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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: More Juice !
Part: 8 of 12
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF Mf oral)
Language: English
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the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

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

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

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

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

   More Juice !

   Book VIII

   (Mf MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Chapter Twenty-Two

   Las Cruces, New Mexico

   October 2005

   Osama Azzam was sitting at the lunch table.  Several other workers were
assembled at the front of the cafeteria.  They were listening to another
worker talk about some new security issue.  The guy, they were listening
to, was a total asshole.  Osama had been working for this mining company
for almost ten months.  His education and experience were the clincher. 
They hardly glanced at his paperwork, I.D.  and social security card.  He'd
paid plenty for them, so they better work.  But that was all behind him.

   His travels had convinced him that attempting to put together a cell
would be suicide.  The level of anti-terrorism alerts and stories in the
newspaper and the television !  Shit !  There were all types of stories
about terrorism...Usually because some young man of middle-eastern ancestry
blew something up or attempted to blow something up !  Well, what the fuck
do you expect !?

   Regardless, Azzam, still going as John Roberts, had made significant
progress.  While his employment didn't ever bring him close to dangerous
explosives, the company, he worked for, ordered plenty of it for work in
the field.  Azzam had been plotting since the day he was hired.

   Azzam rose from the table and headed back to his cubicle.  The rest of
his day was spent routing company consignments to work sites.  One day soon
an order of dynamite was going to be routed to a non-existent work site and
there the mild mannered John Roberts was going to intercept it.

   Then it was off to the city of sin.  He hadn't yet figured out how to
deliver his god's message, that would come later.  First he needed the
means to deliver Mohamed's message !  Once he had the means he was sure he
could find willing martyrs !

  
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   Back in 'Vegas...Jake Morrison was bare ass naked, lying on his back. 
An equally naked Tilly Matterhorn was squatting over Jake's hard cock,
fucking herself on and off it.  Her small breasts were tight on her chest,
nipples erect.  Sweat had formed on her brow and upper lip; it was also
starting to dribbled down her neck.

   She had blown him earlier.  He'd been quick tonight.  Tilly was really
concentrating on keeping Jake's dick sliding in and out of her cunt.  She
really liked fucking him.  It wasn't just to get cheap weed.  She was going
to cum again.  Tilly sat on his dick and started to rotate her butt around.
She slid a hand to her mons and started flicking a finger between her lips,
right against her clit.  That was all she needed.  She went stiff and then
Jake started fucking up into her like an oil derrick.  She started going
crazy, the electricity running through her extremities.

   He'd lifted her up off the mattress and was driving his cock into her
like a jack hammer.  Her head fell forward to his chest but his cock kept
ramming in and out of her cunt.  He could feel the semen being squeezed out
of her as he drove his dick into her.  His cock was bathed in cunt butter
and cum.

   His cock had shrunk out of her but she was still lying on top of him. 
He was still breathing hard.  They were very sweaty and her bedroom was
oppressively hot.  Tilly got to her hands and knees over him.  She kissed
his damp forehead.

   "God, that was a real ride, Jake.  Want me to pack a bowl ?"

   "What time are your parents getting home ?"

   "They're gone for the weekend.  We can do this all night and all day,
baby." She jumped up off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

   Jake struggled to sit up.  He gathered up his jeans and checked his
phone.  There was one message.  It was from "Bonerboy." He dialed the
number from memory.  He forced himself to do this because he was afraid of
losing his phone and then not being able to call for assistance.  All the
important numbers were in his head.

   "Bonerboy" answered on the second ring.  "Daniel."

   "Jake here."

   "Where are you ?"

   "A friends in Green Valley."

   "Is it secure enough for a meet ?"

   "As secure as a private residence can be.  Clear all weekend."

   "Give me the address."

   Jake rattled off the street and number.  He even included major cross
streets.

   "Be there in ten minutes, Jake."

   Tilly was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, using a wash cloth
between her legs.  Jake rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.  He
needed to take a piss.  Now, what the fuck could be so important to meet at
two-thirty in the fucking morning ?

