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Post by biggkidd on Aug 11, 2014 19:06:12 GMT -6
Way to go Will! Keep it up.
Larry
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Post by willc453 on Aug 16, 2014 9:34:05 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 49 The Farm outside of Sheridan, Oregon August 3rd Saturday (contd)
On the way back (Monday), the girls told me I had to take a shower as I was pretty...."well, you know" as they put it. And it would help my case if I also had my beard trimmed as it was getting rather "wooly". I said okay, but the things a man will do for smooches and marriage. Thing is, I must have been exhausted because next thing I know the girls are helping me out of the car and into the shower area. They had to help me take off my t-shirt/shoes/socks and felt really bad inside when I heard them hiss when this was done. Told them that I was sorry that I was so fat, but I was losing weight and sorry thinking I could get them to be interested in me. Felt like sh*t inside and very, very ashamed. They were both quick to say no, that wasn't why they had made that noise....it was the number of bruises I had. They simply hadn't realized how badly banged up I had gotten between rolling the 6 by and then getting tossed by the horse. Said I was covered in black, blue and yellow bruises and each gave me a kiss and tried to hold me close till I hissed in some pain. Apparently, we had stopped by the apartment for clean clothes/my shaving gear, while I was sleeping. Asked if I needed any more help, but I wasn't so out of it that I couldn't respond, saying how about washing this poor, cripples back....and if you do the back, how about the front? They had big smiles when they said nnnoooo.... Well, I knew what I had to do and after getting under the shower, turned on only the cold water and yanked the chain. F*ck, that water was cold! All of a sudden it seemed like I had no d*ck and my balls crawled up so far inside my body that they must have been near my tonsils. Must of made some sort of noise because both girls asked if I was okay and if not, they would both come inside the shower area to help me. When I asked them if they really meant it, they both said yes. Oh man, here was my chance to fulfill a fantasy of them and me in the shower together brought my balls and d*ck out of hiding....but told them no, that I had hit myself with cold water to help me wake up. An extra long chain had been put on this shower and there was a chair inside it too. Figure this must be for old people who had to use a walker or wheelchair. I did a lot of grunting trying to get clean but finally did and did feel a bit better, but couldn't button my pants with my right arm in the temp cast which was nothing more than 2 flat boards and cloth wrapped around it. When I got done, asked the girls to come in and they helped me get my pants buttoned up, shoes/socks on. At least I was able to get my pants and t-shirt on my myself.
I hobbled over to the sink area where there was another chair where I sat while Jennifer trimmed my beard. Man, she really cut it back too, not that I'm complaining. The hard part was her combing it first to get a lot of knots out of the hair. Told her that if she wanted to, they could cut/shave the beard off, but to leave my mustache alone. They both quickly agreed because they said without the beard, I'd look a lot better. Jennifer cut off the beard, then Patricia did the shaving, but letting me look in a small mirror to make sure she didn't make it too short. Haven't gone back to a total 35-10 look in years and wasn't starting now. They both looked surprised when they got done, saying I looked 20 years younger without the beard and....I said, you mean the white hair in the beard? They said yes and I told them that white was there because I worry about you two so much and they both smiled at that. When we got home, Jennifer insisted I take Herberts bed (full size, Thank You GOD!) when she saw not only how badly bruised I was, but having trouble walking. I was ever so glad to have the 3 of us ride back instead of walking. The couch has been good to me, but with 3 cushions, I wasn't going to get the full back support I'd need. Some time while I was sleeping, one of the medics came out and put a cast on my right arm. Kind of threw me off when I woke up, not figuring out why at first, my arm was so heavy/unresponsive.
Tuesday, Montana came out of his coma, Truth is, we were all kind of worried. Thing is, he's not here mentally. He thinks he's 8 years old and doesn't understand why he's not with his mom & dad at their ranch in Montana. The docs say this is kind of rare, not that this helps him/us. Went to see him Wednesday and I tried explain everything to him, but simply can not understand and started crying. So I held him and told him to look at us (the guys/me) as his uncles. The docs don't know when he'll come out of it, but they say he eventually will, though the longest case period they've heard of was 3 years. Annette is Aunt Annie and in some ways, it's tearing her up. Also on Wednesday, Acorn stopped by to see me. Think he's still suspicious that I'm faking my injuries, so he also checked in with the docs. So I'm on medical leave until Tuesday of next week.
Tuesday evening, the girls seemed to have changed towards me and didn't know what I had done wrong. Did I say or do something that put them off? That was my thought, so asked them. They said no, they were just tired and still trying to comprehend (adjust?) to what happened in Danby and of course, putting in hours at the hospital caring for the wounded and learning to be emt's. What really bothered me was not only not getting the kisses/smooches as I had been, but I was reaching out to them to hold their hands, when before they would give them to me or reach out for me. And we didn't seem to hold hands as long as we used to....at least that's what I think. I still remember them saying give them a little more time when they told me I wasn't alone any more. And with each passing day, the girls seemed to grow a bit more distant and now I wonder if they've changed their minds about me/them....or worse yet, seeing some guy, but not knowing how to bring it up. For a couple of days thought they were going thru their periods, but that didn't explain why Helen/Maria seemed a bit distant and getting some strange look from them. Supper seemed strained and figured on having it out Friday when they came back from the hospital. Wasn't till Friday that I understood.
On Friday, had just finished an entry and going to take another nap when I heard a knock on the door. Having everyone becoming more security conscious because of what Lisp said about Montana and Annette being some of the people to look out for. Thing is, who's on the list and why? Also, who's coming up with this list and what are they paying if someone on the list gets captured? Again, lots of questions but no answers.
Still had the double barrel/shells with me and it was laying on the floor next to the bed. Always kept the bedroom door open just in case I was needed. Was also surprised/kind of ashamed of myself for not thinking of this earlier: the guys got 3, 5 gallon water/gas cans filled with water so we can flush the toilet. Can p*e all we want, but 2 sh*ts and it's gotta be flushed. While we had spare toilet paper, eventually it was going to run out again so we had stacks of magazines/newspapers when it ran out. But I have to wonder what's happening at the sewage treatment plant? I mean, this stuff goes there, but will the tank(s?) overflow and become a health problem? Not my concern now of course.
Asked who is it and some guy says he's looking for Patricia O'Hara and Jennifer Conley and told they lived here. I said hold on a minute, I'll tell them someone's asking for them and walked to the French glass door, took a peek around the corner and there's 3 guys standing by the doors with guns. Only reason I didn't kill them right then and there was because their rifles were slung. Told them to freeze and anyone even twitched, I'd blow them in half. One guy was partially turned to me and he could see the shotgun 20 feet or so away from them and he told them what he saw....and they froze. Then I shouted: this is Andy and I need help NOW! Socrates and Sampson were upstairs and as soon as they saw the guys, their rifles were pointing at them and then Helen came out with her pistol, doing the same. And within a minute or 2, had Bill, Roy, Top and Gary on the other side of these 3 guys.
Told the 3 guys to one at a time to very carefully put ALL their weapons on the ground, turn around so their backs were to me and then lay on the ground. They did, but one guy said they worked for Mr. Carter and I told him I didn't care if he worked for Jesus Christ. Thing is, when these guys layed down, they spread their arms and legs....like they've been thru this before with cops and that DID NOT make me happy. The 1st guy I checked was clean, but the 2nd guy, he had a pistol strapped to his ankle and 2 knives strapped to his wrists. I said remember what I said about they were to put ALL their weapons on the ground? When he said yes, I kicked him in the nuts as hard as I could. But he couldn't/didn't dare curl up because I had the shotgun barrel against the back of his neck. Asked the other if he had any more weapons and all of a sudden out came a couple of pistols and a barbers straight razor. The strange thing about it at the time was all these guys were dressed in suits!
Then hearing a voice I NEVER expected to hear....it was that mother f*cking Aaron and he wanted to know what was going on with his men. Roy, etc. had called out that someone was coming and then backed up so they could cover him as he walked towards us. I said hey a$$hole, see you're stupid as ever to think someone's going to just open a door just because someone says they're looking for someone. He looked at me, at the double barrel shotgun in my hands and kind of turned white. Guess he didn't expect me to be here/near the girls or the reception I was giving him men. While Aarons men layed on the ground, had Helen gather their weapons. Well, Aaron knew me and I knew him and he went into his slick lawyer spiel of bullsh*t of how I was over reacting and now that I knew these guys worked for him, he wanted their weapons returned to them, etc. Told him to f*ck off, that they just made a contribution to the Oregon state militia armory. Man, he didn't like that at all....and of course, his men didn't either. Then the girls came running up, wanting to know what's going on.
When the girls came up to me, they stood next to me, asking if I was okay. Said I was, reached out to pull them next to me and kissed their cheeks. Was thinking of some lip on lip action, but considering how the girls had been acting lately, figured not to push my luck. Saw Aaron staring at me/the girls and when the girls backed off, I stuck my tongue out at him which I'm pretty sure really p*ssed him off. Motioned to Aaron and said you girls remember Aaron don't you? That's when Roy called out we had a lady coming and the way he said it, it was with awe. When I saw her, I could understand why.
