in a vehement way, was targeted for an audit. Earl's name and the fact he had written a booklet for an association he had a contract with, was mentioned. That Association was also the target for an audit. Frank was making notes for his questioning and was pretty quiet during our time at the table. He looked concerned, but then Frank was pretty hard to read. He was mostly "poker faced" all the time, with an occasional grin or frown. This was business to him now and he wasn't going to let his emotions get in the way. Once he had gone through all the printed material, he began to organize it in a way he could use it to persuade Snelling he was his friend and trying to help the White House. It was going on 1 when Earl showed up from his sleep. Bubba had taped a microphone to the oxygen nosepiece that would be around Snelling's head and they were actually going to use some oxygen during this session. Bob had thought it would help keep him stable during the time the drug was used on him. When we went downstairs, Frank instructed Bubba to make sure he had fresh tapes in the video cameras and the audio recording devices. Once Bubba made the switches, Bob went into the room to prepare things and put Snelling under. ------- Chapter 15 Snelling was awake and fairly coherent and the first words out of his mouth when Bob walked in were, "what the hell is happening to me here. Why was I kidnapped?" "I don't know anything mister, I'm just hired to make sure you are medically safe. I've got to give you an injection to help you, so just relax." "Hell no, I won't relax. I want an answer and, by God I want it now." He started struggling and straining at his restraints. Bob went about his business and inserted the needle into the bottle holding the Pentathol and withdrawing the proper amount. Then he put a tourniquet around his upper arm and told him to quit struggling so he could do his job. Snelling continued to try to thrash around and finally Bob clamped his thumb and forefinger on the Brachial Plexus nerve on his shoulder and squeezed until he got Snelling's attention. "If you thrash around and break the needle off, I'm going to get fired and you're going to die. So make it easy on both of us, do you understand?" Snelling quit thrashing partly because of the pain and partly because of the words. Bob inserted the needle in the vein and then slowly released the tourniquet. As he injected the drug, Snelling started to calm down. Frank waited until he was about to go under and he walked in. "Mr. Snelling, I am working for the White House and I need to ask you some questions. There has been a very big security leak and we need to plug it. We understand it probably isn't you, but we need to check everyone that could possibly have broken the chain. We think someone might have gotten access to some of your files and we need to ask you a series of questions so we can determine who that might have been. Do you understand me?" "I guess, what is your name," he responded in sort of a slurring voice. "My name isn't important and if you don't know it, then we will not need to suspect you if it gets out. Ok?" "I need to know what is happening here? Who are you and why am I here?" "I told you, I'm from the White House and you are here to answer some questions." "Who are you and who sent you?" "If you need a name, then you can call me Mr. Smith. The White House Security sent me to try and find the leaks that have been happening." "Who from the White House sent you?" "If I told you, then I'd be leaking information, wouldn't I?" "I guess, but I need to know who sent you?" "I told you, the White House. They want to make sure that nothing leaks out during the Convention. Do you understand that?" "I don't know. Why would they think I've been leaking information? I help them all the time and would never do anything to injure them." "That's probably correct, but we need to verify that fact. After we do that, then we can start questioning other people. The sooner we get started, then the sooner we will finish and get you on your way. Now can you answer some questions for me?" "How do I know you're from the White House?" "You'll just have to believe me. Just like you do with the phone calls you get to help the White House. You don't ask for their names, do you?" "No, but I recognize their voices. I don't recognize your voice." "That's because I've been brought in just to handle this case. I'm not normally around the White House. I am a consultant they hired to do just this job. Now can you help me so we can get this taken care of quickly?" "I don't know. I am not sure I can trust you." "If you couldn't trust me, why would I tell you I'm from the White House?" "I don't know. It's really confusing. I want to help them all I can, but I just need to know who sent you." "Like you, I don't get names. I got a call and they asked me to do this for them. I've done other things for them like this in Arkansas." "You don't sound like you're from Arkansas." "I am not from Arkansas. I just said that I helped them take care of things when they were in Arkansas." "So you've dealt with them a lot then?" "Quite a bit. They had several problems in Arkansas and I helped straighten them out." "But how do they contact you?" "I generally get a phone call saying the White House needs my special help." "Who is it that calls you?" "Just like you, I don't know who calls me, but I recognize their voice and I help them. That's what they pay me to do." "How do you get paid if you don't know who sent you?" "They put money in my bank account in the Bahaman's." "I don't really understand what you want?" "Well, if you will trust me and answer some questions, it will be clear to you that I am just looking to help them. The same way you are. What we need to know is not something you might have done, but maybe something that you know, maybe in the back of your mind. Maybe it was just something you heard or saw, but didn't think it was important at the time. We need to probe your memory. Will you help us, by talking with us and answering the questions, so we can get you on your way?" "Yes, I guess. What do you need to know? I know nobody could have gotten my files. I keep them locked up all the time and they are all encoded." "Well, that is always good. Now, how did you start your association with the Clinton's?" "I helped on their campaign in Virginia. I did a bunch of phone work and tried to line up contributions." "And when was that?" "I started when they opened their headquarters there, in '90." "Who did you work for there?" "It was some big guy from Arkansas, I don't remember his name, but he had a real thick accent." "Was he young or old?" "Probably in his late 30's." "Can you describe him?" "I think he was about 6 foot 2 inches or so, and probably about 230 lbs. He had a crew cut and never liked to dress in a tie." "Ok, we know who that is. What else did you do? Well, I was pretty good at getting contributions, so they moved me up to that area and I just worked there. They'd give me a bunch of names to call and I'd phone all of them and try to get money from them." "When did you first meet the Clinton's?" "That was in late '91. I kind of fell in love with her. She's so pretty and really nice to be around." "Did you have much contact with them?" "Well, they thanked me for doing such a good job and asked me questions about where I worked. Someone was with them and took notes and she told me it was good to have government workers helping their cause." "Did you have any other dealings with them?" "No, but I talked to a bunch of people from their headquarters. One guy in particular wanted to know how if I could get information from the computer at work. I told I could, but it would be very risky. He told me I'd be rewarded for my efforts." "What information were they wanting?" "We've got things stored on our computers by deductions and then by taxpayer. They wanted to get a list of political contributors who gave over $10,000. I told them I could do that, but it would be a while before I'd have access to the computer to make a run like that. I had to wait about 3 weeks before I had a project that I needed to get to the main computer on. We only get so much time to get our run through and then we have to get back in line. So I made the run for the contributors first and let it print out. Then I made the run for the office and I got through with some time to spare. I gave it to the man that weekend when he was visiting from Arkansas." "Who was it that you gave it to?" "I don't know his name, but he was about medium build with a receding hairline." "Did you get other information for them?" "Yes, from time to time, they'd ask me for things on particular people and I'd be able to get that without doing a run on the main computer." "What would they ask you for?" "Mostly about certain corporations and how much they gave to each political party. Sometimes, they'd ask for information about a person, but mostly it was about corporations." "Well, it sounds like we've been given the wrong information. You've done a lot of things for this Administration." "Yes, and they made sure I got my promotion. That way I could continue to help them after they took office. And I have helped them a lot. I've gotten things for them and made sure their orders were carried out so they could get try and get their programs through Congress." "How have you helped them do that?" "By punishing the people who couldn't see what they were doing was right and by getting contributions for their re-election. I've gotten them a lot of money." "How did you punish people for them?" "By making sure their returns got audited. Like I did to Willie Nelson. Did you know that hillbilly hippy had the guts to brag about smoking pot in the White House? Well, he ain't bragging about things now." "Who ordered you to do that?" "Nobody, I did that on my own. We can't have hippies running around, bragging about smoking pot in the White House." "How did you get an audit on him?" "I pulled his return and saw that he was using a loop hole to keep from paying taxes. Then I did a lot of digging about that Foundation he was using and had it declared out of compliance with the law. If you scrutinize most of those tax dodges, you can have them declared out of compliance. I found an IRS lawyer and we had a talk. I explained how I thought it was not in compliance and showed him. He was sort of new and looking to make a name for himself, so he grabbed on to the idea and worked it through the system. Once he got that done, it was easy to get an audit on all of their investors. Nelson was the first one I put up. That was sort of my duties at that time, to find the non-compliance items and bring us in some money. That shut him up real quick. He didn't do no more bragging that I heard of." "How did you get the names of people to put through an audit?" "I'd get a call from the White House and they'd read me a list of names and I'd pull their files and find a reason to audit them." "Who called you from the White House?" "I don't really know. There'd be several people. It just depended on who was assigned that particular group of people." "Then how do you know it was the White House calling?" "Because I'd recognize their voice." "But you don't know their names?" "No, they said it was better that I didn't know. I think it's called 'plausible deniability' or something like that." "What have you been working on recently?" "Getting contributions for their campaign. I've very good at that." "Do they give you a list of who to call?" "Yes, I got a list delivered to me by messenger service at my house." "How long was the list?" "I think it had about three or four hundred people on it. Mostly big contributors." "Have you been successful in getting contributions?" "Yes. A few have been reluctant to give, but I can usually persuade them." "How do you persuade them?" "Usually by just talking to them." "How else?" "If they are really reluctant, then I arrange for an audit. Once they've got the letter, I usually get a call, or they call someone in the White House and I call them back. Once they understand the audit can be called off for a large donation, there isn't much of a problem." "How large of a donation?" "The limit is $25,000. But I could probably get more if there wasn't that limit." "Have you kept records of all of this?" "Yes, but I have it all encoded on my computer. Nobody but me can get into the files." "Have they given you other projects?" "Yes. During the hearings on the proposed Health Care legislation, they gave me a list of people who did damage to their program and I arranged for audits on all of them and on people associated with them. You know, like their clients and such." "How many did you get audited?" "I don't know, probably more than a couple hundred. I remember one list had twenty-three names on it, but I expanded it to include more than that with the associated people. Then another list had probably about forty on it and I expanded that list too." "Didn't anyone complain about being audited?" "Everyone complains about being audited. But if they tried to relate it to their testifying, I always covered it up by saying it was just a coincidence." "Did they believe you?" "Probably not, but they couldn't prove anything. One guy even had his Senator contact us and I gave them that reply and that was the last I heard from him." "How did you arrange for the audits?" "I would pull their returns and see what might be questionable. Then I would make sure they were included in a computer selection for that particular problem." "Can you give me an example?" "Well, I remember this one guy that had his Senator complain, he was self-employed and was using part of his residence as a tax deduction. I made sure that his return was in a computer selection of those that we questioned on that deduction. When he came in, I had instructions in the file to get photographs of his entire residence and the rooms he was claiming as a deduction. Once we had that, it was easy to deny his deduction and other business expenses. I remember he had taken a deduction for a computer he bought, but he didn't fill out the necessary form, so we denied that also." "How much did it cost him?" "I don't remember exactly, but it was over $5,000." "Do you think he was convinced not to testify any more?" "Oh, I'm sure of it. We never heard another peep out of him. I also investigated his major clients and had them audited too. On one, we found something we could consider fraud and actually filed charges. We made sure the Federal Prosecutor subpoenaed him to testify against his own client." "What other groups have you taken care of for the White House?" "There were some who were pushing on things like declaring that National Park instead of mining coal there. Then some about the stuff that happened in Arkansas, you know the commodities trading that Mrs. Clinton did. Just basic stuff that people really didn't need to know about, but kept pushing anyway. One group was the people who wanted to investigate what happened at Waco by Attorney General Reno. I would just get the list and then find ways to audit them without a lot of questions about why they were being audited. I always made sure there were legitimate reasons, or at least it would seem there were." "Are you going to the National Convention?" "Yes, I got a special invitation from the White House. There are only a few of us that got them. That's because we do so much good work for them." "Who else is going that way?" "Some guy from the Justice Department, someone from the FBI, someone from ATF, and someone from Immigration. There might be a few others, but I'm not sure." Bob looked at Frank and signaled him to cut the questioning off. They had been going at it about 3 hours and Bob was worried about Snelling's vitals. Frank nodded to Bob and then said, "Mr. Snelling, it appears that you are clean for our purposes. Now I want you to listen very closely to me. When you wake up fully, you will not remember what we talked about. You will believe that you had a very restful sleep with pleasant dreams. Do you understand me?" "Yes, but why don't you want me to remember?" "Because this must be a secret. If you are allowed to remember, then the secret could be leaked out. This conversation did not exist. You just had a relaxing sleep and peaceful dreams. Is that clear?" "Peaceful dreams, yes. I like that. Peaceful dreams; that sounds nice." "Good. Now, we will talk later, but you will not remember me at all. You will not have any idea who I am or that you have ever met me." "No, I don't know you. Peaceful dreams." "Good day Mr. Snelling, have a peaceful dream." "Yes, peaceful dreams." Frank walked out of the room and removed his headnet. Bob stayed in the room and slowly brought Snelling out of his hypnotic state to a restful sleep. He adjusted the oxygen flow and then checked his blood pressure one final time. Once he was satisfied, he left the room. He gave Gary, who was on watch, instructions to monitor him closely and report any change in his heart and respiration rates at once. Gary acknowledged the orders and then we turned to Bubba. "Did you get all of it recorded?" Frank asked. "Loud and clear. Although I had to almost restrain Earl from coming in there. He's really pissed. When you were windin' it down, I sent him upstairs to have a beer and relax." "I can imagine how pissed he is. I would be too. Why don't you wrap this up and we'll all have a beer and relax some?" Frank said. "Good idea. Just let me put in new tapes and secure these and I'll be right with ya." ------- Chapter 16 We headed upstairs and got a beer. It was close to 5 and I started the charcoal to put some steaks on. Everyone was crowded around Earl, trying to calm him down. By the time I got back inside, they had him to the point that he was only going to castrate Clinton and superglue his wife's cunt together. He was far from stable, but he had backed off from putting several missiles into the IRS building and slowly carving up Snelling with a piece of flint. I really couldn't blame him for his feelings. If I were him, I'd feel the same way. It's just that his plan wasn't workable. We had probably been up there about 45 minutes when Gary called on the intercom and said there was a problem with Snelling. We all rushed down to see what was happening. Bob took a look at the monitors and his heart rate was down to 25 and his respirations were down to 15. "This ain't good," Bob said and went to the fridge to get a vial of something and a needle. He put on his headnet and went inside the room. He did a physical examination of Snelling and then injected him with something to bring his heart rate up. It took a bit, but the heart rate came up to 50 and the respirations came up to 35. "I'm gonna have to stay with him for a while to make sure he stabilizes. I'm not sure if he had a heart attack or not, but this has him runnin' again. There were some anomalies on his EKG, but it didn't look all that bad. It's probably a reaction to how long we kept him under. We'll know something for sure in about 2 hours." Dave relieved Gary on the watch and they started a second IV bag on him. The rest of us went back upstairs. I put the steaks on and had Bubba nuke some potatoes. I'd fix some frozen corn when the steaks were just about done. I took Dave's and Bob's dinner down to them and the rest of us ate in the dining room. It was a bit more somber with the new problem. We didn't want to lose him and have to dispose of the body. Actually, we wanted the news that we had broken him to get back to the powers that be so they would know someone was on to them. This put a whole new wrinkle in the plan. The rest of the evening was pretty quiet. Butch took over for Dave on watch and Bob said he was going to sleep down there just in case something happened during the night. "We need to put off any questioning of him for at least a day. I want to make sure he's stable enough to withstand the things that we'll probably need to do to get him to open up," Bob stated. Everyone agreed that was a good idea in light of the circumstances. We retired upstairs and I took a blanket and pillow down to Bob so he could sleep down there. The rest of us headed for bed. It had been a long day and it would probably be a long week. Bubba was scheduled to relieve Butch at 2. We wanted to keep Earl off watch for a day or so until we knew he was out of his physical revenge phase. It was a quiet night as far as Snelling was concerned. His respirations and heart remained within acceptable limits. I relieved Bubba at 6 and took over the watch. He filled me in on what Bob had told him to watch for on the monitor and then went up to get some sleep. Bubba brought breakfast down for Bob and myself about 8 and included two pots of coffee for us. Snelling woke up about 9:30 and was back to demanding to be released. Bob went in and tried to calm him some, but it wasn't working. So he injected him with something to calm him down and he went back to sleep. Earl relieved me at 10 and I went up to take a nap. We figured it was safe to have Earl down there as long as Bob was there to prevent him from doing something crazy. Nothing was going to happen today. We just had to watch him closely to make sure he remained stable. It was probably a good idea. It gave everyone a chance to come down from the high we'd been on yesterday with getting the info. When I got up at 2, Frank was pouring over Snelling's computer and downloading files as evidence of what was happening in this Administration. We all read over his shoulder to see the kind of crap that he had found. Bob came up and said that he would probably be ready for questioning tomorrow but that we should go slowly at first to make sure he didn't have a relapse of whatever happened. "Bubba, I need four copies of the tape we made yesterday, with our voices masked. Can you get that out?" Frank asked. "Sure Frank. What format do you want it in?" "Probably VHS, it's universal and can be played most anywhere." "Not a problem, I'll have the voices masked before supper, but it will take a bit to dub them on to a cassette. I can only do two at a time." "Not a problem, we've got until Thursday or so. I want to get these tapes out before we release him. Once he gets to Chicago and they find out what has happened, they will be in damage control mode. I figure I'll fly out on Thursday and get these tapes and documents delivered by Friday morning. That will give the people time to digest them before the convention." "Who are you givin' them to?" Bubba asked. "Two senators and two congressmen. One from each party. But these guys are not radical and they will not go ballistic with them. If they have them before any damage control is put in place, then we'll be ahead of the game. They won't have a chance to get the word out that they are fakes and a vast right wing conspiracy is out to do them harm." "Ok, but remember I have to cut the other tapes too. That will take time. The process will probably be longer than this one, because we will need to piece it together." "Ok, this is Monday. We will question him tomorrow and you should have whatever is left of tomorrow and Wednesday to work on the tapes. I would like to leave early on Thursday so they can be delivered on Friday early. Will that give you enough time?" "Ya, I think so. The dubbing together will be the biggest amount of time. Once that is done, then it's just a matter of recording the tapes, two at a time. They shouldn't be any longer than this one." "Ok, well if he is stable enough tomorrow, well work on him. I don't think it will take all that long. He should be fairly easy to break. Once he sees we have all of the information, he should give it up fairly easily. Somehow, I just don't think he's the kind of guy that will go down with the ship." Bubba left to work on the tapes and Frank went back to his tasks. Bob kept a constant watch on Snelling. He was down there every couple hours during the day to check his vitals and EKG printout. We sure didn't need a dead or crippled person to deliver to Chicago. It was about 4 when Bubba brought up a tape for us to watch. He had disguised Frank's and Bob's voice so it wouldn't be recognizable, but Snelling's voice was crystal clear. Every word he uttered could be understood, with no problem. Once he got the ok for it, he took it down to be dubbed onto 4 other tapes for delivery. Frank pulled out several packages of paper that he had brought with him. "This paper is only sold