   "Get some clothes on, Tilly.  A friend of mine is coming over to shoot
the shit for a while.  You'll have to stay up stairs, honey.  This is
business.  Comprende ?"

   "Yea, Jake.  You need anything just yell." Jake was using a wash cloth
on his cock and balls.  She had a cute little butt.  He was getting a woody
cleaning off his cock.  He checked his watch and threw the wash cloth into
the sink.  Jake spanked Tilly's cute butt as he went back into the bedroom.

   He was dressed and downstairs just two minutes before he spied Daniel
Haefner walking up the driveway.  Jake figured he parked either in the
church parking lot or up by the park.  He opened the door just as Daniel
stepped up on to the front porch.

   Jake closed and locked the door.  Daniel was standing in the entry way
looking about the front room and through to the kitchen.  Jake came up
beside him.  He pointed to the kitchen door.

   "Door opens to the back yard.  Over the fence, through the neighbor's
yard, cross the street and do it again.  I'm parked two streets over. 
There's a girl up stairs.  Parents away until Sunday night."

   "Good work, Jake.  The girl is what ?"

   "A good distributor." Daniel smiled.

   "Let's talk a while.  I got a couple of things I'd like you to do."

  
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   Anderson Davies sat up in bed.  Both of their cell phones were ringing.
Anderson wished government business could only be conducted between the
hours of nine and five.  He looked over at Mindy.  She was also coming
awake.  He wanted her to sit up so he could see her tits.  Seeing them
always gave him a hardon.

   Instead he got out of bed and headed for the dressing table.  He found
his phone and made sure it was his.  Be a little embarrassing if he
answered Agent Weather's phone.

   "Davies here." Agent Weathers' phone was still ringing.  She was out of
bed and headed toward the dressing table.  Anderson had already moved into
the bathroom and closed the door.

   "They sent another message in the clear.  Then their system went down
for fifteen minutes this time before it reset.  We're analyzing twelve
messages that were sent today.  They want you in as soon as possible. 
They're mounting an operation.  Hurry up." The connection was broken.

   Anderson walked out into the bedroom.  Mindy Weathers was still talking
on her phone.  Anderson threw his phone on the dressing table and went back
into the bathroom.  He had the shower going when Mindy entered the
bathroom.

   "What did they tell you ?" She called over the shower noise.

   "Probably the same thing they told you.  They intercepted another
message." Mindy entered the shower.  Anderson lowered his voice.  It was a
moment before he continued.  Looking at her tits again gave him a woody,
his cock filling with blood.  "They want to mount an operation so get your
ass to work.  Fuck !  It's three in the fucking a.m..." He stopped abruptly
when Mindy took a hold of his cock and started stroking with her soapy
hand.

   "We got time, Anderson.  Do me, honey.  We're gonna get the fuckers this
time." She was stroking his fat dick faster.  It was as hard as it gets. 
Mindy turned and put her hands up against the shower stall and wiggled her
butt back and forth.

   Anderson took a hold of her hips and brought her back to his cock.  He
rubbed his soap soaked cock up and down the crack of Mindy's nice and plump
ass cheeks.  The shower water was washing the soap away and then he lowered
his cock and pushed it up between her legs.  He was in her, spreading her
cunt lips apart and invading her vagina.

   "Oh !  Go, baby." Anderson thrust up with his thighs and then started
fucking the shit out of her up against the shower tile.  The sound of
slapping flesh filled the bathroom.  They were primed and she started
cuming when the first spurt shot out of his cock.

   It was closer to four-thirty before the two agents arrived at their
office.  They arrived in separate cars, five minutes apart.

   Chapter Twenty-Three
From: "Woody"
To: "Flowerlips"

   Wednesday 05 October 2200.  8839 Carbondale.  Confirm.