There are some women that just ooze....I don't know the right words, but how about "f*ck me any time, any where, any place, as many times as you want"? And not only that, she'd come up with new ideas/positions to make your f*cking her even more intense. I remember this lady Arlene Dahl, a redheaded actress with green eyes who was popular in the 50's? Then I'm remembering Nicole Kidman in that 3rd Batman movie. Where she's on the rooftop having turning on the Bat signal with her dressed in what I thought was an all black nightie, high heels, etc. THEN give this woman walking towards us a body between Loni Anderson in her prime and that woman from Baywatch.... Pamela Anderson, that's her name. Her hair was a pale red and figured when she was younger, it was a bright flaming red kind of like Maureen O'Hara had in her prime and white skin. Thing is, it had to be really long, like down to her a$$, but she had it piled on top of her head with a small hat of some kind on it. She was one of those kind of women you'd think she would not only f*ck all of us, but keep f*cking us until we couldn't get our d*cks up and we'd be trying to crawl away, begging her to please let us go as we've had enough. And believe me, ALL of us guys were staring at her. That's when Helen came to my rescue by leaning next to me and whispering in my ear: breath, Andy, remember to breath. Remember she was wearing a long set of high heel/black boots, a black skirt that ended just above her knees and it had a slit on the left side of it so when she walked, she showed more leg....and she had a set. I could see a small set of earrings and pretty sure they weren't glass and her pearl necklace was probably in the 4 figure range. To set it off, a tight, white blouse. Remember that old joke about she's got a pair of 38's and they're loaded. If so, this lady must have had 50's or 100's. Well, not really, but they were damn sure eye catcher I can tell you that.
And I knew who was boss, because the first thing she said "I want to know what's going on....now". She said it in a quiet tone, but Aaron couldn't get the words out fast enough. Kind of surprised me he didn't try lying about the 2 guys not coughing up all their weapons like I told them to. She said, you must be Andrew Thomas and I said it depends.....what did he do? She just kind of stares at me and I think she was trying to overwhelm me with her....presence, if that's the right word. Then I deliberately stared at her t*ts and asked her when she flew, did she have them declared as luggage or carry on? Man, she really stared at me, then gave a big laugh, saying she liked me, but wasn't what she expected. She looked at Aarons 3 guys, telling them to return to the car and she'd have a few words to say later on about this occurrence/lack of judgment on their part. They did not look happy at all. So I waited and she said after hearing Aaron talk about me, I was suppose to look like Methuselah, but a lot balder, older and fatter, no offense meant. Add to this, when I wasn't being a crazed killer, I was a womanizer. I said if smooching the 2 women that I love is being a womanizer, guilty as charged. As to crazed killer, I only kill beasts. When she asked what beasts were, told her. This is when Aaron spoke, saying see mother, he thinks he can get away with being judge, jury and executioner. Looked at him and said there's no thinking about it. Get rid of the 1 percenters and the world will be a better place. Wanted to know what a 1 percenter was and told her they were the ones making it hard for decent people to enjoy life....like video taping women being raped, making snuff films, murder, armed robbery, car jacking, etc. As far as I was concerned, the 2nd time someone's convicted by the law for such crimes, kill them. NO life sentence. And right now, it's open season on beasts. His mother wanted to know about my cutting off heads of these "beasts" and posting score of the number we killed. Told her since we started doing this, there's been NO trouble from beasts in those areas as they know we don't f*ck around with them. Aaron said "everyone" knows that those rape & snuff films as I called them, were nothing more than movies and not based in reality. I didn't even bother replying to that statement.
This is when Maria came up and stared at Aaron, so asked her if she knew him and she said yes, but she'd talk with me later about it. Aaron looked a bit p*ssed but no idea why when he saw Maria.
Said to him, I was wondering how everyone made out on your trip to Salem. He was surprised that we hadn't met on I-5 and things were going well until the 2nd day of the journey. He and several men had decided that they would check the stores in the area for supplies. He, of course, had left a check plus 25% on top of what he estimated the value of the goods were and a note because he was well aware of the law and did not want to be accused of looting or theft. That because of the current situation they were in, it should be considered extenuating circumstances if it ever came to being in court. And of course, he was a very good lawyer. They had gone further from the party than intended, heard gunfire, though they couldn't tell which direction it had come from. When they returned to their camp/party, all the men were dead and women missing. He feared the worse for them. That perhaps this wouldn't of happened if we had joined his party with our guns.
Then Aaron says he was surprised to see me here....was I looking to start franchising a bordello in Sheridan now? The girls asked just what did he mean and says he was trying to be polite in mixed company, but Andy and Sampson here own and run a whorehouse in McMinnville. Quite amusing to him to hear how I respect women so much that he has them working sexually for food. Complete silence from everyone when he said that. The girls backed away from me and asked was it true I owned a house of prostitution? I said yes, but I have an explanation. All 4 women backed away from me, with the girls saying they didn't want hear it. My stuff would be on the patio, turned and walked backed into the apartment. Thing is, heard them lock the apartment door and that really hurt. Sampson tried to tell them what happened, but they told him Cici would be ever so disappointed.
Aaron looked at me and said what goes around, comes around. I looked at him and told him you're right about that and he knew what I meant. I don't know when, where or how, but I'm going to nail that mother f*cker. I just don't want to simply kill him no matter how tempting the idea is. There' an awkward silence from everyone and that's when Aarons mom introduces herself as Chevon (pronounced She Von). Said she was interested in hearing my side of the story, especially since how I looked when the girls left me like they did.
Told her sorry, but wasn't in any mood to talk with anyone right now. That's when Aaron made the mistake of saying since I was leaving, he'd wait for the girls to calm down and talk with them. Don't know what showed on my face, but Chevon told Aaron to back off right now as she could see I was an extremely dangerous man. Aaron had a smirk on his face while he was telling me he was going to wait for the girls to clam down, but all of a sudden he couldn't back up quick enough to get away from me. That f*cking pu$$y actually stood behind him mother! Sampson & Socrates got in front of me, basically blocking me from going at Aaron, with Sampson saying not here, not now brother. Chevon told Aaron to get in the car and that she'd deal with him later because he may of cost her a very valuable employee. I have no idea what she meant as far as dealing with him later, but he turned kind of green. And if she treats Aaron this way, I wonder if her husband has to give back his balls when they're done f*cking.
Chevon said the reason I was dangerous was being those few people that crop up from time to time. Asked what she meant and said people like me see things in black & white, with no shades of grey. That no matter what the cost to themselves, they will always do right by others. They serve as a beacon to others to do the same, that people like me go thru life unnoticed until something like this happens, then we not only lead, but serve as an example for others to become leaders. But people like me can also be very, very fragile and can be broken because she saw how I felt about Jennifer and Patricia....and how I looked not only when they walked into their apartment, but apparently the other 2 women. Said yep, that's me....Andy Thomas, the Dudley Doright beacon of goodness and light for others to stare in awe of.
She thought I had untapped potential and before saying no, would I listen to her job offer? No idea what the f*ck this woman could offer me considering I had just lost the girls. She said considering the way things are right now, money is worthless, but eventually things would get back on track. She was having problems with those I call beasts and would like to hire me to deal with not only them, others she's heard people in other cities are having problems with. Like how I dealt with those in Canby. She would not only keep Aaron away from me, but not permit him to ever see or bother the girls in any way. She would see that the girls always got a monthly supply of food until things returned to normal and if need be, medical supplies depending on what their problem was. That I would be given whet ever supplies I needed while in her employment and she would pay me $10,000 a month while in her employment. If I died while in her employment, she would pay $100,000 to whom every I wanted.
She knew that I would probably say no right now, but she wanted me to think things over and to keep my interest in her offer, as a sign of good faith on her part, with no strings attached, here was some things as part of her offer and of course, stuff that Aaron had brought for the women (meaning the girls). She turns around whistles (and really good at it too), then waves her hand. Before you know it, there's 6 guys bringing CASES of food and other things. The girls got 6 cases of food....thing is, my pile was 5 times larger. Not only that, there were 4 cartons of non-filter Pall Malls, 15 bags of tobacco with 10 cases of rolling papers and 6 (40 rolls per case) large cases of commercial toilet paper. Everyone's standing kind of still in shock as this stuff is piled by the entrance way. Truth is, so was I, but told her she may as well take this stuff back because I wasn't interested and besides, I was in the national guard now and didn't think they would be too happy with me free lancing so to speak for her. She seemed surprised (along with everyone else), but tells me to think it over and leave word at the Salems mayors office any time up to 7 days from now, with the end of next Friday being the last day of her offer. Then she would accept my answer even if it was still no, but these supplies (2 month worth) were mine to keep either way. And consider how these supplies could be used to help others or your 2 trading posts.
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Post by biggkidd on Aug 16, 2014 16:37:49 GMT -6
Great chapter did Andy just find himself a woman?
Larry
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Post by willc453 on Aug 17, 2014 12:54:29 GMT -6
The Layover The Farm outside of Sheridan, Oregon August 3rd Saturday (contd) Chapter 50
They left in 4 older model Suburbans (1 with a trailer)....seems some of the other neighbors turned out to watch them when I called out for help. Noticed the Suburbans were late 60's to mid 70's models, but could see they were modified. When they pulled away, they moved differently....maybe the suspension was modified because the body was armored? Glass was different....bullet proof? And that's got me to wondering....kind of strange that his family would have so many vehicles that weren't effected by the emp. Maybe they were preppers which would make a lot of sense. You don't stay rich (or alive now) by being stupid. Maybe they looked at prepping like I did: having a spare tire not because I plan on getting a flat that day, but for when (not if) I do. Figure Bill Gates and a lot of the rich/famous probably have a lot of bug out places that are well stocked/defended. And remembered Patricia's parents having that hidden room that was so popular several years ago. And of course, they won't be on the prepper shows. Think I'm going to ask around about the Carters. All I know about them is the father and Aaron are good lawyers.