locally in South Carolina and Georgia. If they decide to do an investigation, the source of the paper will lead them away from here." He put on rubber gloves to open the paper and then started printing out the documents from Snelling's computer. He collated and stapled things together and packaged them up to be delivered with the tapes. The tape's cases would be wiped with a special cloth to remove any traces of fingerprints before they were delivered. I lit the charcoal in the grill and got things ready for supper. Snelling was still being fed via IV's, so he wasn't going to need anything to eat. I grilled some pork chops and we had some corn on the cob to go with them, along with a Dos Equis. After we ate, Bob went to check on Snelling again and then came up to talk with us. "I'm not sure how much of a strain we should put on him with our questioning. He is stable, but I'm not sure how good his heart is. It might be too much for him to take." "Well, let's give it a try tomorrow. We'll let you make the call. If we run into problems, you can alert us and we'll call it off. I'd really like to have him spill his guts when he's not under. But if that don't happen, we'll just have to go with what we have," Frank said. We all pretty much agreed that we didn't want a dead man on our hands, but we sure would like him to talk. It was fairly somber that night and we were all waiting for the morning questioning to see how that went. Bubba woke us around 7:30 with his breakfast and we made plans for the rest of the day. Frank was going to be doing the questioning, at least at first to see how it went. He would start slow, but gradually increase the pressure to get what we needed. Frank gathered things from his briefcase and we all headed downstairs. Bubba went to the recording area and made sure that all the machines had fresh tapes in them. He checked all the sound levels and then signaled to Frank that everything was ready. Bob went in first to get all the monitors set up properly and make sure Snelling was stable. Snelling peppered him with a bunch of questions and Bob just told him that he was a nurse here but someone was supposed to be coming to talk with him. Frank gathered up his collection of items, including a bunch of files he had printed out, and headed in to question our culprit. "Mr. Snelling, I see by your computer that you lead a very interesting life. Most of it is illegal, but it sure is interesting." "Who the hell are you and why am I here?" "You are here because you need to answer some questions for us. It seems like you've been a very naughty person and acting on orders from the White House. Most of what you've been doing is illegal and we are going to get to the bottom of this." "I ain't telling you a fucking thing. Now, who are you and why am I here?" Frank just ignored his ranting and proceeded with the questions. "It would appear, Mr. Snelling, that you have been doing things that are not only illegal, but could lead to the arrest of a lot of people and a big scandal. Now we know you are not doing this by yourself, so we want to know who is giving you orders." "I ain't telling you a fucking thing. Where the hell are we and why am I being held against my will?" "It seems like you have information that we need and we are going to keep you here until we get the answers we need. Who do you receive your orders from?" "Who the fuck are you?" "You are being very uncooperative Mr. Snelling. I am afraid if you keep this up we are going to have a very long and painful session. Now again, who are you taking your orders from?" "Fuck you, I ain't telling you a goddamn thing until I get some answers." "Ok Mr. Snelling, I'll answer some of your questions. If you need to have a name, you can call me number one. You are being held in a medical facility. We are here to obtain what all you have been doing for the White House. We have a bunch of files from your computer and there is already enough to put you away for a long time. But that is not what we want. You going to jail is not going to solve anything. If you cooperate with us, you will probably live through this. If not, then we'll just dump your body out in the ocean after we have chummed the water with some bloody fish and leave you to the sharks. Your level of pain depends on how soon and how well you cooperate with us." "I ain't telling you a damn thing. All the information you have is not worth a damn in court. You got it by kidnapping me and stealing it. There is no way I'm going to prison, so just let me go so I can get on with my life." "You don't seem to understand Mr. Snelling, we can do anything we want to. We kidnapped you and we can do with you exactly what we please. I will give you a guarantee that if you cooperate with us, you will not die. You will then be allowed to return to your normal life and do most of the things you do now. You will not be able to cause people pain by getting them audited, but the rest of your life will be fairly normal." "They'll come looking for me and you'll have a lot of explaining to do." "Who's they, Mr. Snelling? The hotel manager from Hawaii? Is he going to send out a search party? They just credited your card with the money for the hotel room you were renting. They don't care whether you occupy the room or not. Or maybe you're thinking about people from the Democratic Convention. They will be way too busy to come looking for you until after we have disposed of your body and by then it will be too late. No Mr. Snelling, your only hope of surviving is to satisfy our needs by talking. No one gives a shit about you but yourself." "You're wrong. The people at the convention will be looking for me. I have a special invitation and I will be missed. When I don't show up, there will be a lot of people looking for me." "Let's assume for a minute you might be right. Maybe someone from the convention will look for you. Now, let's also assume that I have a telegram sent from Hawaii explaining that you are having too much fun and will see them when you get back to Washington. Who do you think will be looking for you then?" "A lot of people. They know I wouldn't miss the convention. You won't get away with this. You will all end up in prison." "Ah, but Mr. Snelling, we already are getting away with this. We kidnapped you off of a street in Washington D. C., in broad daylight. Nobody said a thing. You've been missing for 3 days now. Do you hear anybody knocking on the door looking for you? Not only are we getting away with it, but also we can dispose of your body before the convention even begins. There will be no trace of you, or us, around here. You will just have disappeared and nobody will know where you went or how you died. No Mr. Snelling, your only hope of survival is to cooperate with us. Once we have what we want, then we will make sure you arrive in Chicago in time for the convention." "Fuck you people. I ain't telling you at fucking thing." "Now that's just a bad decision Mr. Snelling. You are giving us the impression that you are not a wise man. And if you are not a wise man, then we will have to educate you. Let's see, should we begin with diabetic shock so your entire system goes into convulsions, or should we start with physical pain? I wonder which would be the most practical and quickest?" "Fuck you, you're just trying to scare me. I don't scare that easy. I was in Viet Nam." "Yes we know you were in 'Nam, Mr. Snelling. So were we. But you were a desk jockey in Saigon while we were in the jungle, out in the places where there was real action, not the dangers of paper cuts. I'll bet those paper cuts were a real bitch. You probably had to have some slant eyed bitch kiss them and make them better, didn't you?" "Fuck you, I still ain't telling you a damn thing." Frank just shook his head and reached into his briefcase and pulled out a pair of vice-grips that are used by sheet metal workers. "See these things, Mr. Snelling? Normally, they are used by sheet metal workers to bend sheet metal. They have the wide jaws to grip real good and not slip off. But we have a different use for them. We attach them to a body part and slowly turn the adjusting screw to tighten the jaws on what we've grabbed on to. Here, let me give you a demonstration." Frank attached it to the toes on Snelling's foot. It was not a tight grip, at first. "Now, let's say that you don't answer a question in the proper manner. I turn this screw and the jaws get tighter. See how that works?" Snelling's face grimaced a bit, but he didn't say anything. "These things clamp down tight enough to grip a cigarette paper, so what ever is in between the jaws just gets thinner and thinner. Let me demonstrate again." Frank turned the adjustment screw and Snelling tensed up even farther. "Now let's assume that you still didn't answer, we just tighten it even more and, in this case, your toes get even more narrow." "You can break my fucking toes, but I still ain't going to tell you a fucking thing." "Oh Mr. Snelling, we aren't going to use this on your toes. No, that doesn't produce enough pain for our likings. The next place I attach these will be to your testicles." Snelling's eyes got very wide and he swallowed real hard. "Fuck you. You big, bad soldiers wouldn't have survived if I hadn't been sending you the equipment you needed. You don't scare me in the least. Bring it on. I went through school to withstand torture if I was captured." "Are you sure you want to take this course of action, Mr. Snelling? It is rather unnecessary on your part. We have the answers to what you have been doing; we just need the names of the people you've been doing it for. Are you sure you want to go through all of this just to protect some people who are using you to get things but don't give a damn about you?" "Oh, they give a damn about me. They take good care of me. When I get out of here, they'll be looking for you and will put you all away for a long time." "Really Mr. Snelling? You don't really believe that any more than I do. If they were going to take care of you, they wouldn't have let you be kidnapped. And once they find out we have all your secrets, they are going to drop you like you've got Leprosy. They don't care a damn about you. They only care about what you can do for them." "You're just full of shit. Besides, I don't think you really have any information from my computer at all. If you did, you wouldn't even be questioning me. This is all a bluff on your part." "Mr. Snelling, we may be kidnappers, thieves and other things, but we do not bluff. I have every file from your computer that is worth having. See this stack of documents here? I even printed them out. Let's see, here's one that shows the names of a group of people that you had audited. Does this look familiar to you, Mr. Snelling?" Frank held the paper up so he could see it. Snelling scanned it and he didn't look happy about it. "That's just one piece of paper. You could have gotten that from anywhere." "No Mr. Snelling, I got it from your computer. Just like I got this whole stack of paper that I printed out from your files that you had encoded. By the way, it's not very smart to use part of your Social Security number and your initials as your password. That's too easy to crack." "Fuck you, I'm still not telling you anything." "You're not leaving me with much of an option, Mr. Snelling. I don't really want to use these things on you, but if you're not going to cooperate with us, then my choice is very clear." Frank removed the vice-grips from his toes and loosened the opening on them. Then he pulled back the sheet to reveal Snelling's privates. He tried to struggle, but the restraints had him secured at the feet and thighs, so his movement was minimal. Frank put the vice-grips on his balls and closed the jaws on them, creating a little pressure that was very noticeable in Snelling's face. "Now that I have your attention, Mr. Snelling, who was your contact that gave you the names to audit?" "I don't know what you are talking about." "Now Mr. Snelling, that is not being cooperative at all." Frank gave a slight twist to the adjusting screw on the vice-grips. "Ow, damnit, that hurts." "You can relieve all the pain, Mr. Snelling, just tell us what we want to know." "No, this is illegal and you can't get away with it." Frank turned the adjusting screw a bit more. "Ow, no, I don't know, stop, please. I don't know who called me." "Now that's more cooperative, Mr. Snelling. Now let's try some more things. What was that list of people audited for?" "I don't know, really I don't know." "Now that is just not true, Mr. Snelling. We know different. So you have lied to me again." Frank reached for the screw again and Snelling yelled, "No, wait, I'll tell you." "That's better Mr. Snelling. Now, why were they audited?" "I think that is the group that was wanting to investigate Attorney General Reno about Waco." "So you used IRS audits to dissuade enemies of the administration?" "Yes, but I was just following orders. It's not my fault." "Well, if it's not your fault, then you won't mind telling us about all the things you've done under orders, will you?" "I'll tell you what I can, but I don't know a whole lot. Can you remove them things now, they hurt." "We'll have to wait to see how cooperative you are Mr. Snelling. You've not been all that cooperative without them on. Now, who gave you the orders?" "I don't know who gave me the orders. I would just receive a phone call from the White House and they'd give me names that needed to be audited. I would recognize the voice, but I never did know their names." "If you don't know their names, how do you know they were from the White House?" "Please, take that thing off of me. I can't talk like this." "You're doing just fine, Mr. Snelling, now how do you know they were from the White House?" "I was at several receptions at the White House and talked to a lot of people there. They told me they'd be calling me with names and I should take care of them." "And you're sure they were from the White House, not just people that attended the party?" "Yes. Now can you take these things off of me?" "Well, let's see how you do for the next few questions and then we'll think about it. Now, what were some of the other people you had audited?" "Please, I'll answer your questions, but these things hurt." "Just answer the questions, Mr. Snelling. What were some of the other people you had audited?" "Well, some of them were opposing the Health Care legislation that the Clinton's wanted passed. I got several groups of those names. Please take these things off." "Ok Mr. Snelling, I'll take them off. But if you are not cooperative, I'll put them back on and tighter the next time." Frank removed the vice-grips and put them to the side, but still in sight of Snelling so he would not forget they were available. "Now Mr. Snelling, you were telling us about the groups you had audited. There were the people wanting to investigate the Waco incident and the people opposing the Health Care legislation. Are there any others?" "There were some that they wanted audited to discourage them from things like the investigations or the missing files and of Vince Foster's death. I don't remember all of the reasons. They just called me and I found a reason to get them audited." "What about using audits to get donations? Did you do that?" "Yes. Several people I had audited decided to give donations to the Democratic National Committee after they found they could avoid an audit." Bob was signaling Frank to wrap it up and pointing to the blood pressure cuff. "Mr. Snelling, you have been very cooperative after we persuaded you. I am going to let you rest for a while now. We will be bringing you something to eat very soon. You rest and we'll talk again." Frank walked out and Bob followed after a couple minutes. "His blood pressure was going up very quickly. I don't know how much more he can take. Maybe one more short session, but I don't think he's going to take too much stress." "Thanks Bob. We'll let him eat and then see how he's feeling. Maybe we can get an afternoon session in and then we can wrap things up," Frank said. We left Gary on watch and went upstairs. Bubba followed shortly behind us and told us that all the recordings came out great. I went to start the charcoal to cook lunch and Bubba got a TV dinner out to nuke for Snelling. We needed to wrap things up this afternoon so Bubba could dub the tapes and the record some VHS tapes for delivery. ------- Chapter 17 While I was cooking lunch, Bob took Snelling his "hospital meal" and released his arms so he could eat it. Bob told us he almost inhaled the food and had asked for more, but was told nothing more until his system proved it was ready for solid food. I cooked us each a burger and we ate while discussing what we wanted to accomplish this afternoon. Frank didn't think we'd get much more information out of him, but we needed to get the tape to reveal some of how he got started in his activities. He wanted a history of the White House's involvement in things so the people could take some sort of action. After we finished lunch, Frank made some notes and let Snelling sort of recuperate from the morning session. Once Frank was satisfied with the direction he was going to lead the questioning, he gathered a bunch of papers and we headed back downstairs. Frank let Bob go in first to gather the tray and bring it out. Then Bob checked his vitals and nodded to Frank, who was looking through the window in the door, that it was ok to proceed. Frank walked in with his notes and put them on the table. "Did you enjoy your meal, Mr. Snelling?" "Yes, but I'd enjoy it even more if I wasn't here." "Well, if you cooperate with us, I will guarantee you that you will be delivered to Chicago on Saturday about the time your flight was scheduled to arrive from Hawaii. We will make sure you get to the hotel on time to claim your room. But all of that depends on your continued cooperation with us." "I don't have a choice now. You already have most of the information, so there is no reason not to cooperate. Just ask me what you want to know and I'll tell you what I can." "I'm glad to hear that you've come to your senses, Mr. Snelling. I don't like hurting people, but we do need to find out the answers to these questions. Now, how did you get involved with the White House?" "I worked on their campaign in Virginia and helped them raise money, starting in '90. They found out I was very good at getting contributions for them and had me working only on that for the rest of the election." "What else did they have you doing?" "As things began to get going, they asked me to get some information from the IRS about donations made by individuals and corporations. It took me a bit to get time on the computer, but I got them a list of contributors of large amounts. I had to hide my activities by requesting a run on the computer for certain items I was looking for to do my job. We only get a specified time to get a run completed, so I had to work fast to get what they needed. I put their run through first and then got what I needed for my job." "What specific information were they looking for?" "They wanted to know who gave over $10,000." "Who asked you for that information?" "I don't know his name, but he was about 5 foot 10, medium build with a receding hairline." "Did they ask you for other information?" "Yes, they'd ask me for the names of corporations that donated over a certain amount and about selected individuals and what they donated." "Did they offer to pay you for this information?" "No, but I was told that I would be rewarded for all my good work." "Who told you that?" "I don't remember anymore, but it was one of the campaign people from Arkansas, I think. Anyway, he had a pretty thick accent." "Did you ever get to meet the Clintons?" "Yes, they are really nice. I sort of fell in love with her. She's very pretty and just so nice to talk to." "Were you ever alone with her?" "No. But I would have liked to have had a date with her. But I know that would be out of the question since she's in the position she is. But there was always someone around when I was talking with them." "Did they ask you for anything?" "No, but she said she had heard that I'd been real helpful and that they would take care of me if they were elected." "Did they take care of you?" "Well, I sure got my promotion. I got that shortly after they took office." "Did you get a chance to thank them?" "No. They're pretty busy so I never get to talk to them unless I'm at a function at the White House, and then we are never alone so I could say anything about it." "But you're sure that your promotion was a reward for you helping them?" "I just know I had been told I wasn't going any higher at my last performance review. They said I lacked the education to proceed up the ladder. That was in June of '92. Then in March of '93, I got my promotion to Assistant Director in charge of auditing standards. I really don't have a lot to do now. I just set up conditions that flag certain returns and conditions for audits. You know, like if a certain condition is present on any return, then it is flagged for an audit." "How do you get the names of people to audit from the White House?" "I get a call from the White House and they give me a list of names." "What do you do then?" "I pull each return and see what I can find as a reason to flag it for an audit and then make sure that particular return is in the sample that is flagged." "How many would you get at a time?" "It depends on what is going on. Usually it is under 50 returns, but sometimes it is over that. The biggest group was from the people that were fighting the Health Care Initiative Mrs. Clinton had worked so hard on." "How many did you get to audit from that group?" "I don't really know, but it was in the thousands. I'd get a list of names and then I'd make sure they got audited. Sometimes I'd even expand the list myself. I would look at their list and if I could include their clients, I would." "Is there anyone else involved with the White House that you know of?" "Not from the IRS, but there are people from the Justice Department, Immigration, FBI, ATF, HUD, State Department, Bureau of Indian Affairs, Interior Department and CIA. I don't know their names, but I have heard them talking about having people working for them in those places." "Who have you heard talking about that?" "I don't know his name, but he works in the White House. He's a short man with a crew cut, but he doesn't have an Arkansas accent." "Is there anyone else that you know of that is working for the White House in other agencies?" "No, I think that is it. Just the ones I named." "Ok, Mr. Snelling, you've done good. We'll see that you get more food tonight. We may have more questions for you later, but for now that is it. Thank you for your help." Frank walked out and Bob followed a short time later. "Bubba, I think you can start dubbing things now and get the tape ready to be delivered." "I'm on it, Frank. I'll have the voices altered and it should be ready in a couple hours or so. How much of the pain do you want to leave in?" "Might as well leave the entire thing intact. We will not be able to use this in court, so there is no reason they should not see it. Maybe the word will get out to other people and if we need to question them, they will know what is coming. It'll make our job a lot easier." "Gotcha, Frank. I'll have the tape ready for you to approve in a couple hours." We left Bubba to his devices and went upstairs. "Earl, can you think of anything we left out?" Frank asked. "Yep, you didn't let me get my hands on him. That mother fucker needs to be taught some manners and why it's not nice to fuck with people." "Earl, we agreed that we didn't want a dead man on our hands. His condition is not all that stable and we want to be able to deliver him on Saturday night, in one piece. Not in a body bag." "Ya, ya, I know. But it sure would make me feel better. I'd like to have something for my five thousand." "I guarantee you that you will have something. You are going to see an administration that is unable to do anything of any consequence at all in his last term. They will be frustrated at every turn." "That helps, but not much. I'd like to carry one of his ears on my belt for a while." "Look Earl, this guy's just a soldier. He's not the one giving the orders. Yes, everything he did was wrong, but the one you really want is the Clintons, and there ain't no way you're