   "This was the first message that interested us.  The rest are just
greetings and reports.  Very hard to figure out what is being reported on
but there's a lot of numbers.  This message was sent early in the day." The
message was being propagated by an overhead projector and viewed by about
twenty agents.  "We've already alerted the local office.  It's a place down
in Henderson.  This looks exactly like the previous party we busted.  I
told the locals to expect a lot of supervision on this one.  We'll be
sending a team later today.  The second message went through their system
five hours later." Another slide flashed up on the screen.
From: "Flowerlips"
To: "Woody"

   I'll be there.

   "We doubt there will be any of the players we want there but it's
another way in.  To be honest we're not even sure they're doing anything
illegal besides prostitution.  The amounts of money tied with their message
traffic is just very suspicious.  We need to do this right, this time. 
This is very compartmentalized.  Need to know and all that.  Let's get on
it." The sound of chairs being scraped back was loud.  There was immediate
chatter among the agents.  Several headed to the door and their cubicles.

   Mindy Weathers was up front with the chiefs of operations and
intelligence.  She motioned for Agent Davies to join them.  He left the
agents, he was talking with, and moved to the podium.

   "Okay.  I want you two to be there when they raid the place.  Let the
locals do the deed.  Stay in the background.  Watch your asses.  Regardless
of what they turn up at the house, I want you two to continue on to Newport
Beach, California.  Either of you familiar ?"

   Both the agents indicated they weren't.  The chief of operations
continued.  "Some bright young lady up in the Portland office checked all
the yacht basins in and around where you ran into our drug smuggler.  A
yacht named "Viper" left a place just north of where you were a week before
the encounter.  It's home port is Balboa, California."

   Both of the agents had smiles a mile wide plastering their faces.  Mindy
blurted out, "I assume you've checked..." The chief of operations held up
his hand.

   "The slip has been empty since late August and as of twenty minutes ago
was still empty.  I think that you two should meet this yacht's owner, a
Mister Mike Minter, when he docks, don't you ?" He laughed a bit and patted
Anderson on the shoulder when he walked away.  Several agents were waiting
to engage him with questions.

  
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   Jake Morrison had been sitting in the park since eight.  It was now
nine-thirty and very dark.  No one had entered the park for twenty minutes.
At nine-forty, Jake dialed a number.  Eight minutes later two vehicles
pulled up and parked at the edge of the park.  Jake got up off the grass
and wandered over to where the vehicles were parked.

   "Hey, what's the haps, Jake ?" There were six guys and two girls
standing around the vehicles.  Jake greeted his friends.  And then very
carefully described what he wanted done.  The group was sure they could
pull it off.  Jake was sure they could too.  If they were apprehended they
were to tell the authorities that some guy in the park gave them the garage
door opener and paid them $100 to use it at precise times tonight.

   Jake expected them at the rendezvous no later than eleven-fifteen.  The
two vehicles raced off.  At exactly ten zero five the first of the vehicles
drove up into the driveway at 8839 Carbondale and into the garage using the
garage door opener.  The vehicle was filled with four teenagers.  Three
minutes after the garage door came down it came back up and the vehicle,
with just the driver visible, sped away.

   Eight minutes later a van pulled into the same driveway and using the
remote control opened the garage door.  The van stayed for five minutes and
then sped away from the residence.  Both of the vehicles drove around
aimlessly for over an hour before meeting up at a Taco Bell, near the
university.

   Jake was there waiting for them.  He liked Taco Bells for meets.  The
two groups were three minutes apart and sat near where Jake was finishing a
chicken soft taco.  The rest started eating.  The girls were talking about
the Friday night football game.  The guys were just eating.  Jake was
sucking on a Pepsi.

   "How'd it go ?"

   "No problem, Jake.  No visible surveillance but I noticed a motor home
parked on the street about three houses down from the target." Jake looked
at the other table.

   "Samo...Samo.  I noticed the motor home, too.  No lights.  No cord from
the house like they were house guests." Jake nodded.  He was pleased that
they weren't stopped.  He would have eyes on the target all night.  Jake
slipped several ounce bags of weed out from under his shirt.  Under the
cover of the table he shoved them into his empty Taco Bell bag.  He left
the bag on the table and got up to leave.