None of the guys and of course, Annette haven't said a word, but knew they had questions, but didn't know how to ask. So called everyone over, with me and Sampson explaining how things happened in McMinnville. Annette asked if this was the absolute truth and told her she and everybody around here should know by now how I feel about those two. And how I've reacted EVERY TIME a woman's being hurt or in danger. Did she really think I could be a pimp forcing women to work for me and running a whorehouse while trying to get them to marry me? To actually use women like that? The ladies working there WANT to be there and there are some who didn't, including some that have brothers and sisters who are now at the 2 farms. Go to The Farms and check it out yourself. Annette said oh Andy and said it in such a way I knew she believed what we had told her. Said she'd talk with the girls about what really happened and told her don't bother. I'm sure the girls won't believe you considering what we went thru when I went looking for/found you. As to Sampson, he's like my youngest, but dumbest brother and so much for him being impartial on what happened.
Asked her to see the girls got the food/supplies from Aaron....in a way, wanted to give them away because they were from him. Thing is, as p*ssed/crushed as I was, I knew they/Abbey/Herbert could use them in addition to some of the stuff we got from the trains. It also wasn't my stuff to give away. Turned to the people who had come running to help me/watch the guys in the Suburbans and told them they could each take 5 cans of food, for those who smoke, take a pack of smokes and 2 rolls of toilet paper. Told Gary to take 20 cans of food for Helen/Maria and 2 packs of smokes for Helen because I knew she smoked and put the left over stuff in his garage. Give Harold 4 bags of tobacco and a couple of boxes of the rolling papers, so Helen has contributed to their trading post. As to my share in the trading post, she was to give it to the girls. I thought about taking some of the canned food and even more importantly, a couple bags of tobacco. Was thinking maybe heading up to Beaverton at the time to give it to John and the others, but something held me back. Don't know why either. Told Gary what's ever left over, keep in your garage for the community. Was surprised that a number of people said they were sorry the girls treated me so badly.
When I heard the glass doors close, knew the girls had my stuff outside. Went back there (curtains drawn closed) to find bikes, bob, mre's and other stuff was all there. I was taking basically just the stuff I had with me when all this sh*t went down back in July plus some canned goods we got from the trains and of course, the 12 gauge/ammo. Took 1 of the Coleman propane bottles and left them the good stove for it. Had that other one, but it wasn't as good, but still.... Left 3 bags of Hershey bras/kissed on the overnight bag....girls never did figure out that I had them wrapped in a couple of plastic bags buried under the rabbit sh*t. Kept 6 bars for Sampson because I was thinking of Cici and maybe Sampson/I could head back north and it would be good to see John, Pearl Diver, etc. Left half the money from the bank under the cardboard floor stiffener in the over night bag, figuring maybe they could use it some way, some how. Thing is, Jennifer even left me the gold coins I had given her....they got laid on top of the money I was leaving them. Left the tools and other things, but was taking my "credit cards".....as the guy once said "don't leave home without it". Sampson commented I must of won a lot of money at that casino and told him, you ain't seen anything yet. Wanted to know what I was talking about and told him it would have to wait a bit more. Even left my spare razor and new box of blades for them. Kept the Xacto handle/ blades and the piano wire I had gotten from the hobby shop. My vest was on the pile and said f*ck it, put it on. Still haven't gotten it dyed, just one thing after another.
Had a hard time in leaving a note for them....part of me wanted to, the other part was thinking/feeling, f*ck them, they deserve nothing from me any more. It said if they ever needed help, let someone know whether it was with the ladies at the farms, Rosemary or the guard in McMinnville. Like I said, did/didn't want to leave that note. Figure it wouldn't take long for the girls to find some guy and when that happened, I wouldn't help them no matter how I felt about them. Been down that road twice and it hurt enough then.
Sampson said he'd give me a hand getting all this stuff upstairs to their apartment and told him no. I couldn't hang around here any more and he said he understood, but where was I going to go to? To remember I was still in the guard and told him that I did remember, I signed on as an advisor. For right now, I was going to see if I could flop at The Farm with Stella/her girls. He asked if that was a good idea....he meant with me being dumped on by the girls like I had, would it be a good idea to be around more women? Said I was actually thinking of Stella and the state militia heading to McMinnville tomorrow to start another militia chapter and take over security at the ranch, so Adams people doing it could get off that detail. One less thing the Col. or Acorn could hold over me. Asked if I wanted company and told him yes/no and he understood, but told him we'd have to talk with Janet and get her okay. So we got his bike/stuff together and went to see her. Socrates said he and Reginald would look out for the girls and told him thanks, I appreciated it.
Told Janet what happened and apparently she's already been told by different people and of course, different stories. She wanted to know why I was asking her permission when I outranked her and told her I respected her opinion. That deep down I was always a private, a sergeant at best and you know how we are. Wanted to know what we were going to do after we got the militia set up in McMinnville and told her I was thinking of heading to Beaverton to see how everyone's doing up there. Besides, Sampson is probably mooning in not having seen Cici in quite awhile. She looked me in the eye and said I was a poor liar....what was I really going to do? Do what I said I was going to do, but then hunt down Lisp/Turtle, send their heads to Patricia and work my way up this food chain the beasts seem to have established. Said that's the private Andy she knew. Tells Sampson to be careful because I could get him in a situation that I (meaning me) couldn't talk or fight our way out of. Asked about Chevons job offer and told her I couldn't take it because I was in the guard. At least everyone here will have a supply of extra groceries if/when needed. Then she said she was going to use one of my expressions: it was nut cracking time: how did I feel about the girls turning on me like they did? Said I'm like a yo-yo right now.... feel utterly and totally betrayed and wondered if they were just stringing me along this entire time because I kept them safe and supplied with food. What's worse, while I still love them, can't trust them not to hurt me again which was why I was leaving town. She said that Herbert would miss me and our fishing trips and I said I would too. Especially since Herberts birthday is coming up.
At least Bill isn't giving Annette any sh*t about caring for Montana while the rest of the guys are busy. Trying to think what else happened. Abbey watches him along with Herbert. All this writing is helping me a little bit, but also not helping. I mean, remembering/writing about the girls, me and the shower and all of that. Then what happened when Aaron showed up.
When we left, didn't head for The Farm as I told Sampson/everyone. Told him I wanted to see if I could find my hat and looked at me like I was crazy. I said I know, but I spent 10 years of my life in the A.F. and those pins represent part of those years. And that hat's been with me since late last year. Besides, there's something I hadn't told you and then told him about the money in the satchel when Annette & I were together. Asked how much did I think was in it and told him I really didn't know, but there was a sh*t load. He said a sh*t load is not only a rather vague description, but rather crude, but then what did one expect from someone who still thinks like a private instead of an officer and gentleman. When I told him about the bank money, he about had a cow, saying first I was bank robber, a dope dealer giving grass to Stella like I did and now a pimp running a whorehouse....what's next, political ambitions? I said naw, remember I see everything in black & white and some guy starts laying a line of bullsh*t, whether another politician or voter, I'd kick him in the nuts....at least verbally....if he was lucky.
When we got to the trains, saw the locomotives had been moved towards Canby along with some of the cars, but they were still being unloaded. Surprised there was that much stuff in them to still unload. Stella had gone back to The Farm, but her girls were unloading along with the townies and streamers. Didn't bother to stop/talk with anyone because I wanted my hat. Took us maybe an hour, but found it and what made me really happy was all my pins were still there. Sampson wanted to know about them, so told him where these places were at and what it was like there, along with "losing" a difference of opinion with the head of SAC while at March AFB. He said he knew now why I wasn't impressed with rank, but only by the person. Took us another hour or less to find the gully where the beasts lay rotting because of the number of birds that had been feeding on them. Found the satchel and after moving away from the corpses, pulled out the money and was surprised that Sampson kind of sucked his breath in at the sight of it. In one way I was too, but was thinking of two things: mainly the girls and of course, money per say really didn't have any value right now except for b*tt wipe. It was a little over $180,000 and asks what I'm going to do with it. Told him was keeping $25,000 for each of you, part of it going to the guard, the rest to Stella/the girls at The Farms and Rosemary/the streamers and I got the left overs. He couldn't believe it when I tossed him $100,000 and told him this is a kind of payback for what you guys go thru in the military today. Politicians don't give a sh*t about you, I do. Maybe it'll be nothing more than fancy toilet paper, but if things change.... And who knows, maybe some people will still sell stuff for money. Asked me what I was going to do with the money if things returned to "normal" and told him about buying land in Florida where I got family. He tells me this would help his mom and younger brothers/sisters on their farm back in Georgia.
Hit the road which made getting to Stella/The Farm a lot easier. Stopped by to see Rosemary and things are better now for everyone with them having tents. Not everyone's in one, but still.... Said that the militia was organizing in Canby with a lot of new volunteers. After getting f*cked by Aaron in not telling the girls about the whorehouse, figured let her know not only how much there was to begin with, but who got what and why. She was happy to get the $15,000, saying if we can get things back to normal within a month or so, it would help everyone get back on their feet quicker. Stella was glad to see us and had no problem with us spending the night. She was a bit surprised to see me clean shaven, saying I looked a lot better without the beard and she was sure the girls did too. When I didn't say anything, she asked if they were okay and told her I didn't want to talk about it, but bottom line was I got kicked out. She didn't say anything, but could see she was surprised. Told her about the beasts money and gave her $15,000 which leave just the guard and their $15,000.