going to get them. We've taken them down as far as we can, now let's just enjoy our victory because it's all we're going to get," Frank finally said. "Aw, I guess you're right Frank, I just hate leavin' things this way. I know we ain't fightin' a jungle war, but it sure leaves me empty knowin' that communist asshole is gonna be rulin' this nation for the next 4 years with all that he's done." "I promise you, Earl, he is going to be so restricted that he will not be able get anything he wants through Congress. We didn't bury him, but we sure as hell crippled him." "Ya, ok Frank. I'll take your word for it." "Frank," Bob said, "we are going to have to take out the catheter pretty soon. With him taking solid food, he's going to need to shit." "Yes, I guess he will. Since we don't have any floor covering, if he says anything about it, we'll just tell him it is a new wing of the building and they haven't got to that yet because the concrete hasn't cured." "Shit," I said, "we forgot to put some tile down. Damn Frank, why didn't you say something sooner? We could have put it down while he was out." "It's not a big thing. Besides, we've spent enough time and money on this asshole." Bob went downstairs and removed the catheter and made sure that the camera in the bathroom was working. We didn't want a suicide after we'd come this far. Frank went to make some phone calls to the congressmen who he wanted to get the tapes to. He returned in about 45 minutes and told us that it was all set up. "I'm going to fly out in the morning to Crestwood-Howell, close to Chicago and then send the packages from there. I am also going to try and make a deal with a cab driver to meet us there when we deliver Snelling. I'll give him partial payment and tell him he'll get the rest when he shows up on Saturday." "How are you going to guarantee that?" I asked. "Simple, I'll just tear two-one hundred dollar bills in half and give him one half and keep the other half. If he wants to collect the rest, he'll be there." We smiled and I went to start the fire for the steaks. Once the fire was ready, I took the steaks out and Bubba nuked a Salisbury steak for Snelling. The talk around the dinner table was kind of subdued. Now that we had what we needed, it was just a matter of closing the mission down. It's always sad when a mission ends. All the adrenalin drains out and the high is gone. It's just a matter of getting back to camp and debriefing. Bubba finished the tape after dinner and brought it up for us to watch. Once we saw it and approved of everything, he took it back down and ran copies for Frank to deliver. However, we still had a problem. Tomorrow was Wednesday, and we couldn't get rid of Snelling until Saturday. Things had gone too smoothly. We discussed options, but we didn't want him out in public until we had a chance to get the tapes delivered. "What about calling the hotel and finding out if he could come in on Friday night?" Butch asked. "Well, that's a possibility. That would cut this thing a day short and we could all use to get away from the stress. Why don't you folks try that tomorrow when I'm flying up there and let me know before I get to Chicago? That way I can fix it with the cab driver." "Ya, but how are we gonna keep a phone call from showing up coming from here to the hotel?" I asked. "I've got a lash up on my phone that allows me to dial in and then place a call from that number. Call my home phone and when you hear the tone, press 827 and wait for the dial tone. Then just place the call like you would normally," Frank said. "Well, that still leaves Wednesday, Thursday and part of Friday to take care of him. How are we going to keep him calm enough to not be a problem?" Gary asked. "Well, I can keep him partially sedated so he won't be much of a problem. He won't be asleep, but he'll be drowsy and not very active," Bob told us. "I guess that would work," Frank said. "He's got a couple crossword magazines in his briefcase we could give him to work on while he's here." "Hopefully, that will keep him pacified," I said. At 9, Bob went down to sedate him for the night and we set up the watches so he wouldn't get into any trouble. Bubba still had two tapes he needed to record, so he took the first watch. We were up early on Wednesday. Frank wiped all the tapes down to remove any fingerprints and then packaged everything in envelopes and printed a label out for each. Once that was done, Butch, Gary and I drove him over to the landing strip and helped him get his plane out of the hanger. After the pre-flight check, he took off for Chicago. We got back to the house and had Gary make the phone call to the hotel through Frank's phone. They said he could check in late on Friday, anytime after 6 PM. Then we contacted Frank on the secure cell phone and gave him the news. He said he'd arrange things with the taxi driver. Bob went down to check on Snelling and gave him the crossword books from his briefcase. I took over the watch at 2 and was basically bored out of my skull until I was relieved. Frank got back shortly after 4 and said that everything was all set up with the taxi driver and he'd meet us at Crestwood-Howell around 9 on Friday night. He knew Snelling was going to be in a wheelchair and that wasn't a problem. He had sent the packages via Fed-Ex to the congressmen and they would get them by 9 tomorrow morning. That night and Thursday dragged by. We were all happy to see Friday roll around. Around 4, Bob sedated Snelling and then put a catheter in place for the flight. He would remove it when they arrived in Chicago. Gary, Dave and Bob loaded Snelling into Gary's plane and they departed for Chicago. Frank and Butch took off too and headed for D.C. That left Bubba, Earl and myself to clean things up. We decided that we'd go fishing early in the morning and then clean the house and dismantle the room downstairs. We could stash all the lumber and stuff in the cave, behind the passageway. We opened a beer and sat back to toast the end to a successful mission. Bob called about 10:15 on the secure cell phone and told us that the package had been delivered and they were headed home. Bubba got on the phone and told them to smash their phones and put them in a dumpster away from their homes. They said they would. We had another beer and then headed for bed. We were up at 4:30. Bubba MUST eat breakfast, so we all had a good meal and then headed for the lake. We didn't catch much, but we were out and relaxing after the mission. We got back in around 10 and began to dismantle the room. There was plenty of room in the cave for it, so there wouldn't be any problem. We took a break for lunch and by 3, the only evidence of a room down there was some small holes in the concrete where I had shot the nails in. We opted for Mexican that night and drove over to Theodosia. We all stuffed ourselves and the food was great. We had more Dos Equis when we got back and Earl and Bubba decided they'd leave in the morning. We swapped lies until about 2 and then crashed. After breakfast, they took off and I set about cleaning up the house. I had a bunch of laundry to do and it took me all morning to get it done. After I had everything done, I had a chance to sit down and think about what all had transpired. It was amazing it went so smooth, but I was thankful for that. Then the problem with the girls came into my mind. I didn't know how this was going to play out, but I knew I was going to need some help. Bubba came to mind. He'd lived in this area most of his life and knew a lot of people. I decided I'd call him on the problem and maybe he'd have a solution for me. But that could wait until tomorrow. I was going to enjoy being alone for tonight. ------- Chapter 18 The next morning, I arose feeling refreshed and ready to meet the world again. After living by myself for so long, company is nice in short doses. I was reminded of that saying, "fish and visitors smell after three days." As much as I loved all the guys, they can be a bit difficult to take at times. Maybe I was getting old and cranky. I cleaned things up around the house and got things back to shipshape and opted for a ride on the lake. I went down and cranked up the bass boat and idled out of the cove. Once I was clear, I cranked it up to full throttle and headed up the lake. I wasn't going any place in particular, just going. I got as far as the Lead Hill Marina before the tank I was using ran out. I switched tanks and pulled in to the marina and filled up the empty tank. Then I headed on up the lake. I rode along at full throttle until I got to Beaver Creek and then decided to head back home. I stopped at Lead Hill again and filled up both tanks before heading on home. The wind in my face does wonders to clear the head. I got back to the house and took a shower to wash the sweat off and then drove over to Wayne and LeVerne's resort and found LaVerne at the front desk, checking some people in. I waited until she was done and had showed them to their cottage and returned. "How are the girls workin' out," I asked. "Oh my god, they are great. I don't know how we lived without them before. They've got a job here every summer they wanna work." "Well, I'm glad to hear that. They are great kids and they needed a break. I sure am glad you needed some help." "Did we ever. Now, I actually have time to bitch at Wayne for not doin' things around here." "I don't think I wanna get in on that situation, LaVerne. But if the girls are gonna be finished with their work this evenin', I thought I'd treat them to a meal." "Ya, they should finish up about 4 or so. I don't see any problem with that. Why don't you go talk to them? They're workin' over in cabin 9." I thanked her and walked over to the cabin. I stuck my head in the door and said, "I was told there was some sexy girls workin' around here, anybody seen 'em?" They both shrieked and pulled me inside and closed the door. Then I was attacked with kisses. "We've missed you so much and we're so glad to see you," Sally said. "And besides that, we are both really horny," Bridget put in. "Now I can't believe that. It's only been a bit better than a week. Ya'all can't be that horny." "If you stand still long enough, you'll damn sure find out if we are," Sally spoke up. "Well, I was thinkin' that if ya'all could finish up around here today, I'd take ya out for dinner." That brought on more kisses and hugs. "We've got a couple more cabins to clean and then we're done for the day. What time do you want us?" Bridget asked. "Well, LaVerne said ya'all be done about 4 or so, how about I pick ya'all up at 5 and we'll go over to Theodosia for some Mexican food?" "As long as you take us away from here and fuck us before you bring us back, we don't care," Bridget said. "Ok, well then I'll pick ya'all up at 5." I got another round of kisses and gropes in and then headed back to the office and told LaVerne I was going to pick them up and go to dinner about 5. She thanked me and I headed back home. I picked them up at 5 in the pickup since it had a bench seat. They got strapped in and we headed for Theodosia and the Mexican restaurant. We had a nice meal and then headed back to my place. I heard all about their working and how bored they were with no single guys around. As soon as we got to my place, they pushed me into the bedroom and began stripping my clothes off while they practically ripped theirs off. There were kisses all around and tits pushed into my mouth and quickly, a mouth surrounded my cock and proceeded to get me fully erect. Sally straddled my hips while Bridget straddled my head and they both lowered themselves onto me. It didn't take either one of them long to orgasm and then they switched. I wasn't allowed to do much of anything except use my tongue and occasionally thrust my hips up to meet a very tight pussy that was descending onto me. They switched twice more before I finally shot a load into Bridget's clinging pussy. Sally dove between her legs to suck the cum from her pussy and Bridget used her mouth to clean me and start me getting hard again. By the time I finally came the second time, this time in Sally, I was done for the night. We kissed and cuddled and then all three of us took a shower and washed and sucked each other in there. I got them back to the resort about 11 with a promise that I wouldn't stay away so long this time. I drove back home and collapsed in the waterbed amid the fragrance of fucking and slipped off to a well-deserved sleep. I got up the next morning and began to devise a strategy for the girls. I would need Bubba's advice, but I thought I'd give him a few days to rest and be away from me so we could stand each other again. I figured the best way would be to have them make a complaint to the Sheriff or Social Services. That way their complaint would be on record and some action would have to be taken. I was going to let Bubba give me advice on this one since he knew the system down here a lot better than I did. I had the extra house they could live in, under my supervision, so they would not be sharing a house with a single man. I could only hope that it would convince them everything was on the up and up. I knew they couldn't spring a surprise visit on us, so that wasn't a worry. I would make sure they attended school and encourage them to think about going to college. I knew their mother was getting an allotment check from their dad and the army for them, and I could just put that in the bank towards college. I didn't need the money. On Wednesday, I finally called Bubba. I had him switch to the secure mode and then we talked. I gave him a run down on the girls and asked if he knew anyone that could help us or where I should start. "A buddy of mine that I went to high school with is the Sheriff in Boone County. I'm sure he'd help you. But we need to get all your things in order before we try anything like this. The best thing would be for the girls to call their dad and let him know what was going on. Then see if he would agree to allow them to live at your place. If you can get that to happen, then we've got a down hill pull. Once he gives his approval, it's just a formality to get Family Service to agree to it. And with the Sheriff on your side, there shouldn't be a problem." "Thanks Bubba, I really appreciate it. I'll get the girls to call their dad and then maybe I can talk to him and he can tell them I was a army buddy and just want what's best for his kids." "When you plannin' on goin' over there?" "Well, the girls need to work until the day after Labor Day, so probably next Wednesday." "Ok, I'll come up on Tuesday and we'll make a trip to see Dale. He owes me some favors anyway. Once we get him on our side, then we'll take the girls over on Wednesday and file a complaint. He'd love to make a big bust on drugs in an election year." "Ya, it would look good on his record." "Ok, then I'll see you early Tuesday." "Thanks Bubba, I really appreciate it." We hung up and I headed over to the resort to talk with the girls. I caught up with LaVerne and told her I needed to talk with the girls. She told me which cabin they were in and I walked over there. I got a big kiss from each of them and then I told them why I was there. "Do you know how to get in touch with your dad?" "Ya, I've got the number in my wallet," Sally said. "Ok, then we'll give him a call tonight. I'll pick you up and we'll call him from my house." They agreed and I told them I'd see them after work. I got another kiss from them and walked back to the office. "What time are the girls gonna get done today, LaVerne?" "Probably about 4 or so. They won't have a lot to do until Sunday when folks start checking out." "Ok, well then I'll pick them up around 5 and take them to dinner. They wanna contact their dad and I'm gonna let them call from my place." "You sure do take care of them girls." "Well, their dad was an old army buddy of mine and I sorta look after them with him up in Alaska. Their mom ain't much for bein' a parent." "Well, if you was a bit younger, I'd have my suspicions about your motives. Them's two pretty young ladies." "LaVerne, them two youngsters would kill me if I was to get hooked up with them. I'm an old man." "Ya, that's why I think you're pretty safe for them." "Now, if you ever decide to get shed of Wayne, then I'll be over here chasin' you. You're much closer to my age." "Darlin', you'd never be able to handle all of this. You'd be better off with them young 'uns. They'll eventually wear out. I don't." We laughed and I headed back to the house. When I got back to the house, I put out some steaks to thaw for supper. I tried to organize my thoughts about talking to the girls' father. I needed a reasonable explanation about my taking them in. I really couldn't come up with anything that was reasonable because I didn't know him. I would let the girls come up with their version of things. I did want him to know that I had their best interests at heart and wanted him to know that any money I got would be put towards their future education. I also wanted to assure him that this was not a drug atmosphere and they would not be in the company of junkies. I jotted some notes down and then waited until it was time to pick them up. I was there at 5 and they were waiting for me. After we drove away from the resort and were out of sight, I got a bunch of kisses and Bridget was stroking me through my jeans as I was driving. Once we got back to the house, we had a serious talk. "How are you gonna tell your dad that we met?" "Probably that we were lookin' to get out of the house and we met you at a convenience store a couple years back. This is not a new problem and he knows it. We'll tell him we got to talkin' to you and you found out he was in the army and you helped us, because of him," Sally replied. "What are ya'all gonna tell him about the proposed livin' arrangements?" "We'll tell him you have a house that is not being used on the property and we can rent it from you. Then we can go to school and study. We'll also tell him you have a computer that we can use to help our grades. We'll say we will cook the meals for you in exchange for some of the rent," Sally continued. "Now, for the important part. Do you think he's gonna buy it?" "I think so. He knows about our mom and he was not able to take us because of where he lived. I think he'll be glad that we found somewhere to live." "Ok, well then place the call. Sally, you can use this phone and Bridget can use the cordless so ya'all can be on at the same time." Sally dialed the number and got one of the men that live in the barracks. Their dad was on duty and wouldn't be off for another two hours. Sally asked the man if he would leave a note for him to stay there and she would call back about 30 minutes after he got off duty. He said he would not only leave a note, but would tell him too. She thanked him and then hung up. I went to light the grill and we waited until the coals burned down. Then I put the steaks on while they nuked some potatoes and cooked some corn on the cob. It was a great meal and they cleaned everything up afterwards. When that was done, they came to sit on my lap and I got a bunch of kisses. We kissed and chatted until it was time to call their dad again. Sally placed the call and evidently he was waiting by the phone. "Hi Daddy, it's Sally. We miss you." "Yes, I'm here too, Daddy." "No Daddy, we're not all right. We're afraid to live with Mom anymore. She's been tellin' them druggies that they can have us if they can get us. We're afraid to sleep there anymore. We've been stayin' at a friend's house and he found us a job until Labor Day," Sally told him. "Yes Daddy, he's perfectly safe. We met him a couple years ago at a convenience store when we were dodgin' Mom. He used to be in the army and when we told him you were too, he kinda took us in. We always run away over here when things get bad. But this time I don't think we can go back," Sally continued. "Yes, we know we can't come up there, Daddy. But he has a house on his property we can live in and we could probably use your allotment check to pay rent. He's also got a computer that we can use for homework and we'd cook the meals to help pay the rent." "Yes, we've discussed this with him. He's ok with it. He's here, do you wanna talk with him?" Sally said. "Ok, his name is Ron." She handed me the phone. "Hello Sarge, this is Ron." "I want to thank you for helping my daughters, I really appreciate it. Their mom is a real bitch and I'm beginning to believe they may be in danger." "That's what I'm thinkin', Sarge. That's why I offered them the house. It is what I lived in until I built one. It's one of them manufactured homes and is pretty nice. They'd have everything they need." "How much are you going to charge them for rent?" "Actually, I'm not going to charge them. Everything that comes in will be put in a savings account for their college fund. I'm not using the house and I don't really need the money. They'll be there and keepin' the house up so it don't get invaded by mice. So they are doin' me a favor too. I just hate to see kids have to go through this kind of shit. It's hard enough growin' up without an additional ration of shit on the side." "Are you married?" "No Sarge, I haven't found anyone that would put up with an ol' asshole like me. I think I'm to set in my ways to get married again. My ex will verify that statement." "I don't put much stock in what ex's say. I'm just worried about the girls, you know living with a single man." "Not to worry about that, Sarge, I just wanna help them get on with their lives. They'll be in a completely different house than me. It's about 50 yards away so I can keep an eye on them and make sure they don't throw any wild parties." "Where all did you serve?" "I was in Special Forces until I retired in '92. I was last stationed at Bragg as an instructor. I had bought this property when I was on leave from a tour in 'Nam. After I retired, I built a house here and just enjoy fishin' and bein' retired. I was in a bunch of places, 'Nam, Grenada, Panama, Afghanistan and Iraq in Desert Storm. Not too much easy livin' but it kept my attention span up." "So, how'd you meet the girls?" "They were hangin' out at a convenience store one time and we got to talkin'. They told me about the problems they were havin' and I tried to help 'em out as best I could. I had an old car and I gave it to them so they'd be able to get away when they needed to. It wasn't much, but it was transportation for them. Kids don't need to be trapped in a situation like that." "You've got that right. I don't know what I ever saw in that bitch, but she was good in the sack. How are you gonna handle this with their mom?" "I don't think I wanna handle it. I was thinkin' about goin' to the Sheriff and Family Services about the problem. I've got a friend that might be able to pull some strings and get them to allow the girls to live here. That way, they could get the allotment check moved to come to me and I could put it in the bank for them. That's the only legal way I know to do it. I think it would help our cause if you and I said we were friends from the army. That'd give me some reason for wantin' to look after them that seems a bit more reasonable." "I don't see anything wrong with that. Do you think Family Services will allow that kind of arrangement?" "Well, I'm sure hopin' they will. Like I said, I've got a friend who thinks he can help. He went to school with the Sheriff." "I sure wish I could take them, but there ain't no place for them up here. This is a restricted base and there is no families allowed. I'm still a bit skeptical about them living with a single man, but it sounds like a better plan than what they've got now." "Sarge, I can assure you that I will never force myself on them. You've got my word on that." "Well, I'll take that. Can I talk to the girls now?" "Sure Sarge, thanks for the vote of confidence. Here they are." "Hi Daddy, we're back." "Yes Daddy, he's really nice. He gave us an old car so we wouldn't be stuck there with her and her druggie friends," Sally said. "Oh yes Daddy, it's a really nice house. Bridget and me would have our own room and our own bathroom too. And it's got a nice kitchen where we can cook." "Oh Daddy, he's too old for that. He's older than you," Bridget said. "Well, I guess he could, but I'm sure he'd want someone closer to his age than us. He's nice and everything but he's just not like that. He just wants us to be happy," Sally brought up. "No