   "Thanks.  I owe you guys.  A little down payment." He nodded toward the
bag and wandered out into the parking lot.

  
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   Agent Davies was tucking in his shirt tail.  Agent Weathers was in the
bathroom, washing the cum off her neck and chest.  Anderson could see her
through the mirror.  Seeing her tits like this was giving him another
woody. They'd checked into a motel in Henderson, this afternoon.  The
locals had surveillance on the target.  Anderson and Mindy had time, so
they had sex while they were waiting for night fall.

   She noticed him staring at her.  She called to him, "Want to go again,
honey ?" She was shaking her butt at him, massaging her tits.  Her nipples
were erect, areolae all crinkly.  She could see that he had a woody in his
pants and was squeezing it.

   "Get dressed, Agent Weathers.  It's time to be professional."

   "You seemed intensely professional a little while ago while you were
fucking my tits.  I've never had a pearl necklace before." He was in the
bathroom with her, putting on his jacket - a sports jacket.

   They were traveling under aliases and would be parked well down the
block when the raid started, just waiting and watching and listening. 
Anderson had insured that all electronic communication within a square mile
of the house would be monitored.  Not the calls themselves, just the fact
that you were using an electronic communicating device.  Then depending on
who you were calling...Well you get the picture.

   "Get dressed, you nymph." She backed her bare ass into his crotch as he
combed his hair.  Anderson stepped away from her and spanked her ass.  She
laughed and headed out into the motel room.

   Ten minutes later they left the room and headed for their vehicle, a
late model Toyota.  Twenty minutes later they were leaving a Starbucks on
Sunset and cruising the target neighborhood.  They both noticed the
surveillance vehicle, a mobile home.  The kind you travel with and stay in
trailer parks.  A long electric cord from the house to the mobile home
would have made it look a lot less suspicious.  But neither agent noticed.

   They were parked, lights out, about half a block from the target house.
It was just short of midnight.  Both of the agents were wearing ear plugs,
listening to the tactical frequency.

   "Agents in place." Came through their ear plugs.  Their night vision
goggles were down and they were watching all the houses around the target.
Both agents had agreed that this could be a trap.  If that was the case
someone would be watching and reporting.  They would love to get a line on
that someone.

   "Move." The agents could immediately see movement around the target
house.  Two SUVs turned the corner in front of them and rushed down the
street to the target.  A dozen agents scrambled out of the vehicles and
rushed up to the house.  Agents appeared to be entering the target house.

   "It's empty.  No furniture at all.  Some lights on and a portable radio
playing some local radio station.  Everyone out now.  Plan delta."

   The comm line went dead and wouldn't be activated again that evening. 
Mindy and Anderson studied the houses surrounding the target.  No lights
were on.  No visible activity.  They got burned by these guys again.  They
were sure of it when they drove away from their observation post an hour
and a half after the swat team left the neighborhood.

  
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   Tilly Matterhorn pushed up the night vision goggles and rubbed her eyes.
She noted the time and then made some notations on her notepad.  She
figured that was the end of it but would keep an eye out until she left to
meet Jake.....

   .....It was zero five-thirty when the girl in the pink warm-up suit
entered the park.  There wasn't even the hint of the new day in the east.
She was running along at a pretty good clip when she saw him down in the
culvert on the north side of the park.  He was wearing a gray sweat suit
with a hoody.

   She slowed her gait and started to trot down into the culvert.  Jake was
sitting down, back against the wall.  Tilly moved to sit next to him.

   "So how'd it go, Tilly ?"

   She held out a folded piece of paper.  Jake took it and put it in his
pant's pocket.  "It's all in the notes.  A couple of minutes after midnight
I noticed figures coming around both sides of the house and up on to the
front porch.  They were all carrying automatic weapons with face shields.
Two vehicles, SUVs, were coming down the street at a high rate of speed. 
Close to a dozen guys jump out of the SUVs and run toward the house. 
They're all dressed the same...Dark slacks and shoes with their jackets on.
There's some loud noise and then they're streaming into the house.  Fifteen
minutes later, give or take a couple, they're gone.  There's a camper still
parked down the street, been there for a couple of days, and some of the
guys may have come from there.  I was OBE (overcome by events) for a
bit...There were so many of them.  Maybe twenty and I have no idea how many
may have been in the back yard."