Had a couple packages of Ramen Noodles for supper, splitting a can of shrimp from bob to give it some extra flavor with Sampson. Could feel myself winding down, so started writing all this tuff down, but haven't even touched the battle for Canby, the train museum, etc. Maybe later. Hadn't told Stella about Lisp/Turtle and she went kind of grey when I did. Asked if she had any women ready to open another militia chapter in McMinnville and afterwards, maybe we could go hunting beasts. That is, if I got permission from the Col. Told her about Chevon's job offer and she didn't know what to make of it. She's only lived in Oregon for about 3 years, but it sounded like their family was pretty well off and figures my guess about them being preppers is right on. Asked her why was I being offered this job/opportunity and told I was getting things done. People/things were falling about the first couple of weeks then I stepped in. That's why she offered me so much money and supplies. She asked about the girls and Aaron and told her I thought Aaron wasn't used to being told no by any woman.
Think Stella passed the word to the ladies not to bother me which was okay with me. Just not up to any company now. Was going to sleep by the creek because I wanted to hear the flow of water and wind thru the trees, so Sampson/I set up camp there. Before leaving to make camp, Stella came up to me and put her arm across my shoulder, saying she was sorry what the girls had done to me. She knew some of it from the girls that came to her here and then what Sampson had told her. What she hadn't know at the time was Sampson/I being more figureheads at the whorehouse than anything else. Told her I was thinking our share of "profits" from it to help the women militia and what did she think of the idea? She wasn't too enthused but understood that the women there wanted to be there and were agreeable to the house cut. We'd be leaving in the morning with 25 of them and her of course. Asked for and got 2 large containers of fresh milk and 6 ostrich eggs which I figured on giving April. Thing is, the ladies also tossed in some lettuce, radishes, corn, potatoes, onions and bell peppers because they knew what was going on at the whorehouse. Stella also told me they had 19 more women and 12 kids come in from McMinnville. Told her we're going to have to talk with someone about getting at least elementary school going again and that means paying teachers some how.
Power, communications, transportation....those are the corner stones in getting things back to normal. Cr*p....Davis-Mothan and the bone yard. Gotta remember to tell the Col. about it. Oh yeah, talked a bit with a Jim Parkins who first worked narcotics, then dealing with gangs before retiring out of Portland. This was early Wednesday. He wanted to make a copy of everything we had made of the placing of the boxes, the coded stuff, etc. Thing is, gave it all to one of the guard to pass to Adams. He thought he could help in possibly decoding some of the stuff as he's worked with gangs before. He was a bit disappointed that it was gone, but told him I'd talk with the guard about making him a copy. Told me they had been wondering how this stuff came into state and it was the biggest haul he's heard of in his 20 years. Said we did a good job, which was a first....I mean, getting a compliment form a cop even if he's retired. I forgot to mention about the satchel with its paperwork. Just one more thing to ask Adams to copy for Jim.
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Post by willc453 on Aug 17, 2014 13:34:43 GMT -6
Larry, as to Andy finding a woman (Chevon): no comment. Yes, she'll be back in other chapters, but can't/won't say anything about it because that info is in chapters I've already written, but haven't posted here yet. To frustrate you even more, Andy ends up meeting yet another woman in a future chapter. As to Andys experience around/with women, that is also coming out bit by bit in future chapters.....especially chapter 52. Chris
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Post by kaijafon on Aug 17, 2014 16:38:06 GMT -6
mucho thanks!!! I think this is about where it got cut from the other place isn't it? That last half seems brand new to me.
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Post by willc453 on Aug 17, 2014 18:18:16 GMT -6
As to 50, it's still the same chapter I had at SB. Only thing I deleted was telling how Montana was as I had already written about it in an earlier chapter. Other wise, it's been entered as I had it at SB earlier this year. Yeah, it's chapter 52 and read a couple of the later chapters and 52 is the bad boy along with the cursing of course. And you DO NOT want to be around me when I play video games either at home or online...but then I don't use a mic anymore because of that reason. And like at SB, I'll have an explanation why it's there along with a warning that chapter 52 is NOT for kids to be reading.
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Post by biggkidd on Aug 17, 2014 18:32:54 GMT -6
Still going strong thanks for the MOAR
Larry
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Post by willc453 on Aug 17, 2014 19:27:08 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 51 August 4th Sunday Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon
After breakfast (milk, eggs & fried taters WITH GRAVY(!), everyone got their bikes including some of the motorized ones. Told Stella we might need them in case we needed to send for help whether it was at The Farms, Rosemary or in Sheridan....or they needed us. Saw some of the cars/trucks carrying stuff from the train to the guard base in McMinnville. The drivers honked/waved at us once they realized who we were. Of course, it's not a common sight to see a bunch of women with rifles riding their bikes but the all the ladies militia was getting well known. Thing is, the cars/trucks now have armed escorts because some people tried to hijack several vehicles and even though unsuccessful, one of the drivers later died from gun shot wounds. To die for 10 cases of those small 99 cent bags of chips & peanuts.... And Sampson said he was glad I hadn't said anything about all of us being prostitutes because we'd be pedaling our a$$es around town. Seems Jennifer told him about that when we went for supplies back in Beaverton. Told him I wasn't suicidal.
Kind of strange, but just realized I never thought if hookers worked Sundays or not. Not that I ever went to the Mustang except Saturday or if it was a holiday on a Monday. April/the girls decided that they wanted regular days off just like everyone else, so the place is closed Sundays/Mondays. Thing is, there are 32 girls working so Aprils taken over basically the entire building except for 1 section which Adam was using and now we're going to use for the militia. Asked April if she'd get the girl who did the art work earlier to do the same and when I explained what I wanted, she said she'd do it for free. Come to find out she's been making extra money doing art work for other businesses. Not cash, but food and some goods....like getting a battery operated record player and a bunch of records. She got a kick out of painting a 4 foot tall female beaver with a helmet on her head and 6 t*ts (in camouflaged bras and panties of course) with the words: The all womans Oregon state militia: women with guns, attitude AND pms, a variation of what we have on the militia flag. Guess some guys were making some loud comments about it....enough that some of the women heard it. Four guys had the sh*t beat out of them by 2 women who knew Philipino stick fighting. Four other guys were going to jump in till they realized there were 9 women with guns pointed at them. And the girls took the 4 guys stuff, saying this was todays price for learning to be polite around women, but if they wanted lessons, there were still class openings available....they didn't and took their 4 buds back to where ever. Come to find out, Marsha not only knew stick fighting, but has a black belt in karate. She's only maybe 5 feet tall and when I met her, wasn't impressed till I thought of something and asked to see her hands. The ridges/tips of her fingers have heavy calluses and asked her if she used a board or sand to toughen them up. She used both and had been already teaching other girls some basic moves. And she made sure they got an hours work out each day.
Adams hadn't heard about Chevons job offer until I told her. Thing is, she asked what was really happening because I never once talked about the girls and how they reacted to the job offer/supplies. Sitting there trying to figure out a way not to tell her, but finally did. Said she didn't understand what was going on because she's heard how I treat not only them, but what happened in Canby and other places. Asked her if she was checking up on me and she said yes, that was her job. Told her let's talk about something else. Beasts are still hitting different towns, though they haven't tried hitting the guard bases again and told her, they don't have to. When she asked why, said all they have to do is pick the guard off a little bit at a time and soon, no more guard or not enough to guard the bases and equipment/supplies. Which is where the militia would come in by taking patrols. Thought I'd ask the Col. to give the girls some patrols, but let everyone think the guard would be doing it. Maybe we can break up these attacks and maybe even get some prisoners for intel.
Asked if I was going to do the same with the prisoners as I did in Canby. She'd heard that I had shot one of them in both legs and with his hands tied, shoved him into one of the cities sewage treatment pools. Said yes, but after I did that, the others couldn't talk fast enough as none of them wanted to die drowning in p*ss, sh*t and used toilet paper. And I did keep my word in giving them a bullet to the back of the head afterwards and didn't behead them. And their bodies, she asked....oh, they got dumped into the tanks also. After all, I never said I wouldn't do that, only that I wouldn't allow their bodies to rot and be eaten by rats or birds. And gave her what info I had gotten from them. Told her about Jims request and told she'd see what she could do not only with him, but the cops here and in Salem. Wasn't much, but figure it's a start. Told her that I'd go see the Col./Acorn on Tuesday as I wanted the girls to start walking patrols today and of course, provide security at Summers place. Also talked about my idea of intelligence gathering and don't know if the girls will help or not. Told her I could use some extra MRE's, toilet paper and what ever else you think a woman might want considering the way things are now. That I'd also talk with April about it.
And April....with everyone not eating like we used to, she' lost some weight in the past week. And looking good. She was also dressed in a skirt, blouse, high heels, nylons and told her she was looking really nice. Told me when she acted and dressed in a professional manner, the customers respected her a lot more. She even had a few of the customers remove some of the more rowdy individuals at one time when Adams had to pull all her people out on a mission/disturbance. She was very, very happy to get the milk, eggs and veggies. She gave me a hug which I did accept, but when she asked about her competition (meaning the girls), told her I'd talk about it later on. She knew something was up and let the subject drop.
Adams/I got to talking about the coded stuff and she's had no luck in breaking it as that's not her forte. Told her what little bit I knew about encryption, but that was way back when. Question is, does the government ever sell this stuff, even as scrap or is it destroyed? Or maybe it was documented as destroyed, but wasn't? And could someone's using a book? Asked her what was going on in town and she says it's still quiet and she (like me) didn't like it one bit, especially since we found all the guns, etc. on the trains. Says Party Times had a corporate office in Salem and when she went to look it over, it was deserted and had been picked over for any supplies (toilet paper, etc.) by others. Thing is, there was NO paperwork of any kind in the offices and computers had been physically destroyed. Made us both wonder what could of been in there. There's one store in Salem, but it burned to the ground that night on the day after we found all that stuff in the trains. The other is in Portland and who knows what shape it's in. Told her we both know it was arson. Take anything they wanted/needed, torch the rest. She said I might be right. Thing is, it was done at night and 9 people died because they had been using the other shops for shelter.