Daddy, we promise there won't be any wild parties. I don't think we'll have time for that. We have to go across the ferry to get to school and it's about a 45-minute drive to get there. Then we have to be back before the ferry shuts down for the night. By the time we got our homework done, there wouldn't be anytime for a party," Bridget chimed in. "Yes Daddy, we know that Mom will put up a fight, but we're gonna tell the Sheriff what she's been doin' and we think he'll help with Family Services. We really are scared to sleep over there. We're afraid that one of Mom's friends will just climb in bed with us and rape us. Besides gettin' raped, they're probably infected with somethin' too. They could really kill us," Sally said. "Yes Daddy, we will call you and let you know what is happenin'. We're supposed to go see the Sheriff and Family Services on Wednesday. Once we know somethin', we'll call you first thing," Bridget told him. "Yes Daddy, we love you too," they both said. "Bye now Daddy, thanks for helping and understanding." They hung the phone up and were sort of quiet. I guess they really did miss their father. That old saying of "out of sight, out of mind," is true to some degree, I guess. I went over and sat between them and put my arms around them and just hugged them to let them know they were not alone. They both sort of melted against me and then hugged each other too. After a few minutes, Sally looked up at me and said, "would you mind if we didn't fuck tonight? It's just that we're both kinda sad." "Darlin', that is fine. I've never forced myself on ya'all and I won't start now. I really do want ya'all to be happy. Sex is never a requirement with us." "Well, sometimes it is when we're really horny," Bridget sort of giggled. "Well, it isn't on my part anyway. I can enjoy your company without havin' to fuck ya'all." We sat and I let them run things through their mind and then we chatted about a lot of things. We talked about school and what was likely to happen when we talked to the Sheriff. Then we talked about the possibility of them going to college. Both of them really wanted to go, but they never figured they'd have a chance. Now it was definitely a good probability and they were looking forward to it. I reminded them they'd need good grades to get in and good study habits to stay in. We figured they could start in the Junior College at Harrison and then transfer to Arkansas after two years. Sally thought she might want to be a teacher and Bridget wanted to go to art classes. I knew they'd probably change their minds a dozen times before they even got to college and probably than many more after they got into the classes, but I didn't say anything. Ain't no sense in destroying someone's dream. Life will do enough of that without my help. I took them back to the resort around 10 or so and told them I'd be looking for them on Tuesday evening when they were through with work. I got a quick kiss from both of them before they opened the door and the interior light came on. I headed back home, proud of myself for helping two kids that really needed it. Yes, I'd probably get some sex out of it, but not any more than I would have if they were living somewhere else. Sex was a completely different issue. I slept good that night. ------- Chapter 19 The rest of the week passed fairly quickly. However, the weekend didn't. The locals don't venture out on the lake on holidays. It's just too much of a hassle for us since we're used to not having to share the lake with outsiders. So, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, I just stayed on the property and piddled around. I did some work on some of the web sites that I keep up for customers, but that didn't really kill much time. I tried to catch some news from the convention that might give a hint on how successful we had been, but I couldn't detect anything. The presidential campaign was in full swing with lies flying all over the place. It is my opinion that the "truth in advertising" law should apply to politicians also. That might cut down on some of the lies, but I even wonder about that. They don't pay any attention to other laws, so why would that one stop them? I knew the girls would be really busy over the weekend, so I didn't even go over there. Tuesday would be their big day. Everyone would have checked out and they would be in a non-stop cleaning mode. Bubba showed up around 9 on Tuesday morning. We got caught up on things and then headed for Harrison, the county seat of Boone County. We found the Sheriff's office and went in. Bubba asked for the Sheriff at the desk and we were told he was in court. They directed us to the courtroom and we walked over there. We stuck our head inside the courtroom and Bubba saw the Sheriff sitting up front with the Prosecuting Attorney. There was no way to signal to him so we just waited. It took about an hour before there was a recess. Bubba made his way up front and tapped the Sheriff on the shoulder. "Did you get caught doin' some of your old shenanigans?" The Sheriff turned around and looked at Bubba for a couple seconds and then stood up and shook his hand. "You old reprobate, what the hell are you doin' in this neck of the woods?" "Well, I heard that you'd become a Sheriff and I just had to come see for myself. It's hard to believe that someone as wild as you were actually became a peace officer." "Well, it takes someone like that to catch these assholes. How long you gonna be around?" "Oh, a day or so. But me and my buddy here need to talk to you about a problem." "Ok, well I think this asshole is about to change his plea to guilty since he found out we had enough evidence to convict him. If he does that, then I should be out of here in about 45 minutes. Why don't you stick around and see if that's what happens. If it don't, then I'll meet you for lunch around 12:30. Just wait outside in the hall and we'll put on the feed bag." "You got it. Besides, I think you owe me a couple meals from that bet you lost about Mary Lou." "Ya, who knew she'd fall for an asshole like you. Whatever happened to her, anyway?" "I don't know. I sorta lost track of her after I enlisted. When I came back on my first leave, she wasn't around. Might have gone to college, but I doubt it. She wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer." "Na, more than likely, she hooked up with someone and got hitched. She's more a housewife than a career girl." "Ya, probably got a dozen kids and her tits are ridin' down around her knees by now." "Damn, she sure did have great headlights." "Ya, and the high beams came on real easy too." "Ya, them sweaters she wore didn't really hide all that much." The judge walked back in and called the court to order. Sure enough, the defense attorney told the judge that the defendant wanted to change his plea to guilty. After asking some questions, the Judge dismissed the jury and thanked them. Then told the court that the defendant would be held over for sentencing on the next court date. The next case was called and the Sheriff excused himself and met us out in the hall after attending to some other duties. "Dale, I'd like you to meet Ron here. He and I swallowed some of the same dirt a lot of times over the years. He's got a problem and some information for you." "Good to meet you, Ron. I sure hope you ain't a whole lot like this guy here." "Naw, I'm sorta civilized compared to him." "Let's go over to the office. We can talk in private there and we'll see what we can do." We walked over to his office and he closed the door after we were in. "Ok Ron, what can I do for you?" "Well Sheriff, I've got sort of a problem and some information for you. There are these two young girls that have come to me for help. Their mother is a doper and is now tellin' her boy friends that they can have the girls if they can get 'em. I figured you could use the information to take her and her friends out of the picture." "Yep, we sure can. Do you know what she's doin'?" "Accordin' to the girls, a lot of meth, grass and some coke." "Any idea about her supplier?" "Nope, but the girls might be able to put you on to him." "Well, there's an abundance of that shit around here. Since this is so rural, they get back in the hills and it's real hard to find out where they're cookin' that shit. The grass pretty much grows wild down here. They have to be importin' the coke though. It generally comes off I-44 up around Springfield, some of it comes off I-40, but not all that much." "Well, like I said, I don't have much info on that. Probably the girls would be the best bet for the source." "Ok, now what do you need from me?" "Their father and I served together some and I don't want them girls livin' in that situation. I was hopin' you could put in a good word with Family Services to get me appointed as their guardian." "Where's their father?" "He's at a restricted base up in Alaska. Him and their mother were divorced some time ago." "Are you married?" "Nope, that's where we need your help. I know this is really unusual, but they don't have any other kin around here. I've got a house on my property they can live in, and I'll make sure they have food. In fact, they are plannin' on cookin' for all of us. Plus, I will make sure they attend school and try to prepare for college. I've told their father that I would take all the allotment check and put it in a bank for their college. The girls and I have talked about them goin' to college and they're all for it. They didn't see any way they could with them livin' with their mom." "Well, you got it right when you said it was an unusual situation. This is gonna be a pretty hard sell to Family Service. Do you live in Boone County?" "Nope, I'm right across the line in Marion County. I'm on the north side of the lake, but in Arkansas. I'm probably about 5 miles from the county line and about 7 miles from the border with Missouri." "Well, how were you plannin' on handlin' this?" "I was gonna bring the girls over tomorrow to file a report with you and then with Family Services. I would have brought them today, but I got them a job working at a resort and they're cleanin' today." "How are they gonna work and go to school, too?" "The job is done after today. It was just for the season. But the owners said they've done such a good job, that they've got a job there every season as long as they wanna work there." "How old are these girls?" "Sally's 17 and Bridget is 15." "If they're that age and workin' like that, then that speaks a lot for them. Most teenagers won't work unless they're on a chain gang and threatened with a beatin'." "They are really good kids. They take a lot after their dad and I just hate to see them in this kind of a mess. And since I'm available, I don't want to see them in a strange foster home either." "Well, I promise you I will work with you to get Family Services to allow them to live with you. They'll need to talk to their father to check things out with him. He'll have a lot to say about it." "That's all I can ask, Dale, I really appreciate it. How about I buy ya'all lunch? I owe Bubba a meal anyway, so you might just as well come along, you'll know the good places to eat." "Sold. Just let me clear up a couple things and I'll meet ya'all outside." Bubba and I walked out and waited for him outside. He showed up a couple minutes later and we walked over to a restaurant about two blocks away. We all had the chicken-fried steak and I listened while he and Bubba got caught up on their lives. After lunch, we shook hands and I asked him what would be a good time to come over tomorrow. He said around 10 or so. That would give him a chance to clean up things from the night before. Bubba and I walked over to the Hummer and headed back home. We got back home about 2:30 and Bubba said he was going to head on home. I cleaned up some things around the house and then killed some time, waiting for the girls. I got some steaks out of the freezer to fix for them to celebrate their last day of work. They showed up about 5:30 and they were exhausted. I got a kiss from each of them and told them to take a shower and I'd fix dinner. That got me another kiss and they headed for the bathroom. I lit the fire and waited for the charcoal to burn down so I could put the steaks on. I got out a bottle of red wine and put some potatoes in the microwave. Once the coals were glowing, I put the steaks on and then went inside to shuck some corn and get it ready to cook. The girls showed up, dressed in my robes, which were way too long for them, but they looked beautiful. They took over fixing the corn and I went to check on the steaks. Once the steaks were done, I brought them in and they had the table set and ready to go. They devoured their steaks, saying they hadn't eaten lunch because they were so busy. We sipped our wine and just enjoyed the meal. They cleaned up the dishes and we retired to the living room. They came to sit on my lap and I held them after kisses were exchanged. I told them about my visit with the Sheriff and what he had said. When I told them we had an appointment at 10-tomorrow morning, they groaned, saying they were hoping to sleep in. As bedtime approached, they appeared to be a bit sleepy and I suggested that we get to bed early so we could get up and leave in the morning. I also told them we'd need to stash their clothes over at the other house in case Family Services wanted to come over with us to see the place. They agreed and we took our turns in the bathroom and headed for bed. We snuggled and kissed each other good night. I warned them about any sex in the morning just in case Family Services wanted them examined by a doctor. We sure didn't want any of my cum in their pussies if the doctor took a peek in there. I set the alarm for 7 and we drifted off to sleep, spooning against each other. I woke up before the alarm went off with both of them sharing my cock with their mouth. I looked down at them and they giggled and said the doctor wouldn't be looking in their stomachs for cum. Then they returned to their sucking and licking. I told one of them to come sit on my face and Bridget quickly complied. She tasted sweet and it wasn't long before she tensed for her orgasm. She rode my tongue and mouth until she calmed down and then switched with Sally. She tasted good too and it didn't take her long to cum either. After she finished, they doubled up on my cock and I didn't stand a chance of lasting very long. Sally took the first two shots and then Bridget switched and took the rest. Then they kissed and shared what they had until it was depleted in their mouths. They came up next to me and we snuggled and kissed until I couldn't wait any longer and had to take a leak. We shared a shower and we all got really clean and checked by tongues to insure all the soap was washed off. We dressed in robes for breakfast, which they fixed, and then got dressed for the day. We took their suitcases over to the other house and put their clothes away in the closet and chest of drawers and rumpled the beds so they would look like they'd been slept in. We left the house about 9 and got over to the Sheriff's office about 9:45. We waited until he was done with what he was doing and he came out and ushered us back to his little office. "Dale, this is Bridget and Sally. They're the girls I was telling you about yesterday." "Pleased to meet ya'all. I understand you've got a pretty big problem at home." The girls told him of the situation and other things that I didn't even know about. They gave him names of their mom's friends and who they thought the supplier was. All in all, they painted a very bleak picture for a couple of teenaged girls to be living in. The Sheriff took all the information down and kept asking questions about certain people they had named. The girls gave what information they had but he kept asking the same questions, but in a different way. I guess he was trying to see if their story would waiver. As far as I could see, it was a rock solid story. I didn't know the answers, but they never hesitated. We must have been there for a couple of hours and finally the Sheriff said he had what he needed. He asked us if we wanted to join him for lunch and we all agreed. He took us to a different restaurant than we went to yesterday and we placed our orders. "It sounds to me like ya'all have had a pretty rough life. I don't know how Family Services will react, but I'm all for gettin' ya'all out of there. I've talked with the head honcho over there and we'll visit with him after lunch. Hopefully, he'll see things our way," Dale said. "Sheriff," I said, "we will appreciate all the help you can give us. I hate to see kids exposed to that crap and I don't know of any other way around it. They can't go back and live there. There's just too much danger for them. I don't think a foster home is the place for them when I've got a place they can live and still be under supervision. It sure would get them away from the danger." "Well, let's see what Family Services has to say." "Sheriff, we don't want to live in a foster home. Ron here treats us real good and really helps us out. He got us a job so we could make some money to buy back to school clothes. Plus, he bought us clothes that we could work in. When we showed up at his place, we only had what we were wearin'. He called some friends and got us the job and then bought us clothes to work in," Sally said. "Ya, and he's the first one that has ever talked to us about goin' to college after we graduate. We didn't even think we'd stand a chance of goin' because the way mom used all the money for drugs. The only new clothes we got was from the thrift shop. She spends it all on drugs," Bridget put in. Our food arrived and we ate pretty much in silence. Once the meal was over, I picked up the check and Dale walked us over to Family Services. When we arrived, we were shown into a private office, which was the head of the division for the county. Dale introduced us and stayed for a while to get things off on a good start. "Ron, I'll be real frank with ya. You've got two strikes against ya before ya even come up to the plate. First, you're single. Two teenaged girls livin' with a single man just don't look right. It's gonna raise a lot of eyebrows. Second, you live outside the county. We can overcome these obstacles, but it will take some doin'," the man said. "Well, I'm willin' to do whatever it takes. These girls don't deserve to be in that kind of environment and I don't think they need to be in a foster home when I've got a perfectly good house they can live in. Technically, they wouldn't be livin' with me. They'd be in a house that is on my property, but they'd be livin' by themselves. I'd still be there to supervise them and make sure they didn't get into any trouble. But they won't be sleepin' with me, or even under the same roof. I'm just lookin' to help them out." "I think that is great. If there were more people like you', I'd be out of business here. But we do have some rules we need to follow. The first one is, we need the girls to have a physical. We'll take them to a doctor here in town and they'll run a bunch of tests and just generally check them over. Secondly, I'll need to inspect your living facilities to see that it's not some dump they'd be livin' in." "That's fine with me. You can come over anytime you want." "Ok, well how about if we drop the girls off at the doctors and we drive over there now? They'll be done by the time we get back." "That works for me. We can keep from killin' a lot of time while we're waitin' for things to happen." We all got up and Dale said he had some things to take care of and left us. We walked out to the car and then dropped the girls off at a doctor's office on the way out of town. The director got the exams set up and then came back to the car. We chatted as we drove over there and I told him about my military experience. He had been in 'Nam too, in '68 outside of Da Nang. He was in the marines and they'd had a pretty rough time of it. We swapped some lies and we finally got across the ferry and headed to my place. I pressed the button to open the gate and he read the sign as we passed through. "That's an interesting sign." "Ya, it sure cuts down on the salesmen that come around." He chuckled and we drove up to the house. I led him inside my house and turned off the alarm. I showed him around and then walked him over to the other house. He looked in the bedrooms and the bathrooms. "Their stuff seems to be just scattered, not in any kind of order." "Ya, they just moved in last night. They had been workin' over at a resort until then. I got them a job over there to finish out the summer. They'll probably get things put away later on. I really need to get them shopping so they can get some back to school clothes." "Ya, school started yesterday." "Well, they couldn't enroll until we got this straightened out. I don't know which school they'd go to from here. I think Arkansas has an agreement with Missouri that they can attend at Forsyth, but I'm not real sure." "Ya, they do have that agreement. But they can also attend Yellville-Summit too. But in this case, since you're so close to the line and they've been attending Harrison, we might be able to allow them to stay in that district, under special circumstances." "I don't know which they would prefer. I'd have to ask them." "How would they get to school?" "That's their convertible setting out there. I gave that to them last year so they wouldn't be trapped at their mom's place." "You gave it to them?" "Ya, it ain't that valuable and it was sorta like a life line for them. They knew they could escape if they needed to. It ain't much, but my first car wasn't much either, but it was mine." "Ya, I heard that. To a teenager, a car is like a whole new world. You really seem to have their best interests at heart." We walked back to my house and he looked around and noticed that the dishes were in the rack next to the sink, draining. "Looks like they ate breakfast here." "Yep, sure did. They even fixed it. No sense in fixin' two separate meals when we can eat together. Besides, it gives me time with them to discuss things and find out how they are doin'." "Ya, I can see that." He looked around even more and found their laundry in the dryer. When he asked about that, I told him there was not a washer and dryer over at the other house. There was no need to have a duplicate set over there when no one was living there. He seemed to agree on that. After he satisfied his curiosity, we started back to Harrison. The girls were waiting for us at the doctor's office and we all walked back to Family Services. The three of us waited in the outer room while he made a couple phone calls. After about 30 minutes, he called us in. "I need to interview the girls separately, Ron. So if you and Bridget will have a seat outside, I'll talk with Sally and then Bridget." We agreed and Bridget and I returned to the waiting room while he chatted with Sally. In about 20 minutes, Sally came out and told Bridget to go in. She looked a little scared, but Sally told her that everything was all right. Bridget and the Director spent about 20 minutes and then he called Sally and myself into join them. "Well, everything passed inspection, so far. It will take awhile to get all the tests back from the lab, but they appear to be in good shape. They aren't virgins, but there has been no recent sexual activity. That is a good mark on the record. The residences are in very good condition, no rats or other vermin, and the neighborhood is not threatening to them in any way. Now, this is not the final judgment on this case. That won't come for about a month. But I'm giving you temporary custody of these girls. Right now, we have no choice. Their mother and a bunch of her friends have just been arrested. Seems the Sheriff found a big party goin' on when he went to investigate things. I don't think she'll ever get them back. One thing I will need is your father's telephone number to get in touch with him to let him know what has happened." Sally dug through her wallet and found the number and he copied it down and his name. "We'll call him and let him know what is goin' on and that ya'all are safe and where ya are. As soon as I know something, I'll let you know. This ain't gonna be a cake walk, but I think we can get it through." The girls gave me a hug and thanked me and then thanked the Director. I asked him about school. He told me to talk with the girls and give him a