   "Good work, Tilly.  Anything else ?"

   She smiled up at him and pushed closer to him.  "At two a.m.  a dark
colored vehicle, that had been parked down at the cross street since about
1145, drove away.  I saw it drive up and park but no one ever got out.  It
was too far away to see anything and they either didn't smoke or were smart
enough not to." She pushed her hand between his arm and body.  He was warm
and it was cool in the park.

   "Jack pot !  Thanks darling." Jake leaned down and kissed her lips. 
"Here.  This is for you, Tilly." He pushed an ounce bag into her hand. 
"Gotta go, babe.  We might have to do a bit of celebrating this evening. 
What do you say ?  We'll go to dinner...Get a room." He was disengaging
from her and she was shoving the ounce into her warm-up jacket pocket.

   "That sounds cool, Jake." He was already backing away from her.

   Chapter Twenty-Four

   It was going on four in the dimly lit bar.  Anderson had chosen a booth
in the rear.  They were hungry.  Mindy was using the rest room.  Two vodka
on the rocks were sitting on the table.  The bar was, surprisingly, doing a
brisk business.  Surprising to the agents, that is.  To the locals this was
very normal.

   Anderson noticed that Mindy was talking to their waitress, a very tall,
skinny blonde.  She was a good looking girl with legs up to her armpits,
about five years younger than Mindy, he figured.  She had a hold of the
young girl's arm and was laughing.  So was the waitress.  Their
conversation went on for three or four minutes.  Mindy came back to the
table with two new drinks.  Anderson was thankful because he'd drained his
while she was talking to the waitress.

   Mindy snuggled close to him and drank down her first in one or two
swallows.  Anderson took a hold of her thigh.  She was wearing a pair of
tight slacks and a sleeveless tank-top all dark.  Her jacket was a light
wind breaker, dark in color.

   "What were you talking to the waitress about ?" Anderson asked casually.
He really didn't care, still thinking about the raid.  But they had gone
over the raid again and again since they left the stakeout.  There had been
no electronic communication out of any of the houses, surrounding the
target.  The locals refused to continue the surveillance.  He didn't blame
them.  The target house was completely bare except for the radio.

   "I asked her what she was doing after work." His crotch immediately came
alive.

   "What about Newport Beach ?"

   "Fuck Newport Beach.  I just called and they got all bent out of shape
'cause of the time.  They're supposed to be watching the fucking slip.  I
told them we'd be there day after tomorrow some time." She looked up at
him.

   "You're the boss." He gave her thigh a squeeze.

   "Good, 'cause I think Nancy is interested in going back to our room."
They were traveling as husband and wife, in preparation for future
operations, they were told.  Anderson was sure it was because the ruse they
were using, just boss and subordinate was not working.  In either case he
didn't care.  At the mention of Nancy coming back to their room his cock
began to stiffen.

   Mindy reached into his crotch and felt a very nice, thick cock.  She
stroked it.  "Look at her, Anderson.  I want you to fuck her while she's
eating me." His cock was as hard as it gets.  The waitress was coming
toward them with a three drinks in her hands and her purse slung over her
shoulder.  She slid into the booth opposite them and pushed two drinks
across the table.

   "I'm off." She smiled at them both and took a gulp of her drink.  The
three of them left about four-thirty.

  
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   Jake Morrison was having a cup of coffee at the Starbucks up on Sunset.
He'd walked from the park and it had taken him about a half hour.  It was
starting to lighten in the east.  Jake figured it would be a very nice
early October day.

   He dialed the number by heart.  It rang once before, "Daniel."