She wanted to know how much stuff (guns, etc.) we didn't turn in to the guard and thought about lying to her, but after the girls, figured honesty was the best answer, so told her. She just kind of stared at me and then said, I had "acquired" a lot more than the Col. or even Acorn had suspected. Told her that the guard wasn't getting any of it back and in fact, if need be, I'd be at the base asking for ammo and MRE's for the girls (meaning militia) here. Said after hearing about me "doing my thing" in Canby, she'd do her best to get it. But she said, she also had to ask about the drugs. Told her I ok'd Stella to keep some of the grass, but no way was anyone keeping that other sh*t. Asked what if I found out that Stella or any of the women had kept some of it? Told her that even if it was Stella, they're out of the militia and we'd be taking back everything we gave them. Talked with Stella about this later on and no one's kept any of the cocaine/heroin and we both agreed that if anyone's found using or in possession of them, they're out and she passed the word to the other women. Seems more than one woman used to smoke dope, but considering what's happened, NONE have any inclination to go back to it.
What else? Stella and I went to see John to see how getting the airplanes was doing. Really didn't want to get too loose to the guard base as I figured if Acorn saw me, he'd snag my a$$ even if I was to be off until Tuesday. Stella sent 2 teams of 10 on patrol.... which more than anything else, just see what there was to see around town and let people know the militia was here. Need to get some sort of arm bands or something so we can wear to identify us. The C-47 is taking a lot more work to get flyable, but it was actually used in the D-Day paratrooper drops back in '44. Says it'll be ready in a couple of days at the most and has 4 tail draggers ready to fly tomorrow. Even had Army ANG painted on both sides of the wings/fuselage in large letters on all the aircraft and he has pilots/ owners ready for them. After he had heard about Pearl Diver and her crew getting the semi's running, word was set, asking her to send some mechanics who are familiar with getting the semi's running to come down here. This was on Friday and hopefully, they'll arrive tomorrow. Gave him the letter from Marilyn which he was happy to get. Truth is, not much to see in town. People kind of wandering around looking for supplies, anything that could give them an edge in survival. Ended up meeting some of the people from town that were there at the train/Canby fight and asked if they'd come over tomorrow and really get things organized for a state militia with the idea of having EVERY town having one. They said okay and would pass the word. Think bit by bit people are starting to pull together. Thing is, how long will the food supply lasts and if not, then what happens?
Wasn't really hungry, so chewed some beef jerky for supper. April asked where I was staying and told her I'd be with the girls in the militia building part. Kind of surprised me when she asked if I had considered staying here because after all, I was part owner and it would look good for the working girls to know that I didn't consider myself too good to sleep else where. Which kind of/sort of made sense....until I asked where I'd be sleeping. Said the only room available was hers and reminded me that I had said she looked nice. Kind of beat with doing different things today, though better than I was a few days ago. Think what got me was I'd be alright for awhile, think of the girls and maybe they'd like something I saw, then remember they were gone. Well, I told April okay, but she needed to know some things and I told her some of what happened. She couldn't believe it and while she was carrying on about it, I said I needed some sleep. I'm just beat and truth is, I have no interest in sex if that's what you were hoping for. Said she was hoping for more than sex from me and told her that I was all loved out. She had another mattress brought in and laid it next to hers and came up with a set of sheets. I will say one thing, the girl doesn't give up trying. Except for writing about Canby, think everything is caught up.
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Post by willc453 on Aug 17, 2014 19:32:00 GMT -6
In case anyone's wondering, the towns, guard units and many of the businesses I'm writing about do exist. Which is why some towns will have a Walmart for example in them, others do not. The air museum is right next door to the Oregon Army national guard and they do have a C-47 that was used on D-Day along with a bunch of other aircraft, some of which are flyable, others are just static. The museum also has aircraft on display that are flown on a regular basis by the owners and of course, being an airport, there are a lot of small, privately owned aircraft there. And yes, this include the train museum in Canby being real.
I haven't hardly touched that story/entry on Canby because I was busy cranking out chapters on what Andy was going thru. Hope to post (the infamous) chapter 52 tomorrow... who knows, maybe I'll even get it in tonight. Been trying to work on The Affected story along with The Day Of The Triffids and Time Traveling Blues, which by the way, still haven't found in "The Shed".
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Post by biggkidd on Aug 17, 2014 19:44:19 GMT -6
Will if you ever make it over to south central VA I'd like to shake your hand. Your a fine writer.
Larry
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Post by willc453 on Aug 18, 2014 12:00:09 GMT -6
*****WARNING***** *****WARNING***** *****WARNING***** This is the chapter with soft porn in it and the reason it was yanked from SB along with by passing the foul language program there. This part shouldn't be read by kids, so parents read the story with you telling them what you think they should know on what happened.
Some people may wonder why would I ever write a chapter (the sex part) like this to begin with? Because at one time in my life, I was writing in my diary about the sex I was having with a woman and how it happened. That lasted all of 2 days (writing that is). On the 5th or 6th day, had the time to do another entry when I started reading an earlier entry and thought, my God, this isn't a diary entry, but porn! So when I started writing this chapter on what happened to Andy, the words/old habit just came back. Other chapters ARE NOT explicit like this one at all. Andy's actions/thoughts are based on me, so EVERYTHING goes into his diary, good AND bad. It's his/my form of escapism/releasing emotions thru the written word. If I offended anyone with this chapter, I am sorry, but like I said, my diary is my form of escapism and so is Andys diary. Note: trying to get a 14 size font to use for this chapter, but unable to. Sorry.
The Layover Chapter 52 August 6th Tuesday Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon
No lies, no bullsh*t. Never thought I'd rape a woman. I mean, it's one thing to fantasize about having sex with the various Playmates/girls in the Playboy magazines, women I saw on the street/tv with my own sexual fantasies while beating off. Is coercing a woman to have sex with you form of rape? I mean, kill a bunch of zombies to save a room full of hotties and tell them I wanted to f*ck them. All of them of course. And of course, they don't want to do that with me....like they expected Brad Pitt or some other current heart throb to save them and then of course, they'd be grateful and do it with him. And every time with me, they would agree and at first, just lay there but after a bit, they'd respond so we were f*cking each other like rabbits. Thing is, I never did it that way with the girls. Some how they wanted to be with me....maybe I didn't realize it and put them on a pedestal. After all this sh*t happened and we were together, I wanted them to know how I felt about them. Yeah, I sure as sh*t wanted sex with them, but even after beating off in thinking about them, it was just as pleasant to think of us together doing simple things like walking down the street holding hands, taking them out to dinner, etc. Thing is, it wasn't sex I had with them. Giving them (and getting) the best lovin' that can be between a man and woman. There's just plain f*cking like I've done at the Mustang and the 2 times I've been with a woman who wanted to be in and out of bed with me. Thing is, it's been too many years since the 2nd thing has happened.
But things changed after all this sh*t happened last month. I always thought the girls liked me, but also realized that I was also probably just another customer to them at Hooters. Thing is, if the girls had rebuffed me in the beginning, I know I wouldn't of said/done all those things in telling/showing how much I loved them. Yeah, I'd of made sure they got back home safe, but afterwards, I'd of left Oregon and headed for Uncle Clancey's and stayed there if possible until I died. And if not, back to Reno. 400 miles on a bike from Yreka to Reno is a long way. Keep thinking "what if" and realize I can't afford any more of those when it comes to women. Just burned out on dreaming/hoping to find what the romance novelists call true love. That's when you find your soul mate and in this case, thought it was both girls. Why such a fixation on both of them I still don't understand. I know it's not about what preppers are so found of saying: 2 is 1, 1 is none.
Always thought I had a chance of marrying the girls when they didn't rebuff me in the beginning and every intention of us having a lot of kids. Wanted the kids to know what kind of man I was and how I felt about their mothers and what we've gone thru.... And of course, figured I'd be dead when they read it, but at least they'd know. I mean, how many kids actually know their parents as people instead of Mom and Dad? That they had their own dreams, how they met, the trials they had with each other and life itself? Been kind of dancing on what happened, so f*ck it, get it down.
Originally, thought of going to see the Col. on Monday, but things happened Sunday. After my bed was made, April got me to go with her and listen to records when one of the girls put on Johnny Cash. Thing is, when I got to hearing the song/words, it was like I was tabbed in the heart. Think it's called "I Guess Things Happen That Way". It's about a guy who has a woman he loves and says God gave her to him to lean on, then took her away. After each part of this song, he sings "I don't like it, but I guess things happen that way". And it tore me up really bad inside. So much I knew I had to get out of the room, so basically stood up and ran like h*ll for the back door of the building. Outside, was looking for anyplace to hide and saw a dumpster just down from the door. There was a space between it and the wall, removed my t-shirt, huddled in that space, shoved it in my mouth and started screaming my pain in losing the girls over and over again. Don't know how long I was there, but next thing I know is April's kneeling next to me saying it'll be okay and that made it worse, because I knew it wasn't ever going to be okay. I'm 60 years old and thought I had finally found not one, but two women that I not only knew/believed I could trust/love with all my heart and in return, would love me back if I only kept working harder for them and even more importantly, how I felt about them. And just like that, they were gone. This is what happens when you WANT TO believe in something....it blows up in your face.