call and let him know what they had decided. He would work with us on that problem, whatever they decided. We thanked him and joyfully walked out to the Hummer and started for home. ------- Chapter 20 Before we were out of town, Sally turned to me and said, "if Mom's in jail, do you think we could go by the house and pick up some of our belongin's?" "Well, it's probably a crime scene, but we could stop by the sheriff's office and ask. Since he knows about the circumstances, he might let us." I turned off the street we were on and headed back to the sheriff's office. I told the girls to wait in the vehicle, just in case their mom was in the office. I walked in and asked to see Dale and the deputy at the desk told me to wait and he'd ask the sheriff. I didn't see anyone that looked like they were being arrested, but there were some people there that didn't seem like they belonged there. Dale came out and I explained the situation to him and he said he would go over with us and allow them to take the things that were theirs. I followed him out and he told me to follow him over and we'd get this done real quick. When we got there, the yellow "crime scene, do not cross" tape was across both entrances. He got a report pad from his car and removed the tape from the door and opened it for us. It was a shabby, two- story house that needed cleaning in the worst way. Beer cans, liquor bottles and dirty ashtrays littered the place. Sally and Bridget walked upstairs, with us following them. They got to their room and began to take what clothes they wanted. They gathered their supply of birth control pills from the bathroom, along with some cologne and perfume they had there. They didn't have a suitcase, so we put things in several pillowcases after Dale made a note of what was being removed. They pretty well filled two pillowcases each and then went downstairs. They gathered some other stuff, explaining that all of it was a gift from their father and belonged to them. Dale made notations as they selected each item. Once they had everything they wanted, Dale sat down at the table and filled out a report form and had the girls sign it, stating they had removed the items and it had belonged to them. Once that was done, we took everything out to the Hummer and I thanked Dale for all of his help. The girls thanked him too and he wished us good luck on our new lives. It was a pretty quiet trip home. The girls were lost in their own thoughts and I didn't want to intrude on those. Once home, we stashed what they had brought with them in the old house, so it would look like that is where they were living. They had pictures of their dad and other items that made each bedroom look like a teenaged girl's room. Posters hung on the walls and we made it look like it was very lived in. We walked back to my house and sat down to have a talk. "How are you young ladies feelin'?" "Well," Sally started, "like our life has changed a lot. We are both really happy about gettin' to move in with you, but it's sorta sad too." "Ya," Bridget continued, "we both wanted this, but I guess we didn't want it to be this way." "I can understand how ya'all feel. It's really hard to see something happen to someone that is close to you, regardless of what that person has done to you in the past. But you really need to look at the whole thing in a different light. Suppose ya'all had been there and been held down and raped by an infected drug addict? Would you want to trade your life for you mom's freedom?" "No," Sally said, "but I just wish there was another way around this. I would hate to see her spend the rest of her life in prison." "Hon, I don't think that is gonna happen. First of all, she's a user, not a supplier. Probably the most she'll get is 6 months for possession of a controlled substance. But, it's enough to get ya'all out of her custody. Secondly, it will help Family Services to make a decision about ya'all's future. I was very serious about ya'all goin' to college. I think ya'all can have a great future and, hopefully, live normal lives." "I guess you're right," Sally said, "but it still makes us sad." "I know, but that will pass. What we really need to do is to have you call your dad and tell him what has happened so he can be expecting a call from Family Services. We sure want to keep our stories straight." "Ok, we can do that," Bridget said. They both gave me a big kiss and a "thank you" for everything that had happened so far. Then Sally dug her dad's number out and dialed. "Hi Daddy, it's me, Sally." "Ya, Bridget is here too. She's gonna get on the other phone." I gave Bridget the cordless and she said "hi" too. "Ya, Daddy, we're all right. We've been over to see the Sheriff and Family Services. They are supposed to call you to let you know what happened. Mom got arrested today with a bunch of her doper friends." "I don't know Daddy, they didn't tell us what the charges are." "Ya, Family Services gave Ron temporary custody of us. We had to get a physical from a doctor over there so they were sure we weren't havin' sex with him. And the head of Family Services came over here and inspected the place we're gonna live. They approved of everything, so far. We have to get back into school real soon. But first, we need to buy some clothes to go back." "Ya, Bridget had to get a physical too. We don't know which school we're gonna go to yet. We've got a choice of several and Family Services said they'd help us get settled in the one we choose." "No Daddy," Bridget said, "I'm gonna be a sophomore and Bridget is gonna be a junior this year." "That's right Daddy," Sally said, "it's because my birthday was after the cutoff to go to school, so I am older than most of the people. But Bridget's birthday was before the cutoff date, so she's younger than most in her class." "Daddy, we told Family Services that you and Ron were army buddies, so when they call, you need to tell them the same thing." "Ya, he's here Daddy, hold on." She handed the phone to me. "Howdy Sarge, this is Ron." "So you got things squared away with the county?" "Ya, they took a long time and a lot of questions, but we got things goin' our way. They wanted the girls to have a physical and the honcho wanted to see things over here, so they could make sure everything was on the up and up. I've just got temporary custody, but it's a start. Your ex got busted, along with a bunch of her friends, at her place. Evidently, they were havin' a party when the sheriff went over there. I think she just got busted for possession, but I'm not sure. I don't think she was dealin'." "I don't think she had the money or the brains to deal. But, at least, she is out of the picture for a bit, anyway. Listen, where all did you serve, so we can get our stories straight?" "Well, I was in 'Nam for 4 tours, then Grenada, Panama, Afghanistan and Iraq in Desert Storm. Plus, I served as an instructor at Bragg." "Ok, well we can say we met at Bragg and then again in Panama. I've been both places. After the invasion in Panama, I worked the radar site there for a bit. I also took my jump trainin' at Bragg." "That'll work. We can say you were one of my students at jump school. Then we can say we crossed paths again in Panama." "Ok, I'll remember that. I was at Bragg in '78." "Ok, we'll call it that, because I was too." "Ok, well then I guess we've got that settled. I need your phone number so I can get in touch with the girls." I gave him the phone number and we chatted a bit more about the girls and then I gave the phone back to Sally. "Yes Daddy." "Oh we will, Daddy. If we're gonna get into college, we will need the good grades." "Yes, Daddy," Bridget said, "I'll study hard too. I was thinkin' I could become an artist. Sally wants to be a teacher, but I don't wanna deal with all them students." They finally said their good-byes and hung up. I suggested we got out for dinner and they agreed that it would be a good idea. We drove into Forsyth and went to The Mug. They ate like they were starved and I got some curious looks from the regulars there that knew me. After they finished their meal, the waitress asked them if they wanted dessert and they both said "yes." I was beginning to wonder what I had gotten myself into and how I was going to afford to feed this walking horde of locusts disguised in beautiful bodies. On the way back home, we chatted and I asked them about school. Sally started with, "well, I have been thinkin'. I would kinda like to just continue at our old school." Bridget chimed in with, "ya, we know everyone there and we wouldn't need to make new friends." "Well, there's one thing ya'all haven't thought of," I said. "Sooner or later, your mom is gonna get out of jail and she'll probably come lookin' for you. Do you really want her to find you?" "I never thought about that," Sally said. "She's probably gonna be really pissed about all of this." "Couldn't, like, the sheriff get an order stoppin' her from seein' us," Bridget asked. "Hon, that's called a restrainin' order and they are rarely effective, but it's the only tool the courts have. Even if it was successful in stoppin' her, what about all her friends that got busted with her? They're probably gonna be just a pissed, if not more, than your mom." "So, what are you sayin'? Should we go to another school?" Bridget asked. "Well, I think ya'all should give it some serious consideration and think about everything involved before ya'all make up your mind." They were kind of quiet the rest of the way home. When we got to the house, I turned off the alarm and rearmed everything. The light on the answering machine was blinking and I pressed the button to listen to it. It was the girls' father and he said Family Services had called him and then he told us what he had told them. It was basically what we had discussed on the phone and everything seemed to be ok. The girls came back from the bathroom and sat beside me on the couch. I put my arms around them and they snuggled up to me. "I was thinkin'. I'll probably regret this, but how about takin' a trip into Springfield tomorrow to shop for some clothes for ya'all?" I was answered with squeals of "YES," and then I got kisses from both of them. "We've never been shopping in Springfield," Sally said. "We've got the money from work and we can buy a bunch of clothes." "Ya, and we can model them for you right there," Bridget put in. By now they had moved from my side and were perched, one each of my legs, with their arms around me. We made plans for tomorrow and I am sure they had no idea how much clothes would actually cost. We finally decided on bed around 11 and I closed everything down and we headed to the bedroom. We took our turns in the bathroom and then snuggled into my waterbed. We kissed and caressed for a good long time and then we sort of just drifted off to sleep. We didn't have a schedule for tomorrow, so I didn't bother to set the alarm. As it turned out, there was no need to set the alarm clock. I was awakened with kisses at 7 in the morning. Seems the girls were excited about going shopping. It was then I knew I had made a serious mistake. I should have found a woman to take them. We kissed for a bit and then they dragged me from the bed and into the shower after taking a leak. We had a quick shower, which is unusual for us by itself. I was left to shave as they went to fix breakfast. Once that was done, I was barely given time to drink my coffee before they whisked me out the door and pointed me towards Springfield. We headed for a big mall there and their first stop was The Gap. They hadn't been open very long today as we descended on it. Conveniently, I found a place to sit while they proceeded to check out every piece of merchandise they had the might remotely fit them. They left with a few things and then it was off to another clothing store. The same procedure was followed there and at every other store we visited that day. They ran out of money around noontime and I took them to Steak and Shake for lunch. They still didn't have everything they needed so, after lunch, I took them back and endured more "shopping." Finally, around 3 that afternoon, we started back home. The Hummer was loaded with female clothing that was a "just have to have this" and "this is a must." I didn't know if I had enough closet space in both houses to accommodate all their purchases. I think the topper was the $80 sneakers they "had to have." I didn't even know they made $80 sneakers. We stopped at Forsyth for dinner and they ate like they hadn't had anything in a week. If I ate like that, I'd have to stick out my arms to see if I was rolling or walking, and these girls were not the least bit overweight. I was glad they got the clothes. They had done without for so long that they deserved some nice things. I just wish I didn't have to be the one that endured the "shopping" trip with them. Hopefully, there would not be another one for a long while, like around Christmas. When we got home, they had to model all the clothes for me. I will admit they looked great in the new clothes. After seeing them in the shabby clothes they always wore, I was impressed on how beautiful they really were. Plus, they didn't buy the slutty clothes I've seen other teenagers in. The clothes they bought were in style, but somewhat conservative. All in all, I was impressed by their selection. After the finished modeling for me, they came to sit on my lap. "Thank you for takin' us shoppin' and buyin' all that stuff for us. We really do appreciate it," Sally said. "Ya, we really do and tonight you'll find out how much we appreciate it," Bridget added. "Look you two, you don't owe me anything for today. I am happy to help you, although I must say that your shoppin' methods are a bit strange to me. But, it was my pleasure and there is no charge for it." "Are you cuttin' us off?" Sally said. "No, I'm sayin' ya'all don't owe me anything for it. Sex is something that must be wanted by both parties and not used as a payment for something. I don't want ya'all to think you have to whore yourselves out because I bought ya'all some clothes. It don't work that way with me. I really do want ya'all to be happy and safe and enjoy your life growin' up." "Yes, we know." Sally stated. "But we really wanna get you in bed and fuck your brains out. You have no idea how horny shoppin' makes women." "Ya," Bridget continued, "and we ain't been shoppin' for a long time, so we got a lot stored up." "So, ya'all are tellin' me that shoppin' makes females horny?" "Yep, it sure does," Sally said. "Hell, no wonder they like shoppin' so much," I replied. I knew they were lying, but I let them have their little game. I just didn't want them thinking they had to fuck me because I bought them some clothes. We cuddled and kissed and continued making ourselves hornier until they stood up and led me to the bedroom. They removed my clothes, with a lot of kissing, licking and sucking and then turned their attention to each other. They would take turns removing one piece of clothing at a time and then kiss and lick any skin that had been exposed. By the time they got down to their panties, they were both very wet and very horny. Sally removed Bridget's panties and knelt between her legs and very lightly ran her tongue through her pussy. Bridget wobbled a bit but held on to her sister's head and guided her mouth to the place she wanted it. Sally wouldn't let her cum, but she kept her right on the edge. When she stood up, she kissed Bridget and then Bridget returned the favor. By the time they got into bed, they were both dripping and very horny. They both attacked me and I had a raging hardon. Sally dove on my cock and inhaled it, using her tongue to make sure I was very wet. Bridget attacked my mouth and her tongue was incessant in its search of my mouth. It couldn't have been two minutes from the time they came to bed when Sally impaled herself on me. She was primed and slid completely down on me in two strokes. Once there, she began to grind her mound around, mashing her clit against the base of my cock. It took her around three minutes before she had her first orgasm. It was a whopper. She shivered and her pussy clamped down on me and a silent scream stayed frozen in her throat. Her mouth hung open, but nothing came out. She shook through it and then began to gasp and pant as she continued fucking herself on me. It wasn't long until her second orgasm appeared and she froze and shook and then collapsed on me and Bridget. I stroked her back and sides as she gasped for air. Her whole pussy was pulsing with her heartbeat and she shook through several aftershocks before she rolled off. Bridget immediately replaced her and held my cock upright while she descended on it. She was a bit tighter and it took her more strokes to get fully seated. Once she was fully seated, she began grinding herself around like her sister had done. She was just as quick on the trigger as Sally had been and was soon gasping as her first orgasm raced through her. Her moans left no question as to what was happening. Her pussy clamped down on me and her fingers dug into my chest as she put her hands down to keep from falling. Once her orgasm subsided, she began to fuck and grind again. It took her a bit longer this time but the result was the same. This time she laid down on me and I stroked her back as I began fucking up at her and fucked her through her orgasm. As her gasping receded, she moved up and kissed me and then Sally. We helped her cool down and kissed and stroked her through her aftershocks. She finally rolled off and Sally moved to mount me again, but I stopped her. "My turn now." I turned Sally on her back and moved between her legs. She guided me in and I seated myself as her legs wrapped themselves around me. I began a slow, steady pace of fucking her and she made a couple adjustments so I was entering at the correct angle to bang against her clit. Once everything was moving smoothly, I clamped my mouth to hers and began fucking her mouth with my tongue in the same rhythm I was fucking her pussy. She began sucking on my tongue as it stroked in and out of her and her passions began to mount. Pretty soon, she had to pull her mouth away to breathe as her orgasm took control of her body. Her legs clamped tightly around me and her back arched as she shook through a big time cum. I was in no danger of cumming because I had been pretty much inactive while they were on top. I fucked her through her orgasm and her legs dropped off of me and she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me, very passionately. When she broke the kiss, she whispered that it was Bridget's turn. I withdrew and Bridget was already on her back. I moved between her legs and she guided me into her welcoming pussy. Once I was there, her legs moved to wrap around me and get herself in the proper position for her. I began a slow pace like I had with her sister and then moved my mouth to hers so I could fuck it with my tongue. She was much more active than Sally had been and our groins slapped together as I pistoned in and out of her clamping pussy. I was getting longer strokes in with her because of her action and I knew I wouldn't survive this fuck without cumming myself. She started moaning around my tongue and then pulled her mouth away to gasp for air. All of this happened as I felt my balls draw up and get ready to expel a bunch of cum. She began cumming really hard and that helped trigger mine. It felt like I was expelling some vital organs along with my cum. I couldn't seem to stop shooting cum into her clasping pussy. She felt me cum and that spurred her to another orgasm. Her fingers were digging into my back and her legs were trying to squeeze more out of me. When I finally started to just ooze the remaining cum out, she eased up some and clamped her mouth to mine again. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I slid mine into hers. We stayed like that until we both started to come down from our highs. As her legs released my body and slid back to the bed, I gently pulled out of her and Sally was there to capture my cock with her mouth and suck me clean. Then she dove between Bridget's thighs and began licking and sucking on her sister's pussy to remove all of my cum. I kissed Bridget through several aftershocks and another orgasm while Sally was cleaning her cunt out. Once Sally was convinced there was no more cum to be had, she laid on top of Bridget and they kissed and shared what cum was left until it was absorbed by both of them. Once they were done with each other, they turned their attention to me. I received an abundant amount of kisses and we all caressed each other. "Thank you," Sally said, "for possibly the best day of my life. I've never had this many clothes and I have never been fucked that good before." She kissed me again and then Bridget took over. "And that goes double for me. I can't think of anytime I've ever been happier." We kissed and caressed each other until I had to use the bathroom. They took their turn and then we drifted off to sleep, all of us very content and happy. ------- Chapter 21 I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing in the living room. I extracted myself from between the sleeping girls and went in to answer it. "Hello." "Hello Ron, this is Carl with Family Services. I'd like to talk with the girls." I had enough sense to realize it was still fairly early. I looked at the clock and it was just 8:30. "Carl, they're over at the other house. I'll have to go get them. I haven't had time to run a phone line from here to there yet. We had a long day yesterday, shoppin' for back to school clothes and I don't think they're up yet. If they were, they would have woke me up with breakfast." "Ok, I'll just wait until you get them." I laid the phone done and walked, quietly, back to the bedroom. I gently woke the girls and told them to be real quiet. Then I told them Family Services was on the phone and I had to pretend to go next door to get them. They nodded and got up and put on a robe. I went to the door and opened and then closed it and then waited for a bit. I wanted enough time to elapse so he would believe I actually did go to the old house. I let a couple minutes expire and then opened the door and said, "Sally, you take that phone and I'll get the cordless for Bridget." Sally picked up the phone and sleepily said, "hello." "Ya, Ron's getting the other phone for her." Then Bridget clicked the other phone on and said, "hi." "Oh, no we've talked about it a bit, but we haven't made a decision yet." "Ya, Ron said something like that might happen. That's why he suggested that we go to a different school. But we just haven't really had a chance to talk about it yet. We spent all day yesterday shoppin' in Springfield." "Ya, ok, I'll put him on." "Ya Carl, it's me." "Listen, the girls' mom made bail and she's looking for the girls. She was here and probably at school too. We told her the girls had been put in a foster home, but wouldn't give her the address. She was not in a very good mood." "I told them that might happen. They asked about a restrainin' order and I told them they seldom worked. Is there a way that you can get the school not to give out the information about where they would send the girls' record?" "Ya, we can do that. That's not much of a problem. But I think it would be a good idea to get a restraining order from the court. That way everyone is on record as not wanting her to have contact." "Well, since they're wards of the state, wouldn't ya'all have to file for it there?" "Yes, but they need to be present and answer some questions from the judge." "Well, we can do that. Just let me know when you need them there." "Ok, it'll probably be sometime around the first of next week, but I'll let you know for sure." "Fine. Do you need to talk with the girls again?" "Yes, I need to inform them what we're going to do." "Ok, here they are." Sally and Bridget got back on the phone and talked for a bit with him and then told him thank you and the conversation was over. They came over and sat on my lap and hugged me and we just sort of sat there for a bit while they got their thoughts together. "I guess we better go to school someplace other than our old one," Sally said. "Ya, I guess she just don't want to see us happy," Bridget put in. "Well, that leaves Yellville, Forsyth or Theodosia. We can think about it after we have breakfast. Food always clears the mind," I told them. I got a kiss from each of them and they headed