   "Hey, duuude !  This is Jake.  The shipment went out last night at
midnight.  Our part went off without a hitch.  Our agent, on sight, said
that at least twenty guys showed up to move the stuff.  They had a lot of
fancy gear and electronics, too.  They were in and out in about fifteen but
supervision stayed for two hours, checking out shit."

   "When...How'd you get the info ?" He sounded anxious.

   "Face to face with our agent, Daniel.  That's the way I set it up.  You
didn't put a time limit on anything or did I miss that ?  The agent
reported directly to me thirty eight minutes ago."

   "No...No...Great job, Jake.  What are you doing the rest of the day ?  I
might want you to meet with someone."

   "Was gonna catch some "Z"s and I should tell you that I'm on foot, just
a student on his way to where ever."

   "Copy that.  Any places down here you like to eat at besides Taco Bell."
Daniel laughed.

   Jake laughed too.  "The bowling alley cooks an okay breakfast."

   "Okay, Jake.  I'll call you back in a bit." Daniel rang off.

   Daniel was at home and immediately went to his computer.  He worked for
several minutes, composing, before he started typing.  It went quickly.
From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Snake"
On site observation reported it happened at midnight with surveillance
until two.  Twenty plus on the team.  Jake Morrison and some of his
distributors did the work.  Very impressive.  Would like to bring him in on
the transport problem.  He's done good shit for us in the past.  I vouch

for him.  Your call.  We need to meet.

   "Bonerboy" sat back and waited.  He lit a bowl of weed and took a deep
drag.  You've got mail !  "Snake" had been waiting at, Daniel looked at his
watch, six-twenty in the morning !  Fuck !
From: "Snake"
To: "Bonerboy"

   Make it happen.

   Daniel leaned forward and started typing.
From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Snake"

   Lanes up on sunset.  Eight.

   Daniel leaned back against the couch and took another drag.  It was a
little before seven.  He dialed Jake's number.  It rang just once before
being answered.

   "Jake."

   "Breakfast at eight at the lanes." He closed the connection.

   Jake closed his phone and wandered out of Starbucks and over toward the
Casino/Bowling alley.  There was only one way to observe.  So Jake set off
in that direction.  The car wash opened at seven and it was coming up on
seven now.

  
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   "Snake" dialed right after Daniel's first email.  Carlos picked up on
the third ring.  He was on the north end of the Strip picking up some
entertainers.

   "What do you need, buddy."

   "Our friends showed up at one of our parties.  Had a great time.  Face
to face from now on.  I'll be at the `Hacienda' after I finish a little
work here.  So will Casey and Colleen.  Would be a good idea to bring her
old man and their daughter plus some play toys if you can.  No pros.  Up to
you.  I'm going to play retired for a while."

   Carlos waited a few moments before answering.  "You shutting it all down
?"

   "As soon as I get off the phone with you."

   "Locals ?"

   "No.  I'm meeting with our agent on site for breakfast.  I'm bringing
Casey.  You want to come ?  You'd make five."

   "You need cover ?"

   "Don't think so.  Still cool out but someone is looking hard.  I want to
disappear for a while.  Not be so out front.  Understand ?"



   "Yea...I understand.  I'll finish up here and meet you out at the
`hacienda' for lunch.  You gonna call Colleen ?"

   "Yea...Anything else ?"

   "No." "Snake" was dialing as soon as the connection went dead and the
dial tone returned.  Five rings went by before "Snake" heard, "Ugh ! 
Yea...What ?"

   "They busted it.  I'm picking you up in five minutes.  Copy !!"

   An instantly alert Casey answered.  "I'll be ready." He rolled out of
bed and looked over at the teenager on the other side.  He'd have to figure
a way to get her out to the "hacienda." He'd call Carlos.  He flipped open
his phone and started dialing.

   "Snake" was listening to another ringing phone.  Six so far.  Finally,
"Rusty."

   "`Snake' here.  I'll need to go at say nine-thirty this morning.  A
problem ?"

   "Usual destination ?

   "Yea, with a full load."

   "See you then."

   Continued in

   "More Juice !"
   Book Nine