She got me turned around and I buried my head between her breasts, cried a little bit more and then quit for several reasons. Got to thinking what a p*ssy I was sniveling like some plain faced school girl mooning over some high school jock who never looked at her. The other thing was I became aware of Aprils femaleness if that's the right word for it. I stood up and she kept ahold of me and that's when I kissed her. Thing is, she not only kissed me back, but gave me tongue which set me off. It's been 2+ months since I've been laid and when I think about it, either didn't want to beat off or never seemed to have any "alone time" as Isabella put it. One hand grabbed her hair at the back of her head, pulled her head back and really started giving her my tongue. At the same time, pushed her up against the wall of the building and putting my hand all over her body. Think I'd of pulled her panties down and f*cked her right against the wall, but for her telling me to stop, not here, not like this. Let's go to her room. She rearranged her clothing, then used a key to open the fire door that I had gone thru and called out to one of the ladies she was in charge until further notice and we weren't to be disturbed.
She had no sooner closed the door to her room when I grabbed her and picked her up and carried her to the mattress. What she didn't expect was me pulling pants/underwear down, shoving her dress up around her hips, then pulling off her panties. Held both of her hands above her head with one of mine, while the other started squeezing/playing with her t*ts, forced my mouth on hers, then started f*cking her. And during this time, I now remember saying out loud, "I like you, but give us a little more time", "I like you, but not in "that" way"....just the different things not only the girls had said to me while we were together, but other women I had been interested in. Like some how I was some sort of neutered male/gender free individual, but by the way, you're suppose to help us when we need help....and not that we'd be interested in you other wise. That some how, by brutally f*cking April, I'd make the girls/other women hurt like I was hurting inside. The truth is, I was raping April but it took me a few seconds to realize what she was saying because I did my best to keep my mouth locked on hers. She told me to stop, she didn't want it to be this way between us, that I was acting like those 2 men in the park. It wasn't until she said that, I realized what I was doing and couldn't believe that I was doing this to her.
Quick as possible, I got off her, got to the other mattress and repeatedly told her I was sorry. Pulled my 9, tossed it to her and said please shoot me as I didn't want to live any more. Pointed a finger at the base of my skull, telling her this was the best spot because I know having done it before to others. After I don't know how long, she asked what was wrong with me.....why did I treat her this way? She answered her own questions when she said it was the girls wasn't it? Just what did they do to me? What happened to make me this way? So started telling her about how I felt about the girls before all this sh*t happened, along with not only what happened since our meeting but everything I've done for them, Herbert, Abbey, Helen and Maria. And how I felt being old, being used....and the really sick part was I still loved them even though I now knew they would never love/marry me, etc. After I got done talking, I was just wondering if I'd hear the shot of the bullet and if there was anything afterwards when the body died. I was ready....just completely drained emotionally and believed death would be a relief whether there was anything afterwards or not.
I was shocked when April put her arms around me and wanted to know more about me....that is, what I had been doing in life before all of this happened. When I told her, she said I was having an emotional break down simply because I had no background or training for what I had been doing. Had no idea what she was talking about, so she explained. When I started killing those men who were going to rape Jennifer, my emotions shut down and afterwards was able to get some relief by my crying afterward. When asked how many people I had killed, told her I had no idea. So here I was trying to not only help people from the disaster of the earthquake/tsunami, then the emp, then the beasts as I called them, I was also trying to protect/feed/provide and court 2 women full time all at the same time? PLUS all the other people including her? Said from what I had told her since everything started and what I told her as I was f*cking her, emotionally I had been starving and the girls had been my only anchor for sanity/hope. And once they left me.... It took me awhile to understand what she was saying and she was right.
Been alone all my life as it was safer emotionally that way. If you don't tell someone you care for them, you won't get hurt. And if you do ask someone out, act like it's no big thing. But how many "no big things" do you take and then all this comes down on you day after day? The scary part was thinking "what if?" I mean, what if I had finished raping April? Would I of continued raping her, then started looking at the women working here, telling them to put out or get out? It's possible, but then I'd have to deal with Stella and her girls. Or gone completely bad....to become a beast, raping any woman I found desirable? That's the scary part of the black side of me....it could come out and completely control me in the end. Because once I started down that black path, I'd convince myself there was no turning back, women would get what they deserve because of the way they've treated me in the past. Would I have raped Jennifer & Patricia? God, I don't know. I'd say no, but with the black coming out, egging me to do more and more bad/evil things..... But for the talk with April, who knows? I know now that I've been under a lot of subconscious pressure, but now that I know it, I can handle it.
April was still kind of dressed....her clothes were all mussed up. I turned to her and told her I was sorry for what I did. That there was no excuse for it either. Said I could do 1 of 2 things. First was to leave, never to return here. The other is to make it right for her. Make it the way it should of been between a man and a woman. Kind of surprised she took the 2nd option. Told me that she knows I have a lot of good in me and that's what she first saw at the park and everything I did not only for her and the girls here, but those that have gone to The Farms. That's the Andy she wanted. Told her I don't know how much I had left, but I'd give her what I could....but couldn't/wouldn't love her. Best we could be was friends with benefits as they call it on Craigslist. Was surprised that she accepted those terms but she said she'd work on me to change my mind now that the girls didn't want me.
Well, it was good for both of us. She was surprised when I stopped her from undressing, as I told her I wanted to do it. Told her that I always looked at women that were dressed and I was going to have sex with as a combination birthday/Christmas present with her clothes as the wrapping paper. Yeah, I could get it open quick enough, play with the new present really quick, then after some rest, really play with it. Well, doing some touching, stroking, kissing, etc. the entire time I undressed her. She wanted to help me undress, but told her no. I was doing her this first time to make up for what happened earlier and to just lay back and enjoy it. With in 30(?) minutes or so, she was going mmmmm and how she liked what I was doing. Later it as ng, ng, ng and she reached for my d*ck, but told her no, I had just begun. Then I REALLY started working on her and pretty quick she was grabbing for me again. And again, told her no. Considering what I had almost done to her, I really wanted her to be satisfied. Thing is, the 3rd time she grabbed me, she told me if I didn't stick it in her, she'd rip it off and stick it in herself! Did it doggy style because I know I can last a little longer in a woman AND control her hips. My d*ck was like a 100 pound pit bull after a new born kitten, it hadn't been fed in so long and d*mn near came in her as soon as I got inside. She's busy trying to ram her a$$ against my crotch and told her to stop or I'd pull out, so she quit and I tried going slow as possible. During all of this, found she liked some strange stuff. Like patting/rubbing her pu$$y while I was in her, lightly slapping her on the a$$ or pulling her hair back so her head was turned when I kissed her on the mouth, squeezing/pulling on her t*ts/nipples. Thing is, soon I wasn't there for her. I was her husband Jamie, with her telling Jamie to do these different things to her, so I did. The other thing is she started getting louder and at the very end, very loudly saying oh God, f*ck me hard as you can right now! So I did....not that I lasted that long. It had been a long time since having sex and ....but she got satisfied. And of course, so did I.
Afterwards, we're laying side by side, when she realized she had been calling out to her husband. Wanted to apologize and told her there was no need, that I did understand. Asked if I was thinking of one of the girls while I was dong her and told her truthfully, no. When ever I had sex, it was with that woman and not some other in my mind. I told her that undressing her was the appetizer, us f*cking was the main course and would she mind me having desert? Asked what I meant and started working on her again. She cranked up pretty fast and for a bit, thought she was trying to shove my head thru her pu$$y so hard that it would come out of her a$$hole! And the woman's got fingernails and I've got the scratches on my head and shoulders to prove it. But she was satisfied and said so. Well, I got up and of course, she wanted to know what I was doing. Told her to just wait, got a towel and after wetting it, started wiping down her body because we both had gotten pretty sweaty. Asked her if she felt better and she said yes, so then took care of myself. Asked where I had learned that and told it was from a woman in Panama and if she was interested, there were other things I could tell her about. She was, especially since she could use the information to teach the women here and in doing so, charge more for "extra services" or at least getting more customers to return.
Told her to give me a rest and we'd go at it again. Was surprised when she said no....that when I was ready, she'd go after me! I will say it was good to just lay three, both of us naked feeling our bodies against each other. Been too long since it's happened. And as hard as I came, knew it would be at least an hour before I'd even twitch down below. Didn't know if she was curious or not, but told her that if she had sent me away, I'd of headed back to Reno after stopping in Yreka to see family there. She wondered if I would return to the black side as I called it if I....well, you know. Told her no. Now that I understand myself a lot more/better because of you, the black can't come out. I won't let it. But if there are beasts around, there will never be any mercy for them.
Thing is, after some time had passed, she started touching/feeling me and I could start myself responding....not that it was hard or anything. But at least it was twitching. Then she started offering me her body and believe me, I accepted it. Then she started going down on me and told her I'd like something a little different and she said okay. Told her to put her high heels, skirt and blouse back on but no panties or bra and while doing that, I put my pants on. She wanted to know what was going on and told her to just wait and do as I asked. She did and we were standing and put my arms around her/touching her and started kissing her, then asked her to open her blouse and hold it open. She did and started enjoying those t*ts of her along with her mouth. She went to put her arms around me and told her no, just keep the blouse open like you're offering everything to me and she did. Well, my d*ck got hard again and I moved her back to an office desk and had her unzip me and when "pitbull" came out, it was ready. Pushed up her dress, slid into her and rested part of her ass on the desk and stated stroking her while putting my hands and mouth everywhere I could. She finally couldn't stand it any longer and started with her hands on me. At least this time I lasted a little longer and again, we both got satisfaction.