to the kitchen and put on aprons on over their robes and made breakfast. They brought me a cup of coffee as soon as it was done. When breakfast was ready then called me in and we had a quiet breakfast. They were lost in their own thoughts about their life. After breakfast, I took my coffee to the living room and they followed after the dishes were done. They snuggled up to me and just sat quietly for a while, I guess weighing their options. Finally Sally broke the silence. "I don't think I want to go to Yellville. It's more of hick town than Harrison is. Besides, they were our big rivals in all the sports." "Ya, I don't think I'd like goin' there either," Bridget said. "I think that's a good decision, but not for the reasons ya'all mentioned. If you're mom is lookin' for ya, then she'll probably check all the neighborin' counties to see if you've moved to that school system. I'm not sure she'd think of lookin' in Missouri." "Ya, I didn't think about that," Sally said. "Ok, so that leaves Forsyth or Theodosia. If you think Yellville is a hick town, then you won't much like Theodosia either. Why don't we drive over to both towns and have a look at their schools today?" "Ok, that sounds great. At least we can have a look at our future and not go there blind," Sally agreed. I finished my coffee and got several kisses before we headed for the shower. This shower was a bit more normal. There was a lot of groping and kissing and sucking to make sure all the parts were clean and the soap was rinsed off. After we got dressed, I drove us over to Theodosia and they saw the school there, which is on the main highway. Not really much to look at. Then we headed for Forsyth. That is a much nicer and newer school. It sits back off the highway and is pretty well maintained. That pretty well made up their mind for them. There isn't much in Forsyth and, therefore, not many places to eat, especially for teenagers. So we settled for The Mug. I had a steak sandwich and they had a pizza, one each. I have no idea how these small girls eat so much and stay small. We left there around 1:30 and then did some grocery shopping. I was going to need a lot more food at the house with these two in residence. I spent over $120 at the store and it was all food. We took home 8 gallons of milk, a case of frozen orange juice, 4 dozen eggs, 4 pounds of sausage and 4 pounds of bacon. And that was just a beginning. Meat, bread, sandwich buns, vegetables, salad making stuff, soup, pizza mixes, Italian sausage, mushrooms, pepperoni, pizza pans to bake them on, and lots of cheese. Then we had to have a taco night, so that meant all the fixings for that night. I had steaks and hamburger in the freezer from the half of beef I had bought, but we got several pork roasts, a lot of pork chops and a dozen frying chickens. Then we got to the ice cream. We got three kinds of ice cream, 4 different kinds of toppings, and whipped cream to go on top. Luckily, I had 2 fridges and a large chest freezer at home. I'd just have to move some beer out to make room. We got home after 3 and I called Family Services and gave Carl the girls' decision. He said he'd make the arrangements and call me back. Since this was Friday, it would probably be Monday before he got back to me. I told him that was fine and said good-bye. The girls got all the food put away and came to sit with me on the couch. I got kisses and thank yous from them and we talked about how this was going to work. I told them they'd need to be patient with me because I wasn't used to being a parent. They laughed and said they'd be really good little girls and if they weren't, I could spank them. We chatted a bit and then the phone rang. "Hello." "Secure, in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, secure." I switched the phone over to the secure mode and then listened for the tone. I got 4 of them. "Ron, this is Frank. I've got Bubba and Earl on the line with us." "Howdy guys. What's goin' on Frank?" "I just wanted to give you guys the news. All hell has broken loose about the tapes. The White House is denying everything, but the committee that delivered it to the White House is sticking to their guns. They have pretty well informed him that he is finished as an effective head of this nation. He will be allowed to continue if he wins the election, but he will be kept under close scrutiny. He's also been told that IRS reform legislation will be coming to his desk after hearings take place and he will sign it. Most of the actual proposed legislation will not be coming from the White House. He is not going to have much say in anything anymore. He mentioned about taking it to the people and was told if he did, they'd make the tape public. That seemed to quiet him down some. This ain't over, but it's good ways to being corrected." "Not the way I want it corrected," Earl pointed out. "Earl, we talked about this before we took up the mission. This was what we decided we'd settle for." "I know, Frank, but that don't make me not want to castrate that asshole." "Earl, we know your wants. But we also know what reality is. This is as good as it's going to get. If he wins the election, he's going to be in office for another 4 years. I've already talked with some of the congressmen and they will vote for a bill of impeachment. They won't get a conviction because they're scared to death of Gore. But they will put that black mark on his record. The country comes first." "I'm not sure they have the country's best interest at heart, Frank." "I know, Earl, but this is the best we're going to get. Remember when we pulled out of 'Nam. It was done for the good of the country, not for what was right. We all know we were winning, hell everyone in the military knows that. But the press had lost the war for us by convincing the people that we couldn't win. If you remember, they didn't print the fact that the enemy was decimated after the '68 Tet offensive. They lost so many men they couldn't even mount a good ambush. But the press didn't print that. They also didn't print all the atrocities that took place after we pulled out. That wouldn't have served their cause. They didn't report the mass executions that took place in the months after they took over. They didn't report that all of Saigon was evacuated to the countryside and made to work in commune farms, many of them dying from it. They didn't report that because it didn't fit their version of the war. But shit like that happens and shit like Clinton happens. So you're going to have to swallow the bitter pill and make a better tomorrow for all of us." "I know, Frank, but, just once, I'd like to see the press on our side for a change." "Until you switch sides Earl, it ain't going to happen." "I know, Frank. But I can still blow off steam. They ain't taken that away yet." "Hey guys, on a different note, I have become a foster parent." "No shit?" Earl said. "When did that happen?" "Well, Bubba helped me find the right people to get them girls away from their mom. She was gettin' ready to sell them for drugs. I've got temporary custody and we're workin' on permanent custody now." "Well, Ron's a daddy. That otta work out good. Maybe you could take in more girls and start a regular home for the wild girls of Arkansas?" "Don't be an ass, Earl. I did this so I could keep them alive. They mean a lot to me and I don't wanna see them hurt. They've been through a lot in their lives and their dad is in Alaska, at a restricted base, so he can't take 'em. So I've got 'em with me now. We'll have to restrict our wild parties down here. Can't be leadin' these young girls astray." "Who are you and what have you done with Ron?" "Earl, damnit, I'm the same person. I just love these girls enough to wanna take care of 'em. Ya, we'll probably still sleep together, but that don't mean I don't wanna help 'em." "I know, buddy. I'm just givin' you a hard time. They are really great girls." "Ok, are we done now?" Frank asked. "Ya, I guess, Frank. I'm sorry for blowin' up. I just hate that asshole. I'm glad you've gotten this far. I guess maybe it's better than shootin' the motherfucker. He'd just be made a martyr and made to look like a hero or something. I sure hope them congressmen keep their word about reinin' him in," Earl said. "They will, Earl, I promise you that." "Thanks for the news, Frank," Bubba said. "And congratulations Daddy. I'm glad for ya." "Ok, well then we'll wrap this up. The rest of the guys already know. I don't think there will be any investigation. From what I hear, Snelling has been telling them he was in some government hospital close to the ocean and Clinton's team is looking very suspiciously at the CIA." "Well, that's good to know," I put in. "Ok, well then I guess we can wrap this up. I'll let you know if anything else comes up." "Thanks, Frank," Earl said. We concluded the conference call and I hung up and switched the scrambler off. "What was that all about?" Sally asked. "That was some secret stuff that ya'all don't need to know about. Now, what are my little girls planning on fixing daddy for supper?" "Well, daddy's little girls were plannin' on lettin' him eat us as an appetizer and maybe havin' tacos for the main course." "Ummm, I think I'll save ya'all for a late night snack and dessert. But tacos sound good for supper." I got a lot of kisses and wiggling on my lap and then they headed off to fix dinner. This was going to take a lot of getting used to. They fixed some very good tacos, they weren't hot enough for my taste, but then they had to eat them too. I could always put some of my "Original Louisiana Hot Sauce" on mine to spice them up. We ate and chatted about all the things that they were planning on doing, what they thought the new school would be like and how happy they were to be out of the drug atmosphere of their mom's place. Since there was still a lot of light left, we decided to take a boat ride after supper. It was still pretty hot out and going 30 mph felt good with an occasional spray from the boat hitting a wave. I headed west and stopped at the Lead Hill Marina on the way back to fuel up the tanks. When we got back, there was a message from Family Services on the answering machine. Carl said we had a date for court to obtain a restraining order on Monday. That would be heard after the criminal cases, usually shortly after lunch. He asked that we get over sometime in the morning so he could start working on the school transfer. "Well ladies, that takes care of Monday for us. We'll leave here around 9 or so and probably won't be back until 2 or 3 in the afternoon. Maybe next week, we can get you enrolled in school." They both liked that idea and we chatted for a bit. Then we decided to watch some TV. I turned on the TV and satellite receiver and started surfing the various channels and satellites. When I got to the westerns channel, I found they were just starting "Cheyenne Social Club" and insisted that we watch that. They had never heard of it, but agreed. After about 10 minutes into the film, they were laughing and it was an enjoyable evening. They had seen the actors in other roles, but never in a western. They were impressed and thought it was very funny. After it was over, I turned on the local news to check the weather. It looked like it was going to be clear and hot for the next few days. I suggested that we fry up some chicken tomorrow and go out on the lake for a picnic and swimming. They loved that idea and immediately took a chicken out of the freezer to thaw so they could fry it in the morning. Then we headed for bed. "Now," I said, "about my dessert." They oo'ed and kissed me and then made a trip to the bathroom while I got undressed and waited for my turn. They came out of the bathroom and gave me a kiss and then I took my turn. When I got back, they were in the middle of the waterbed, making out. I eased in behind Bridget and began kissing her neck and ears. She moaned as my hands began to wander over her sides and tickling the bared portion of her tits. I moved my hand to do the same to Sally and she moaned as my fingers trailed over her exposed skin. They moved apart just a bit and I could capture a nipple of each one and I put them together and rolled them between my finger and thumb. They moaned more and then Sally pulled away from her kiss with her sister and kissed me. Her tongue was wild in my mouth and I slipped mine passed hers and into her mouth. As she pulled away, Bridget took her place and our kiss was just as passionate. As she pulled away, Sally captured her lips as they resumed kissing. I began kissing my way down Bridget's body, beginning with her ear, then neck and moving to her tits. I neglected her nipples for as long as I could, and then gently licked over one, just barely touching it. She moaned and arched her back to try and thrust her nipple to my mouth. I dodged her attempt and kept teasing her with very gentle touches of my tongue. I moved to her other tit and gave it the same teasing treatment. She was moaning in frustration by the time I actually puckered my lips and gently sucked the very tip of the nipple between my lips. I held it there and gently swiped over it with my tongue and then sucked on it some more. I finally got just the nipple in my mouth and kept sucking on it and running my tongue over it to arouse it further. Her hand moved to the back of my head and she held me in place as I paid homage to her nipple. By the time I finished with that one, almost the entire aureola had been sucked up into a pointy nipple, at least a half an inch long. It stood by itself, wet, shiny and quivering. I licked my way to her other tit and gave it the same treatment. Both nipples stood, proud and completely upright as a towering symbol of her aroused state. I began kissing my way down her body as Sally kept her lips busy with very unsisterly kisses. I licked around her belly button and then pierced it with my tongue. She moaned and her stomach tightened from the tickling. Then I began licking and nipping my way down to her legs. I bypassed her groin and moved to her knees. I licked and nipped behind each knee and then began my way up her thighs. I could smell her arousal long before I arrived at the juncture of her legs. She had goose bumps all over her body from my teasing tongue and teeth. I spread her legs wide and licked at the crease of her leg and crotch, missing her pussy lips completely. Juices were flowing from her pussy and it was a dark red, filled with the blood of engorgement and anticipation. I gently licked up one side of her pussy, just barely touching the outer lip and then did the other side. She moaned in frustration and moved her hips to try and gain the contact she sought. Just barely touching her crease, I licked up to her clit, but avoided it and then licked back down the path I had come up. She was tasty with the scent of passion. I applied a bit more pressure and separated her lips with my tongue as I licked up this time, but still I avoided her clit. It was standing up proud and demanding attention. I applied more pressure on the next trip and got to her inner lips and tasted the delicious offering of a pussy in heat. Without touching her clit, I penetrated her with my tongue and got in as far as I could. I could lick the inner part of her pussy, but just barely. She moaned as she felt my tongue roam inside her. I stayed there for a bit and then, without warning, withdrew and sucked her clit in my mouth. She screamed and arched her back and came very hard. Her legs wrapped around me and she bucked through her orgasm. When her legs released me, I let go of her clit and plunged my tongue inside her again and sampled the renderings of her orgasm. After she had come down to the point where she wasn't so tender, I licked back up to her clit and all around it. Her hips began moving again and I kept away from the head of her clit, but worked all around it. I slid a finger inside her and found her g-spot. I gently massaged it as I once again captured her clit in my mouth. Her legs clamped around my head and I began flicking my tongue over the head of her clit. She screamed and used my neck and shoulders as an anchor and lever point to raise her ass off the bed as she arched her back in a severe orgasm. She was shaking, almost violently before she released my head from her legs and collapsed onto the bed to cause a massive wave that shook Sally and me as it washed around the bed. Her hands grabbed my hair and she pulled me away from her pussy and up to her mouth. Her tongue flew into my mouth and her legs wrapped around my waist as her arms wrapped around my neck. Her pussy rode on my stomach, leaving a very wet trail wherever it went. She pulled away from the kiss and gasped for air. When she could breathe again, she kissed me and then pulled away. "God, that was the most intense thing I've ever had happen. I thought I was gonna pass out. Thank you, thank you, thank you. That was wonderful." She kissed me, very tenderly and stroked my face as she shivered through several aftershocks. After she had calmed down some, we turned our attention to Sally. She got the same treatment with even wilder results. She didn't pass out, but she was very close to it when she pulled me away from her pussy. She couldn't kiss me for several minutes because of her gasping for air, but she held me while I kissed around her face and neck to try and comfort her. When she could breathe again, she kissed me very tenderly and stroked my face. We kissed through several aftershocks for her and then her tongue invaded my mouth and tried to massage my tonsils. She ground her pussy against my stomach and had another small orgasm before she finally pulled away. When she finally pulled away, she said, "I don't know where you learned how to do that, but I'd sure like to thank who ever taught you. That was fantastic. Even Bridget don't eat pussy that good. I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life." "Well, I'm very glad for both of you, but let's not tell Family Services about that skill. They might not appreciate it like ya'all do." "But then again," Bridget said, "you might get a whole lot of teenage girls who wanted to be in your foster home." "You two are more than enough for this old man. If I survive this, I'll be very happy. I'm gonna love havin' ya'all here, but I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with you two youngsters." "Hey," Sally said, "we're the ones that are wore out, not you. I don't think you'll have any problem with us wearin' you out." I kissed both of them and then headed to the bathroom. When I came back to bed, they took their turn and then we settled down for a nice long nights sleep. It had been a long day. They told me they were too exhausted to do anything tonight, but they would make it up to me. I told them there was nothing to make up, I didn't require payback sex. That was for them and it pleased me too. We kissed for a bit and then drifted off to sleep. ------- Chapter 22 The girls woke me up with kisses and a cup of coffee. They had gotten up without waking me and were preparing breakfast. It was about 8:30 and I guess they wanted to get an early start on the picnic. I made my way out of bed and did my thing in the bathroom and took my coffee cup into the kitchen with me. They had potatoes cooking to make potato salad and they had the chicken cut up and would fry it later. They served me my sausage and eggs along with milk and juice. We had wonderful breakfast and chatted all through it. I sipped my coffee and kept them company while they worked in the kitchen, preparing the picnic. For young girls, they were very efficient and they were damn good cooks. I showed them one of my secrets for fixing the chicken. I put some garlic powder and a bit of chili powder in the flour, along with the black pepper they already had in it. They made faces, but I got them to trust me. I knew they'd like it. While things were cooking, they would come over and sit on my lap and kiss me. I would stroke their backs and hold them while we chatted and kissed as we felt like it. I think for the first time in their lives, they really felt loved and wanted. They were comfortable here and that is exactly how I wanted them to feel. Life is too hard just growing up without putting the added problems of an out of control, drug culture parent in the mix. It took them about 2 hours to get the picnic completely ready. We got our swimsuits on and gathered towels and other necessary items and headed for the lake. I asked them if the waterfall was ok for the picnic and they readily agreed. We got everything loaded into the boat and headed over there. Since Labor Day was last week, the tourists had vacated the area and the whole lake looked like it should, deserted. The entire trip, we only saw one other boat and they were headed in the opposite direction. Once we got to the waterfall, we beached the boat and covered the food to keep it out of the sun and any critters out of it. Then we stripped down and dove in for a swim. The water was great and we swam and had water fights, just like normal teenagers would do. They made several attempts to dunk me and a couple were successful, but I made them pay for their actions by dunking them. We stayed in until we were starting to wrinkle and then got out and stretched out on the small beach that was there. We had to remove some of the larger pebbles, but it was a wonderful place just to relax. It was still pretty hot, so we oiled each other up, with the appropriate groping that accompanies that action. After we had unwrinkled, the girls decided it was time for lunch. They took everything out of the cooler and we used that as a table. The food was fantastic and we finished the chicken and potato salad with no problem. I had brought cokes to wash it down with. We laid back down, in our lethargy and quietly digested all we had eaten, in between little kisses. I almost fell asleep because I was so relaxed and it was so peaceful out there. Finally, I could stand the sun no more and headed back into the lake. Because my skin had been heated up quite a bit from laying out, the water seemed colder. It got even colder as I swam closer the falling water coming out of the spring up on the bluff. As I remained longer, I became accustomed to it and it felt really great. The girls finally came in and complained about how cold the water was. But they quickly acclimated to it and we were once again splashing and dunking everyone. Then, without warning, I felt a warm mouth around my cock and it began sucking and licking. When she needed air, Sally surfaced and kissed me. Bridget took her place and applied her oral talents to me. I was standing on the bottom, but they couldn't reach it because of their height. When Bridget came up, they both ushered me back to shore and put me on the quilt we had brought to lay on. They got me situated and went to work on me. Sally started on my cock and Bridget started at my head. Lots of kisses and stroking from Bridget, while Sally concentrated on getting me to the point I could cut diamonds. I was getting the full treatment from them. It wasn't long until Sally straddled my hips and descended onto me. When she did, Bridget moved to straddle my head and lowered her juicy pussy to my waiting lips and tongue. Because I had been in the cold water, I didn't think there was any danger of me cumming real quick. I was just enjoying this lovely, dynamic duo. Sally set a slow pace and would descend fully onto me and then grind her clit against the base of my cock. Bridget was basically going where my tongue would take her. I put my hand up to find their hands already caressing each other's tits. I assumed they were also kissing, but couldn't see it with the lovely ass that was blocking my view. I switched tactics and brought my hands down to work on Bridget. I moved my tongue to work just on her clit and inserted a finger in her pussy and found her g-spot. I gently massaged that while I got another finger wet with her juices and slowly slid it into her ass. She went wild. It was probably less than a minute and she was cumming and gushing her juices for me to lick up. I didn't let up, but continued to work on her and she rode my face and fingers to another orgasm that was stronger than the first. More juice gushed out and I licked it up, greedily. She rolled off of me and just held her pussy and clamped her legs together, I guess in an effort to maintain the glow. Sally leaned down and began to lick her sister's pussy juice off my face and then kissed me. She wasn't far behind Bridget and I felt her pussy begin to spasm and then her breath got very ragged as she succumbed to her orgasm. She clung to me and I put my hand behind her and slid a wet finger in her ass. She went even higher in her orgasm and froze as it overtook her body completely. She finished shaking and just sort of collapsed onto me in complete surrender to her completed orgasm. Bridget eased her off and mounted me. She had recovered and was ready for round two. She was a bit wilder than Sally and began at a faster pace. I played with her tits until Sally recovered and began kissing me. I turned my attention to her and very lightly stroked her body and got the response I wanted. Soon, she was ready to sit on my face so I could taste her pussy. Having just fucked, she was more open than her sister had been and I took advantage of it. I buried my tongue in her and moved it around as deep as I could. She was juicy and musky and tasted absolutely delicious. Then I moved to her clit and began working my tongue on it, while I slipped a finger inside her and found and massaged her g-spot. A second juicy finger slid in her ass and I could hear a muffled moan, probably around Bridget's tongue. It wasn't long until she was in the throes of a full-blown orgasm. She gushed over my fingers and I licked up all that I could. She hung on for a second round and really rode my tongue and fingers until she went over. Then she rolled off and watched her sister and me continue our connected blanket dance. Bridget leaned down and licked Sally's juices from my face and I moved a finger to her ass. As I inserted it, she began to go wild. She was frantically rubbing her clit against the base of my cock as she neared her orgasm. It didn't take her long until she was over the edge and banging herself against my groin. She pulled away from the kiss and her mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out except a gush of air. Then she collapsed on me and just basked in the afterglow. I felt a tongue licking my balls and looked to see Sally licking her sister's juices from our union. I stroked Bridget's back and sides and as she gained her strength back, she rolled off of me. "You didn't cum yet?" Sally asked. "Nope, I want to make this wonderful feelin' last a good long time. This is too good to rush through." "Oh god, I think we've done woke up the sex monster, Bridget." They both giggled and then kissed me. I got Sally arranged between Bridget's legs and moved behind her. She was laying flat on the quilt and I got her to tilt her hips back and lowered myself onto her. I slipped in and then put my legs on the outside of hers. I just rocked gently on her ass, using it as a pivot point, as I fucked her. With her pussy in this position, my balls were dragging over her clit and driving her wild. Muffled moans were echoing out of Bridget's pussy as Sally licked her while holding her pussy lips open to get more juice. She pulled her head away and looked back over her shoulder and said, "you came in Bridget last time, so it's my turn this time. I want all the cum you've got stored up shootin' in my pussy." I grunted my agreement and increased my pace. With her legs clamped together, it tightened her already small pussy. The sides of her cunt were clasping to me on each stroke and I was bumping her cervix on each stroke. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "how about if I pump all my cum right up into your womb? Your birth control pills might not be able to stop you from gettin' knocked up." She moaned and shivered and wiggled her hips to signal me to go for it. I got my hands underneath her and began working on her nipples. That drove her even higher up the hill. When she went over the edge, it was going to be a big one. I could feel myself getting close and I kept pumping, hoping that we went over together. Bridget had already shook though a couple orgasms at the mercy of her sister's tongue. She had her heels dug in and was humping her pussy up at Sally's busy tongue. I began pushing harder on my strokes and was making good contact with Sally's cervix on every stroke. I would hit it when I was almost fully in and then sort of push harder against it. It seemed to give and welcome me. Almost without warning, Sally pulled away from her sister's pussy and began gasping for air. It was then I felt my balls draw up and a tickle started at my asshole and rushed up through my cock. My cum exploded out of the end and right against Sally's accepting cervix. I would make very short strokes and crash into her cervix for every shot of cum that I ejected into her. Her entire body was shaking from her orgasm and she would moan as each jet of cum shot into her cervix. I kept my lips kissing her neck and face as I continued to pump out cum and she finally turned her head enough that I could kiss her. Her tongue flew into my mouth, but it couldn't stay long since we both needed air, badly. Finally, I was down to oozing and I just held against her cervix and let my cum flow into her. Once Bridget realized what was happening, she moved around to get between our legs. I felt her tongue on my balls and that spurred more cum out of me. Sally's pussy was gripping me and wasn't showing any signs of letting loose. As we came down, her mouth moved back to mine and her tongue roamed my mouth, incessantly looking for mine. We dueled until we needed to breathe and then resumed our tonsil explorations. I finally began to soften and slowly pulled out of her. Bridget captured my cock immediately and cleaned it of our combined juices. When she was done, I finished rolling to the side and took Sally with me. Our kissing continued as Bridget cleaned her sister's pussy of all the cum she could find. When she was satisfied she got all she was going to get, she moved up to kiss Sally and they shared what cum Bridget had salvaged from her swallowing. I stroked Bridget's back and sides as they kissed and shuddered through some pretty strong aftershocks. When they finished, they turned to me and kissed me. We remained that way until we remembered we were in the sun and had been for a long time. I helped them up and we got in the water to cool off. Nobody had any energy to even splash the other. They both hung onto me as we cooled down in the water. "God, if I'm ever gonna get knocked up, that one should have done it. I think you pumped ever' bit of cum right up into my womb. I could feel it shootin' up in there and it just made me cum harder," Sally said. "Is that why I didn't get a lot of cum out?" Bridget asked. "Gotta be, because he pumped a big load up me. It'll probably be leakin' out for a week." "Well, let's hope your birth control pills are industrial strength," I said. "We don't really need to have you knocked up while you're in a foster home." "Oh, but Daddy, don't you wanna knock me up?" Sally said in a cutesy, little girl voice. "Ya, Daddy, if you're gonna knock her up then I wanna be knocked up too," Bridget added in the same voice. "Do you two want me in jail for takin' advantage of little girls?" "You didn't take advantage of us, we took advantage of your hard cock and put it to good use," Sally said, laughing. "Ya, and we wanna do it a lot more. Next time you get to knock me up," Bridget put in. "You two are gonna be the death of me. If not from a firin' squad, then from fuckin' me to death." "I don't think they use the firin' squad, but the other's a good possibility. If you think we're horny now, wait until we get near our periods. We really get horny," Bridget brought up. "Oh god, do we ever. We almost wear out our tongues when we're alone. But now that we have you, we won't be usin' our tongues. We'll be usin' this," Sally said as she grabbed my deflated cock. "Ummm, maybe I should make a trip into Springfield and by ya'all a couple strap on dildoes so I can get some rest." "Ain't no way we're gonna be satisfied with some piece of plastic when we've got you around," Bridget said. "I'll even get the ones that vibrate," I offered. "Nope, we want the real thing," Sally stated. "Hmmm, I'll have to ask Family Service if I get battle pay for when ya'all are comin' up on your periods." "Ya, why don't ya ask them. We'll be sure to tell them how horny we get and how much we need to be fucked," Bridget laughed. We swam and cooled down in the water and then we decided we'd had enough sun for the day and packed everything in the boat for the ride home. It was about 3 by the time we got back to the house. We got everything put away and cleaned up and then we took a shower to wash off the suntan lotion. Since we had enough time, I suggested that we go over to Yellville for barbecue. They liked that idea and dressed accordingly. It wasn't that crowded and the food was great. We ate our fill and then they had dessert. I had some coffee and we headed back to the ferry and then home. We watched some TV and chatted that evening and then headed for bed. Sunday passed quietly. They washed all of their new clothes and two loads of mine, including the smelly, cum caked sheets. We had steaks for dinner and they fixed a nice salad and corn for a vegetable. We got up fairly early on Monday and got ready to head for Harrison. We got there pretty close to 10 and Carl got the information from the girls and made some phone calls about them transferring schools. By noon, he had arranged for them to attend a Missouri school, even though I lived in Arkansas. Since I was on the north side of the lake, Missouri and Arkansas had an agreement. Missouri would take any Arkansas students that lived on the north side of the lake and Arkansas would take any Missouri students that lived on the south side of the lake. Carl got some information from me and said that I would start receiving checks from the state for being a foster parent. He was also working with their father to get the allotment check sent to me for them. He gave me the papers for temporary guardianship from the court. Then he told me they would qualify for food stamps. "Carl, I can provide them with food. I have enough money for that and I'm sure what the state sends for foster care will be more than enough to cover any food and electricity they might use. Keep the food stamps for those that might really need it. I appreciate the offer, but the foster care money is plenty." "Well, whatever you think best. If you find yourself running short, it will always be there. We do have sort of a restricted budget, so I'm sure we can find a place for the food stamps. They are eligible for Medicaid too. We'll be sending them their ID cards in about a week." "Ok. Are there any special doctors they need to go to if something should happen?" "No. Any doctor in Arkansas will honor it. I'm not sure about Missouri though." "Well, hopefully they won't need a doctor." We had lunch and we were in court by 1 when it convened. There was still one case left over from the morning docket to handle and then their case was called. Carl, the girls and myself all went to stand in front of the bench. Carl did all the talking and the judge read the paperwork on the case. After hearing the evidence and reading the complaint, the judge granted the restraining order. We were out of there by 2. We thanked Carl and left him on the courthouse steps. I told them we'd get them enrolled tomorrow and they'd probably need school supplies. We headed for the Wal-Mart Super Center and they gathered all of the supplies they thought they'd need, including a backpack for their books. Then we headed home. Since we were over at Harrison, we went through Branson and then to Forsyth. It was about 4:30 when we got there and I suggested we go to The Mug for supper. They liked that idea so that's where we ate. Again, they had a pizza each and then dessert. I had no idea where they put it. We got home around 6:30 and just sort of relaxed until bedtime. We snuggled into bed and kissed until we started drifting off to sleep. I had set the alarm for 7 and we got up and made our trip to the bathroom. They made breakfast while I took a shower and shaved. They showered while I finished my coffee and then we headed for Forsyth. They followed me in their car so they wouldn't have to ride the bus home. We got to the school office and explained why we were there. The secretary said she had been expecting us. The girls filled out a bunch of forms and the secretary took some information from me. Then we went into see the principal and he explained school policy to us. Then he turned us over to the guidance counselor. She helped the girls choose their classes after she questioned them as to what classes they had taken previously. Once that was done, she assigned them to a homeroom and then said she would take them to their classes. I gave them some money for lunches and hugged them good-bye. I went home and collapsed. It had been a busy week or so for me. I did some clean up work on a couple web sites and then sat back in my recliner and turned on the news channel. It was full of election garbage that I really didn't want to hear, but it was some noise. I sat there for a bit and fell asleep. I guess I slept for about an hour and then got up and walked around to get the kinks out of my back and cobwebs out of my head. I really don't like sleeping in the middle of the day. At 4, the buzzer went off from the gate. I clicked on the cameral and it was the girls. I opened the gate and turned of the mines. Then I went to look for a remote opener for them to put in the car. I found the remotes about the time they pulled in. I walked out to greet them and was rewarded with hugs and kisses. They had had a great day and loved their new school. I gave Sally a remote to put in the car and then one for each of them to carry in their purse. We went inside and I hunted up some keys for the doors and showed them how to turn the mines off and reset them after they got in. We got some burgers out for dinner and they said they'd fix a salad and some string beans for a vegetable. That was fine with me and we chatted about their day. They said they had homework and would need to use the computer. I told them it wasn't a problem and we just sat around and talked until dinnertime. After dinner and the dishes were done, we got on their homework. They showed me what they had and we went to the computer and I got screen names set up for them on my personal account. Then we tackled what Sally needed to look up first. They were both fairly familiar with computers, so I didn't need to help them much with that. After Sally got her information, then Bridget went looking for her information. She found it and saved it to disk and then signed off. They were better typists than I was, so I just let them go at their homework. When it was done, I checked it over and told them it looked good. By the time all of that was done, it was closing in on bedtime. We chatted for a bit and I listened to all the things they'd done that day and then we headed for bed. We got our kisses in and then drifted off to sleep. I set the alarm for 6. They would need the time to get ready and get to school by 8:30. ------- Chapter 23 With the girls in school, our life settled into sort of a routine. We still had sex, about three or four times a week. They were definitely right about them being hornier close to their periods. The really bad part is their periods were synchronized. The three days prior to the beginning of their period, I was not safe. They attacked me night and morning and then ate each other when I was too limp to continue. I would wake up with one of them impaled on me and she would ride me until she came. Then the other would take her turn. That is the only time my morning piss hardon turned out to be a liability. I was raw by the time their periods came. Surpisingly, coming from the environment they did, they were very good students. They made the honor roll the first semester and were never off of it through their years in high school. Family Services was very proud of me for my efforts in helping them achieve a good education. Actually, I didn't have much to do with it. All I did was to encourage them. They did all the rest. Their father got leave in December and was there for Christmas that year. They all stayed in the other house and he was very pleased the way his daughters were turning out. He stayed for two weeks and we all had good time. He and I cut, and then put up, a Christmas tree and the girls decorated it. They were thrilled about it. They hadn't had a real Christmas in over ten years. He left two days after Christmas and the girls were sad for the next couple days. But by New Years, they had cheered up again and I was attacked that night. We fucked from one year into the next. I was really glad they were turning into such wonderful young women. They both dated, but not a lot, and no one really seriously. Sally did go to the prom her junior year of school and enjoyed herself. But she made her date bring her home by 2 in the morning. Then she almost raped me when she got home. That summer, their dad arranged for them to hitch a ride on a military transport to visit him for a week and they went fishing and camping in Alaska. They had a wonderful time, but had gotten almost eaten alive by the black flies up there. We never heard any more from their mother. She seemed to just disappear. Which was a real blessing for the girls. They really didn't need that kind of hassle. The second semester, Bridget started taking all the art classes she could in high school. She was turning into a real artist. Her counselor at school talked her into trying to convert some of her artistic talents into computer design artwork. Once she got the hang of things, I had her help me with my clients on their web sites. She was really good. Sally drifted away from teaching to business. She started taking business courses in school and was very good at it. She was a whiz in math. She mastered accounting with no problems and then turned to advanced math classes. With the girls living with me, our reunions of the guys lessened. They only showed up about every three months or so. When they were around, the girls lived in the other house and did all the cooking for us. But it just wasn't the same. They were some what inhibited by the girls and I guess I had changed with the responsibility I now had. The girls were both leading, what appeared to be, normal teenage lives. They had a full schedule at school and attended the sporting events there. They went on dates; argued with me; had problems in school with "too much homework"; and all the other teenage things that other kids go through. The only real difference was they were sleeping with me and fucking me on a regular basis. During the summers, they worked over at Wayne and LaVerne's resort and they worked very hard. Wayne and LaVerne were ecstatic to have them. They gave them a raise since they weren't staying at the motel nor eating there. I can't say there were no problems, because there were. Anytime you have 3 people living together, problems are going to arise. Anytime you have teenagers and adults living together, problems will exist. But they were minor and we got through them. It was not a Garden of Eden, but it was a good life. When the second Christmas rolled around, their father could only get a week off. We made room for him and he was welcomed. But he had to be back before Christmas, so we had our Christmas early that year. We had cut a tree and we put it up the day he arrived so he could participate in that tradition. That's also the year Sally decided she would make her first turkey. She refused any help but I did instruct her to cook the giblets to make the broth for the stuffing. We had also bought some canned broth to supplement it. She and Bridget spent all day in the kitchen, while their father and I watched football games. We were called when the bird was done and went to the table. I asked her if she had used the giblets and she said that this bird didn't have any. I thought that a bit strange, but I'm not a cook and hadn't had a turkey in years. She removed the stuffing from the turkey's body cavity and said I could do the carving. I got my good carving knife out and on the second slice of the breast, I cut through a waxed paper bag containing the giblets. They had been in the neck cavity and not the stomach cavity. She was thoroughly embarrassed, but we all just laughed. The turkey was great as was the rest of the meal. We still kid her about that today. Their father was very pleased about the grades they were maintaining and told them so. He also told me how much he appreciated my helping them. I tried to convince him that it was their doing and all I did was to provide a place for them to live where they were safe. We all said goodbye to him on the 23rd that year and the girls were again sad for a while after he left. But that was only natural. We had our own Christmas celebration on the 25th and exchanged presents. Then we had some left over turkey and laughed about Sally's giblets. They both had dates to a New Year's Eve party and like any good parent, I called the parent's of the girl that was throwing the party and asked if there was going to be adult supervision. They assured me they would be there the whole time and I was welcome to come along and help chaperone. I told them I'd let them know. I asked the girls and they were all for it. After their dates picked them up, I left for the party. I met some of the parents of the other children and chatted with them all evening. It was nice to have some adults to talk to once in a while. I left shortly after midnight and beat the girls home. I had been home about 45 minutes when I heard the alarm go off. I checked the monitor and saw the gate swinging shut and knew the girls were on their way. I turned the mines off and waited for them. It was pretty cold, so they didn't stay outside too long. Once they were in, I watched the monitor to see when the car got to the gate and opened it so they could leave. Once that happened, I was assaulted by the girls. They almost ripped my clothes off and dragged me to bed. I let them have their way with me, several times. Both of them attended the prom that year and they looked absolutely stunning. In small towns, the prom is still held in the school. They did go out for dinner before the prom, over to a fancy restaurant in Branson. (Yes they do actually have some over there. It's not all home cooking places for the tourists.) They got home shortly after two. I heard them come in and reset the alarm and mines. Then they came in and undressed. They didn't even pretend like they thought I was sleeping. They turned on the light and proceeded to get out of their fancy dresses and all of the other garments that go with the dresses. After taking their makeup off, they climbed into bed and we made sweet, passionate love. At spring break, Sally came home with the news that she had been offered a scholarship to attend the University of Arkansas. It would pay for tuition and room and board. But she would still need to buy her books and have spending money. She hadn't heard from any other schools, but she was excited by the news. Actually, we all were. She had worked hard to get her grades to the level they were and she deserved this. I told her I had enough money saved from her father's allotment check that would cover her needs if she decided to take it. She was so excited that she didn't know what to do. I told her to wait a bit and see if she got any other offers. Then I told her to call her father and give him the good news. She did and he was excited for her. On Monday, we called Family Services and told Carl about the news. He said as long as her grades kept up, there would be a partial allotment for her to use at college. But the college had to be in Arkansas. That was great news and we celebrated by going out to dinner. She did get other offers, but none as good as Arkansas, so she decided on there. June rolled around and graduation day arrived. Sally was 5th in a class of 87 students. She was almost as proud as her father and I were. He had gotten leave to attend her graduation. He had come in 4 days early and we decided that she should have a special present for graduation. He and I put our heads together and some money and bought her a used car. We would need to get one anyway. With her going to college, Bridget would need a car. So this solved two problems. After graduation, we went out to