The 3rd time, took a lot longer for me to be ready, but this time she did oral on me AND she did it the way I asked her to. Like I was coming home, she's on her knees naked and does oral on me to help me "relax" after a hard days work of truck driving. After that one, I knew I was done for quite awhile and told her. Said she could use a nap herself. Thing is, we laid there at first face to face and after a bit, she turned over, putting herself up against me. One of my arms under her neck while her head was on a pillow with it cupping one of her t*ts, the other arm over her side resting on/over her belly. And even though my d*ck was limp, it felt good against the crack of her a$$.
No idea how long we slept....think both of us were a bit emotionally as well as sexually exhausted. Me more than her. Next thing I know is one of the women knocking on the door saying there's a big fire down the street. I'm thinking probably someone started a fire inside a building and of course.... I told the woman that, but what got me awake was her saying it looked like it was near the guard base and THAT brought me wide awake because I was thinking the beasts were attacking the base for supplies/equipment. Told the woman to get Stella, have her get everyone ready for combat and we were going to the guard base, then I started getting dressed, with April doing the same. April wanted to know what was going on and told her. Asked if there was anything she/the girls could do and told her to get them all dressed and put a small supply of food together for each of them, because if the beasts over ran the base, maybe they'll be here next. Their safest place of refuge would be The Farms and I'd leave 5 women with them as an escort. That scared the sh*t out of her because she knows what the beasts have done to/with other women. Within 10 minutes, the militia was ready and Stella had picked 5 women to cover the ladies here. They weren't to leave unless they thought it was best to do so. Left the bikes for the ladies/militia at Summers Ranch just so they could get out of town faster if need be. Summer got busy getting her girls ready to leave if needed....and they knew the danger they would be in if the beasts did come here.
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Post by willc453 on Aug 18, 2014 18:57:52 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 53 August 6th Tuesday (contd) Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon
Took Stella/the girls 5 minutes or so to be ready and we headed for the base. Thing is, it wasn't the base that was on fire, but the air museum! Someone got careless is what I figured. A sh*t load of people are trying to fight the fire, but there's no working fire hydrants and even opening them brought very little water, so people were using shovels not to stop the fire, but to stop it from spreading. Just as I found John, something or several of the aircraft exploded from within the hanger. Stella's standing near me and next thing I know she's slammed into me and with out thinking grabbed her as we got tossed to the ground about 20 feet away. As we're being tossed thru the air, see an engine with prop attached fly out of the hanger, then go bouncing along the ground. Thing is, it took 3 people, 2 of them, my girls. One of them was impelled by the bent prop and I remember she had a wtf look on her face with the prop sticking thru her body. The other had been cut into 2 pieces, from her right shoulder/neck area to her right hip. The other (one of the mechs John had been working with) was simply smashed flat by the 1,000+ pound engine/prop when it bounced along the ground like a thrown rock skipping across water. Then Stella asks me was that a rifle between my legs or was I glad to see her? We got up, then went running to see how John was. He was okay and asked if he had gotten any of the fire trucks at the airport running. He hadn't.... just never thought about it. His job was concentrating on getting the aircraft ready. Said let's check 'em out and we did. The trucks were fried by the emp and weren't going to run, but did some checking on it and they have an auxiliary pump in case they need to pump water from a stream, etc. to fill the water tanks with or pump water directly from a stream, pond, etc. onto the fire. Told him what I thought we could do and he said that's crazy and I told him what choice do we have?
The only thing that helped us moving the fire truck by hand was the brakes hadn't lost all air pressure. If there had been less than 60psi, we'd of been f*cked. It was still a b*tch kitty to turn the steering wheel without power steering. Took over a dozen of us to push the truck near the water slide park, but fortunately, two of the volunteers helping us were firemen and knew how to lay the hose, get the engine started, etc. Had to take hoses from several of the other fire trucks to reach the water park to hit the fire with water. Thing is, the fire was winning, with it spreading and aircraft exploding, sending flaming debris everywhere. Saw Adams running by and called out to her and then explained my idea....of course, she said that was insane. But she'd find Acorn and get the bodies and explosives. The water park is up a bit higher ground wise than the air museums and even then, held a couple of million gallons of water? Right about then, I heard someone say the hangers were on fire and I'm thinking no sh*t Sherlock until I realized that it was the small private hangers that were on fire and this was no accidental fire, but arson. Called out to Stella to get the girls, we're going beast hunting. Then an ugly thought occurred to me....what if these fires were a distraction? Had 2 of the girls head for the base to tell someone there my thoughts/feelings.
All she could get was 14 of them, the rest busy trying to just contain the fire where the water spray from the fire truck couldn't reach. What helped was someone going into town with a flat bed pickup and megaphone asking for volunteer to fight the fires. A lot of people turned out to help. While Stella was getting what girls she could, I hauled a$$ for the small hangers and then saw movement among the parked planes on the tarmac. Went to the grassy area between the runway and taxi way so I could keep who ever between me and the flames of the hangers and keep those people outlined. Heard a voice saying remember, don't put gas on every airplane a$$holes, but ever 3rd plane because when they catch fire, the others will too. Him I shot first and right off the bat, these people didn't hesitate in dropping their gas cans and returning fire. Flopped on the tarmac and what helped was me always wearing dark pants/t-shirts so grease wouldn't show while pre-tripping, chaining, etc. and the fact they had the hanger fires behind them. Fired a couple of rounds at them, rolled a couple of feet away, fired again. Thing is, I was getting a lot of return fire and decided I had to change this dance tune, so fired at the gas cans, hitting 2 of them. THAT scare them because apparently a couple of them got sprayed with gas and they started backing up, heading down the parking area so they wouldn't be outlined by the flames. One got stupid and figured one threw a book of lit matches on one of the airplanes they had with gas....the gas not only went off quicker than he thought, but it had also spread onto the tarmac. So when the gas went off, all of a sudden he was a human torch. Figured he was one of those that one of the gas cans had sprayed from my shooting. Not that the others lasted much longer because 2 of the aircraft exploded and the only way that could of happened was someone opening the fuel tanks and when it caught fire, it sent debris everywhere. I had been dancing with these f*ckers for maybe 5 minutes when I saw Stella and her girls running up, then backing up quick as possible so as not to get hit by the debris. I called out to them, telling them I needed help in moving some of the tricycle aircraft that weren't on fire. Fortunately, I was able to release the brakes on most of them or simply remove the chocks and with 3 people pushing the planes out, able to stop the fire from really spreading. Nothing we could do about those in the hangers or the ones not on fire yet. With fueled aircraft in the hangers, they exploded and sent flaming debris thru the thin metal walls without any trouble. Then we had even more people running up to move aircraft which really helped.
With enough bodies controlling the fires from spreading, eventually the fires died out. We were able to save 9 aircraft out of over 2 dozen that had been parked on the tarmac, including the 3 tail draggers. The heat from the flames was so much that afterwards, parts of the aircraft were imbedded into the tarmac. I was going crazy in wondering what happened to the C-47, but John had moved it out of the hanger yesterday evening because he wanted to test run the engines. Who ever these f*cks were, didn't know sh*t about aircraft because they torched a DC-7 and I think they did it because it had 2 engines. Stupid fucks didn't realize that it was an inert display, with the plane being on some concrete squares so it wouldn't sink into the grass. The bad thing was, we might have been able to use the engines on the C-47 if need be in the future.
No idea how long we were pushing airplanes, but when we heard multiple booms from the main hanger area, that got our attention. Thought at first we had lost everything and who knew how many people. Instead, Acorn had gotten his guys who knew explosives and they planted explosives in a zigzag pattern after getting others to help them dig holes to make the holes deeper/bigger when the explosives went off. The last charge took out about 15 feet wide and about 4 feet deep of a water park slide section. the water followed the channel made by the earlier explosions and soon there was a million or so gallons of water hitting the hangers. Wasn't perfect of course, but suddenly both fires were going out. Nothing we could do about the private hangers but let them burn themselves out with people tossing dirt around the area to contain it. John got with the car mechs and they agreed to get the fire trucks up/running asap if possible. Got 4 people (including 1 of mine) with broken arms/legs from being swept off their feet by the water park water. The fires took care of the beasts bodies, so there was no useful information coming from them.
Between f*cking my eyes out with April, then doing all this running around, shooting, moving planes, etc. I was one tired mother f*cker. All I wanted to do was go home....wrong word. Get back to the ranch/April and get some sleep. But first I had to take care of our dead. Someone brought some sheets to cover the dead and Stella/I agreed that we were taking the girls (the dead ones) back home.... that is, back to The Ranches in the morning. God hates me because sure as sh*t, before I could disappear, the Col. And Acorn found me. The Col. still doesn't believe I came up with such a plan to put out the fires, but at least I didn't have to report to him in the morning as it was Tuesday by this time. Thing is, I was right/wrong about the base being attacked....the beasts were after the ham radio operators and not only succeeded in killing one of them and their families, but destroying the ham radio equipment. The problem was several of the McMinnville people were also killed by the guard who didn't know who was good vs who was bad. No one ever thought of putting a guard on the ham people, thinking they'd be safe on the base. So now the base is closed to all civilians unless you work there or vouched for by someone in the guard.
And Acorn reminded me that he was going to be assigned to me until further notice....and gives me a nasty smile. Told him that I was taking care of our dead and that meant burying them back at The Farms. So I wouldn't be back until some time late Tuesday afternoon, maybe evening. Not that I was trying to dodge reporting to the Col. on what happened in Canby. Surprised me that the Col. said he would wait for me to report back and if need be, not report in until Wednesday.