eat in Springfield. On the way back, we stopped at the dealership and presented it to her. She was in tears when she saw the bright red Mustang. She and Bridget drove back in the Mustang and her father and I followed them. She was still excited when we got back home. After her father left, we took a trip over to Fayetteville to get her pre-enrolled and assigned to a dorm. There were a bunch of forms to fill out and it took us so long, we decided to stay overnight. She was excited the entire trip home. She just couldn't wait to go off on her own. When we got back, they settled into a work routine and the summer passed without much of a notice. She left the week before Labor Day and it was a tearful goodbye. Both Bridget and I were sorry to see her go. But I was glad she had done so well. Bridget was kind of mopey all the rest of the week. She worked over at the resort, but at night, she just didn't have the energy she did when Sally was around. Sally called, collect, as soon as her phone was hooked up. I had bought her a computer to take with her to school and she would always leave us e-mail, but it just wasn't the same without her in the house. Bridget's senior year was good. Sally came home for Thanksgiving and helped Bridget cook a turkey. This time they found the giblets and we laughed about Sally's first turkey. Sally was enjoying college life and her studies were going well. Mid-term showed she had a 3.8 GPA. She was rooming with a girl from the eastern part of the state and they got along pretty good together. They were about the same size, so they could borrow each other's clothes. That's always a plus in a roommate. Sally came home for Christmas break and Bridget and her got all caught up with their lives since being apart. They also went Christmas shopping. I gave them both some money, plus they had some they had stashed from their summer job. Sally had missed us and our lovemaking. She hadn't seduced her roommate yet, but she was working on it. She'd had a lot of dates in college, but very few second dates when they found out she wasn't going to put out. Still, she was enjoying herself. I think she tried to make up for her lack of sex during the first three days she was home. Bridget and I weren't safe around her. If she could get me hard, then she was on top of me. If she couldn't, then it became a pussy eating festival for all of us. We had a great Christmas and we enjoyed having Sally home almost as much as she enjoyed being here. The two of them insisted on fixing a turkey and they were getting better as each turkey came out of the oven. We feasted and all ate way too much, but that is what the holidays are for. Both Bridget and I were sad when Sally needed to return to school. But that soon passed as we fell into our normal routines. We would get to see her on spring break and we all looked forward to that. Both of their spring breaks' fell during the same time period. Once again, Sally was sex starved, but she said she had made some headway on her roommate. They did some snuggling and a bit of kissing and touching, but hadn't gotten really serious yet. And, once again, she tried to make up for lost time when she got home. By the end of the second day, the place smelled like a very active whorehouse. We had to air it out and wash all the bedding. Earl, Bubba and myself got a call from Frank in early March with some news. Joint committees from both houses were convening to have hearings on the IRS, FBI, INA, Justice, and HUD. They were looking for wrong doing in all of those agencies. Earl said it was about time, but Frank reminded him that there were other things going on in the government and behind the scenes that nobody would ever hear about. Snelling had been summarily dismissed, with a loss of pension and other benefits, and the same had happened to people in the other agencies. It was a start and it would get better. Earl calmed down and accepted what Frank had to say. We thanked him and he said he'd be back in touch when other news was available. Shortly after spring break, Bridget came home with news that she had been offered a scholarship to Arkansas, like Sally. She was floating on the clouds. It was from the School of Arts and Sciences there. She immediately called Sally to let her know and to see if they could room together next year. Sally didn't know, but said she'd check. She was really happy for Bridget. They'd be back together, if not in the same room, at least in the same school. The second call was to Bridget's father. He was happy for her too. They talked and he told her he was making plans to come to her graduation. Everyone was in a good mood and things were finally going their way. I was very happy for them. When graduation rolled around, Bridget was 4th in a class of 79. She had come a long way since her time with her drug addicted mother. Her father and I took her car with us to work out a trade in for her graduation present. We found a blue Mustang and she was thrilled with it. It was a year later than Sally's, but it was about the same price. Her father and I split the cost. She got it the day of her graduation when we went to Springfield for dinner, just like Sally received hers. After her father returned to Alaska, we all took a trip over to Fayetteville to pre-enroll Bridget. Sally had pre-enrolled before leaving for the summer. They tried to get in the same room, but the enrollment people explained to her that freshmen were limited to certain dorms and Sally would not be allowed to live there. But they could always room together the next year. That seemed to satisfy her and we drove back home the next day. I now had two college students living with me. They both worked at the resort during the summer, but had to leave before Labor Day to start school. The resort would just have to make due without them for a week. Around the first of August, I got a newspaper clipping from Frank. It was sent to all the team. ------- Highlights of Conference Report on IRS Reform (H.R. 2676) IRS Reform Package Provides Taxpayer Protection Plus Tax Reduction The conference report filed yesterday afternoon on H.R. 2676, the IRS reform bill, is a testament to Senate Republican persistence paying off for the American taxpayer. In the face of initial White House opposition and superficial Congressional Democrat reform attempts, Senate Republicans held out, and achieved not only IRS relief but tax relief as well for American taxpayers. The conference report provides $12.9 billion over the next 10 years in real and lasting tax relief and real reform of an out-of-control taxpayer collection agency. The House today passed the conference report by a vote of 402-8. The Senate is expected to take it up upon return from the July 4th recess. Total taxpayer relief amounts to $12.9 billion over 1998-2007 and $4 billion over 1998-2002. This compares to the Senate-passed version of $18.8 billion over ten years and $6.3 billion over five years, and the House-passed version $2.9 billion over ten years and $0 over five years. The taxpayer relief component from IRS reform provisions is $3.6 billion over 1998-2002 and $10.5 billion over 1998-2007. Additional tax relief amounts to $458 million over 1998-2002 and $2.4 billion over 1998-2007. The conference report provides revenue offsets of $4.5 billion over 1998-2002 and $13.9 billion over 1998-2007. The excess offset of $496 billion over 1998-2002 and $1.1 billion over 1998-2007 is set aside for future tax relief. Highlights of the IRS Reform Provisions An Oversight Board will oversee the IRS's management and administration of the tax laws. Six of its nine members will be from the private sector and all Board members are subject to Senate confirmation. The conference agreement provides for a position on the Board for a full-time IRS employee or an employee representative. The President is given authority to waive the ethics conflict of interest rules for the employee representative under certain circumstances. A new post of Treasury Inspector General for tax administration is created for the purpose of enhancing IRS accountability and oversight. The Executive branch is prohibited from either requesting an audit or terminating an audit of any particular taxpayer. Electronic filing of tax returns is encouraged with a goal that 80 percent of all returns be electronically filed by 2007. One title is devoted to taxpayer protection and taxpayer rights. Prominent among its provisions are: a shifting of the burden of proof in tax disputes from the taxpayer to the IRS, and increased penalties for IRS violations of these rights; relief for innocent spouses from tax liabilities incurred by a spouse from whom they have been divorced, legally separated or living apart for at least 12 months; taxpayer relief in certain interest and penalty situations; and greater taxpayer protection in the audit process. In addition, the bill requires: the IRS to collect and report annually to Congress on the allegations and cases of employee misconduct; the preparation of a report on tax law complexity by both the IRS and Congress' Joint Committee on Taxation; and a joint congressional committee to hold annually an oversight hearing of the IRS's progress in meeting the goals set by this legislation. Tax Relief Provisions The conference agreement contains additional tax relief of $458 million 1998-02 and $2.4 billion 1998-07. The bill eliminates the 18-month holding period that has been required to realize the lowest applicable rate (10 percent for taxpayers in the 15-percent tax bracket and 20 percent for all others) for capital gains. Thus, the bill reverses the unnecessarily complex provision that was inserted in last year's Taxpayer Relief Act at the Administration's insistence ($336 million 1998-02 and $2.1 billion 1998-07). Under certain conditions, employers may fully deduct the cost of business meals ($122 million 1998-02 and $316 million 1998-07). Future tax relief and simplification will be provided from the remaining offsets that are to be set aside ($496 million 1998-02 and $1.1 billion 1998-07). Tax Offsets Of the total $4.5 billion 1998-02 and $13.9 billion 1998-07 in offsets, $8 billion over ten years comes from expanding the eligibility to Roth IRAs for seniors, who would be allowed to not count as income minimum distributions from IRAs in determining their eligibility for Roth IRAs. Other offsets include: overruling the Schmidt Baking decision regarding vacation and severance pay ($3.2 billion/5 years and $4.1 billion/10 years); freezing the grandfathered status of stapled or paired REITs ($20 million/5 years and $159 million/10 years); and making certain trade receivables ineligible for mark-to-market treatment ($1.3 billion/5 years and $1.7 billion/10 years). Miscellaneous Provisions Most-Favored-Nation (MFN) trade status is redesignated "Normal Trade Relations." Interest accrual is prohibited during the extension period for the filing of tax returns for taxpayers in presidentially-declared disaster areas. Tax technical corrections to the Taxpayer Relief Act of 1997 are included, as are technical corrections to the Transportation Equity Act for the 21st Century (Transportation bill -- "TEA 21"). It wasn't a big victory, but it was a start. Maybe we would get some real reform if we kept at it. I got a call from Earl and he wasn't that pleased with it, but I reminded him of our goal and told him he knew it wasn't going to get any better than this. He agreed and said at least it was more than we had before. The summer passed and the girls finally packed their cars to head for school. It was a tearful goodbye and they promised they would return for Thanksgiving and all the holidays. They weren't my kids, but they were a part of me. This is what I had signed on for. Get them grown and smart enough to set out on their own. I guess parents are about the only ones that work for their own obsolescence. The house seemed empty without them around and I really missed them. Not the sex; them. They had become an integral part of my life for the past 2 years and I had grown accustomed to them being here. They were pretty much on their own and I was left. They would return when they needed and I would gladly accept them for any amount of time they wished to stay. But nothing stays still in the universe, it all moves and grows. But they would always be with me, in my heart. The guys started drifting back for more fishing and parties since the girls were no longer in permanent residence. We relived old times and planned for new. We never repeated the capture of '96, but then again, we never had to. Reform was passed and some things did change. Not everything that is wrong, but it was a start. ------- Epilogue/Sermon The years passed and the girls both graduated, Bridget last year and Sally the year before. Sally took a job in Little Rock but quickly tired of that place and moved to Springfield to take a job with one of the local industrial giants in the area. She likes it fine and visits about one weekend a month. Bridget took a job in Kansas City because it was the closest she could get anything in the art field. She's not really happy up there, but she's working in a field that she loves. She visits about once every three months, or so. I settled into a life of a person retired from the service. Yep, I'm still paranoid. I fish and hunt when I want to. I do some work on web sites, basically just give me something to do. I've turned down offers to take in more foster children. I only did it for the girls and I don't want to take in strangers. If I had a wife, it might be a different story. I'm just not cut out to handle kids by myself. Most of the reforms got passed by the Congress and they WERE signed by the president. Yes, he dodged the bullet on the impeachment trial, but only because they were afraid of Gore. That is according to what Frank had told us. Earl and I still believe that the congress just didn't have the guts to convict him. I wrote to all of my representatives (with my address, I can get away with influencing the ones from Arkansas and Missouri) and urged them to vote for a conviction. All but one did and he didn't run for re-election. I was saddened and ashamed when he wasn't convicted. How could they not convict him with the evidence they had? Oh well, another sad chapter in the history of the self governed. Earl, Bubba and I still get together quite frequently, now that the girls have moved away. We have a good time and still go on some adventures, but nothing that is worth bragging about. We aren't dodging bullets and our demons are visiting us less and less as the years pass. Frank did some contract work for the CIA, but didn't like the atmosphere that had been established under Clinton. And Bush is not using contract guys. So he is doing some lobbying in the D.C. area, I think just to keep from climbing the walls. Gary was flying for the DEA in South America. He narrowly missed getting shot down while spraying cocoa fields. Dave and Bob got married. That was a surprise to all of us. But we all attended the ceremony and wished them well. So, life goes on. I doubt if we will ever have another mission like the "snatch and grab" of Snelling, but I hope we never have the need to. Hopefully, the nation has learned its lesson. I somehow doubt it though. They are predicting another Clinton will be in the White House in 2008. If she is, it will not be with my vote. ------- SERMON/SOAP BOX I guess the message I would like to get across it that an individual can make a difference, IF that person is persistent enough and is willing to stand up for what they believe in. Parts of this story are true. It did not happen like it was written. That would be way too boring to be interesting. As much as I would have liked for it to be, I did not have the resources to abduct a person, hold them for a period of time and question them until I got the complete story. But I sure as hell wanted to. What really happened was that I testified at a regional congressional hearing in Harrisburg, PA on a Tuesday, in August of '93. At that hearing, I distributed a copy of all the articles I had written for the Association's publication on the proposed health care plan of the Clinton's to all the panel members. During the hearing, I completely embarrassed someone who was on Clinton's side by telling him he didn't know what he was talking about. Then, I proceeded to prove to him I was correct in saying he didn't know what he was talking about. Finally, someone on the panel, that was listening and questioning the people testifying, told him that I knew what I was talking about and he'd best keep quiet if he didn't want to embarrass himself any farther. One of the things I pointed out to him was, Clinton had been governor of Arkansas for 10 years and the method of insurance he was suggesting for the nation was not legal in Arkansas. PPO's, which is a hybrid HMO, were not approved in Arkansas until '94. The next Monday, I received a notice of audit from the IRS. I fought it with all the resources I had available to me. I appealed their findings as high as I could without going to court, which I could not afford because it would have required an attorney. I wound up paying in excess of $5,000. That was in July of '96. After I paid the assessment, I started my revenge. I contacted my congressional representatives and laid out the circumstances. I was at sort of a disadvantage though. I had moved from Pennsylvania to Arkansas and the representatives didn't know me down here and the ones from Pennsylvania weren't in a position to help anymore. After several letters, I got a reply from the representative who had contacted the IRS. They enclosed a letter from the IRS stating that it "was just a coincidence" that I was audited at that time. It was also a "coincidence" that my major contractors were audited at the same time. I also got a copy of a letter from the FBI, stating that they did not believe my file could possibly have been in the White House. After several more letters, I finally gave up. I could never get the FBI to say, "no, your file was not found in the White House." They just refused to say that. During all this time, I was suffering from severe depression. There were a lot of reasons for that. First, I was fighting with an online service provider and wound up suing them for what they did to me. (I can't detail that fight) Secondly, I was having a lot of problems with my mother and had to wind up putting her in a nursing home. Thirdly, when Clinton came into office, my consulting business almost vanished. My income went from about $70,000 per year in '92, to about $32,000 in '93, to around $15,000 in '94. Everyone was saying how good Clinton was for the economy, but I sure didn't see it. I believe if I had not been suffering from depression, I would have made out a lot better, but hindsight and all of that. BUT, I was told that partially because of my plight, the clause about the executive branch requesting anything about an audit was inserted in the bill that finally passed. I am not so naive, nor so egocentric, as to believe that I caused all of that to happen. Nor do I believe that Clinton was the only president who used the IRS, and other agencies, against private citizens to get them to shut up or bend to their way of thinking. But I do believe I did have a part in it, however minor that part might be, I did make a difference. AND you can too, if you are willing to put forth the effort and expend the energy. There is always a risk, the question you need to ask yourself, is it worth it? I believed, and still believe, it was. I firmly believe we are paying way too much in taxes in this country for the value we are receiving. The average family pays: Federal Income Tax of 22% State Income Tax of about 2% Sales tax of about 6% Social Security and Medicare of 15.30% (Yes, that is correct. You pay 7.65% and your employer pays 7.65%) Unemployment Compensation tax of about 3% Workers Compensation of about 12% In addition to all of that, add in your Personal Property Taxes, Real Estate Taxes, Inheritance Tax, Gift Tax, and other miscellaneous taxes, ad infinitum, and it adds up to way too much for the services we receive. How do we change it? Short of a violent revolution, I don't know. I do believe that a start would be to eliminate the incentive for greedy people to seek office. Cap elected official's salaries at $50,000. Eliminate the obscene retirement benefits that the congress critters and the president receive. Make political campaigns subject to the truth in advertising law. Completely eliminate lobbyist's gifts, including free airplane trips and vacations. Completely eliminate the tax deduction for any lobbying effort. I know there are a lot of other things that need changing too. I freely admit to that. This is just a start and just some of the things *I* think we need to begin to change. I am sure you have your own laundry list. Make that list known to your representatives; local, state and national. In other words, get off your dead ass and do something to make a difference. To start with, for everyone's sake, VOTE. Vote in every election. Even if you vote against someone, or something, make your voice heard. Let your elected representative know that you exist and you are watching what they do. Make your feelings known to them. Ok, enough of my soapbox routine. ------- AUTHOR'S NOTE This story was a bit more difficult to write than I thought it would be. But it is done and now it's back to Cammie and her family. I've got some other ideas for stories, but they will be put on hold until I can get Cammie put to rest. Thanks to all of ya'all. My faithful readers and commentor's. I really do appreciate ya'all's involvement and the letters I receive. Yes, even the honestly critical ones. I love to get them and hear how I am being received. In this type of writing world, that is all us Internet author's have as a yardstick of our work. Many thanks to Terry and his efforts to correct my wording, punctuation, and construction. It has made me a better author, I believe. He is even learning some "mountain speak," as he has named it. And that is not an easy thing to do if you're not exposed to it. I really appreciate it Terry. I am going to take some time off and regroup before I start writing about Cammie again. I hope to have the first installment out before the first of the year. Thanks again, and may your God bless you. RLD ------- DAILY NOTE Today, I started working on hooking up my generator. I had it all down in my mind, exactly how it would be constructed. I needed a 3Ú4" nipple, 8 inches long. Then I needed an inch and a half nipple, 6 inches long. I would have a reducer threaded onto each end of the 1 1Ú2" nipple to accept the 3Ú4 inch nipple to create a double walled pipe to house the exhaust. This would keep the pipe from getting too hot to be next to wood. Well, there's only one problem. What I want, they don't make. I would need to have a pipe threader to cut threads in the reducers to go all the way through to accept the 3Ú4 inch nipple. So I put on my Rube Goldberg hat and figured out a way. I would use a reducer on the end of the 3Ú4 inch nipple and make it short enough to wedge it inside of the 1 1Ú2 inch pipe. I got all the stuff and did a preliminary fitting at the hardware store and it seemed like it would work. I also picked up a nipple to thread into the engine block where the exhaust comes out and a piece of flexible gas line to hook between the generator and the pipe in the wall. Well, everything worked except for the fact the 1 1Ú2 in pipe is too short. I need it to be an inch longer to keep it from rattling and vibrating and making a lot of noise. I'll probably pick that up on Wed. Tomorrow is grocery shopping and it's in a different direction than the hardware store. Now, if my neighbor would just get down here so I could get his old breaker box and the breakers, I could hard wire it in and be set. Oh well. Life is like that. Thanks for all the letters and notes about the final chapter, I really appreciate them. I will be starting on Cammie as soon as I can get back in the mind set of writing for a family instead of writing for a team of men. It took me a while to get out of the Cammie mind set to get writing on RSOB, now I have to get back in that mind set. Thanks again and may ya'all have a happy holidays. RLD ------- The End ------- Posted: 2003-11-09 Last Modified: 2003-12-15 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------