Carried our dead and the 1 with a broken arm back to Aprils place where we took the motorized bikes with 3 carts attached to them. Took us maybe 45 minutes to get to the ranch. April and the working girls were scared and wanted to talk to me, but told them all it would have to wait until I got back. The girls we had left behind to guard them said nothing happened. We got to the first Farm shortly after day break. The women there came out to see us and right off the bat they knew some of us had died. Graves were dug and a service was held. Offered breakfast, but wasn't hungry. Asked for a bar of soap so I could take a bath in the stream and they said no. I cold use a metal tub (a horse water trough someone had found) instead and they'd heat up some water for all of us. Never got it until later because I simply fell asleep waiting for the water to be heated. Stella and some of the other ladies helped me to bed so when I woke up, found myself in bed with no idea how I got there for awhile....find out that about 14 hours had passed. The ladies had taken the time to wash my clothes and get them dried. Yeah, I was naked when I woke up. By now, it's some time in the afternoon and just not up to doing anything. Given a bowl of vegetable soup but wasn't interested in eating, but Stella started nagging my a$$ and told her yes, Mother Stella like she was Mother Theresa or some Catholic nun.
Didn't want to return back here, but spend the night at The Ranch, but knew if I stayed, I'd be late getting to McMinnville. Stella and a couple of new militia girls came with us. April was kind of going ape sh*t, wondering what happened to me, was I okay, etc. Told her what was going on and asked I not be bothered until I said so. So been doing all this writing and going to bed now. Still remember/ see Tanyas arm/rib cage laying off to one side and picking it up as we put her body on the bed sheet. The sound made as Sarahs body was slid off the prop. Will add more as I think of it tomorrow/later on.
----------------------------------- FYI: there is a large water park that is also part of the air museum and from what I can tell, is about on ground about 20 feet, maybe more than the floors of the museums. Like I said, keeping it realistic as possible.
Who/why was the ham radio operator/equipment/family killed? Part of future chapters, so no comment. Same answer for the destruction of the aircraft.
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Post by biggkidd on Aug 18, 2014 21:13:26 GMT -6
Thanks for MOAR
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Post by willc453 on Aug 31, 2014 15:20:41 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 54 August 7th Wednesday Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon
Even though our mattresses were joined together, April was nice/understanding that I wasn't interested in sex after doing my entry. So we just slept together and when I woke up, found us laying/pressed against each other like spoons in a drawer. What kind of surprised me was my right arm not only over her waist, but she was holding it like it was some sort of security blanket. Well, my d*ck got hard and it said Well? So started touching/stroking her and we did it. I think she planned this because she was naked and when I went to sleep, all I had done was take off my shoes and socks. So tired that I never heard her enter the room and lay next to me last night. Had to take a nap after that, but woke up with her doing oral on me. That sure as f*ck woke me up and was ready to do it doggy style or her on top, but she said no. She said she knows how much I liked it....just like her husband did. Afterwards, I was a bit surprised to find out that I was the only man she had ever slept with other than her husband. They were both virgins when they got married and both had to learn a lot about sex with each other. So told her about my first sexual act and after she got done laughing so hard she was almost crying, couldn't believe I tried sticking it in the womans "bung hole" as she put it. Told her that I had seen dogs, cats, etc. doing it doggy style and that's where I thought it went. She replied that must be why I like "doing it" that way so much. And reminded her that back then, Playboy didn't show any photos of "down there". And of course, no idea why she had hair "down there" or what it covered. She laughed even more and accused me of making this up, nobody could be THAT naïve. And I said really? You two probably did a lot of fumbling on your wedding night and how long did it take you two to get in the grove sexually? Then she understood not all men are born satyrs with lots of experience. Everyone has to learn somewhere, some time, with someone.
When I woke up the 3rd time, it was daylight and knew I had to get to the base and deal with the Col. and Acorn. Took a wh*res bath and did the same for April who knew I was ready to "do it" as she put it. Told her no, that I wanted to wait until I was really ready and I'd try something different with her later on. She was curious of course, but I wouldn't tell her what I had planned sexually for us. April insisted on scrambling one of the ostrich eggs for us, even though I wasn't that hungry. Surprised when she said I needed to keep my strength up and squeezed/stroked my crotch!
Just before leaving, said she had a present for me and I was surprised. Comes back with a large green case and wondering wtf is it because it was large/long enough for two elephant guns. I mean, the case is what, about 4 1/2 feet long and knew her husband didn't hunt. So I'm thinking fishing equipment.... You know, like some kind of fancy fly fishing rod and I wasn't any good with a fly rod. She said when I left for Sheridan, she remembered putting this in the attic after Jamie had died. She got 2 of the girls from the militia to give her an escort and at least this time, she didn't have any trouble/comments from her neighbors. Though the place was even more trashed than before.
She puts the case on the desk and asks me to open it. F*ck me running....it was a PSE compound bow with a sh*t load of arrows and accessories! She knew I was pleased when all I could say was "holy sh*t". But I had to ask, why give me this when it was worth a whole lot of food, but even more importantly, I almost raped her yesterday. Tells me I'm a good man and she knows that I'm now aware of what I've been going thru and it won't happen again. As to trading it for food, she wanted someone she knew who would appreciate it and she could tell that was me. As I pick the bow up, asked her if Jamie was left handed and he was. Wanted to know how I knew and told her I have a bow like this at home, but a different model and I'm left handed. That I was told by Dexter that they make (or made) them for the U.S. Olympic archery team. Not that I used it much except in the backyard occasionally. She laughed, saying Jamie scared their backyard neighbors the first couple of times when he tried using it in the beginning with arrows going everywhere but even near the target. Apparently he shot the neighbors house 5 times with arrows! Then I saw the green hat and asked if he was a Robin Hood/Errol Flynn kind of movie fan and of course he was. That's why he got into shooting the bow. I could see her remembering him in the backyard with this hat on his head and bow in his hands and it was a sad smile of remembering when. So gave her a hug and a kiss, saying thank you. She wanted me to also use the hat and told her no way which disappointed her, but told her that I would take the feather from the hat if that was okay with her and put it in mine. That got her to smiling and she said okay. So cut 2 slits in my hat and the hawk feather is firmly behind/held in place behind the SAC emblem. Told me it was a hawk feather because Jamie insisted on having one. So then tried standing in what I thought was a heroic stance and she started laughing and told her that wasn't funny, making angry noises/talking like Donald Duck which got her to laughing even harder. I said oh yeah, well Maid Marion, I've got good news and bad news for you. She said really? I said yes, the good news is I'm here to rescue you from the clutches of the evil sheriff of Nottingham. She put her hands together and holds them near her cheek and thanks me for rescuing her from that vile villain. Then asked what was the bad news. I said, who's going to protect you from me and as I leered at her, pulled her to me and kissed her. And she kissed me back sayi8ng she looked forward to what ever I had planned for her.
Went to see how Stella/Sampson/the girls were doing and Sampson was about enthused as I was in having Acorn being with/watching us until further notice. Told him I felt the same way and was trying to think of ways to ditch him. In a non violent way of course. And when the idea came to me, Sampson said oh sh*t man, just what are you smiling about? Then he said he didn't want to know and I said yes you do and told him. Said that's nasty, but he wasn't giving up his bottle of liquor OR chocolates because that was reserved for Cici. I said please, would I, as your older brother, ask you to give up something like that. He said no....I would just "borrow" it and of course, forget to tell him until after the fact. Told him I got the liquor part already covered, we just need to find some Vitalis. I ain't met nobody in the military that doesn't drink and being the way things are now....
Didn't have any trouble getting on base even though I was in civvies because Sampson was with me. Showed my promotion orders to the guard and she would pass the word that I was okay so there would be no hassle in the future. According to the battery operated clock in one of the offices, it was after 3:00. Man, I had to have been beat to have slept so much. Thing is, when I entered the office hear Abrams saying "it took me 6 years to make Captain and he" then he quit talking when he saw me. He was p*ssed and had no idea why at the time. He takes off and Acorn is looking at me like I'm some low life mother f*cker and I don't understand what's going on, so ask him and get a reply of "Nothing. Sir." Tells me "The Colonel is busy and this paperwork was for me. Sir." Now I've been down this road before....insult an officer in such a way that it doesn't appear to be an insult. And I knew what he was doing because when he asked if there was anything else (pause) Sir and I said no, he walked out of the office! Sampson and I are standing there both with wtf looks on our faces because I thought I had done pretty good on Tuesday with the fire and all of that. So what set him AND the Colonel off? My answer was in the paperwork.
From some Lieutenant General(?!) Lew-Allen, because of my outstanding work in the Oregon national guard, I was here by given the temporary rank of Captain(?!) until such time I would revert back to being a 2nd Lieutenant OR made Captain permanently?! That because I had enlisted as an advisor, I was released from ANY and ALL duties currently assigned to; with my now current duties to be advising other guard units in other cities when and where needed at my own discretion. (Which meant I could go anywhere) That I was to be given ANY and ALL material/supplies when requested by me by ANY guard unit in the state of Oregon. That I was also authorized to make purchases up to $50,000 from the civilian population for materials/supplies when or where ever I deemed necessary. Holy sh*t.... what the f*ck was going on here? Sampson and I looked at each other and he said he's NEVER heard of such a thing happening in the Army. Told him to stand in line, but then remembered about Custer and how he got a temp rank of Col. during the Civil War. Even so, none of this made any sense to me. So I knocked on the Colonels door and after getting no answer, opened it and of course, he wasn't there. But got my answer as we were leaving the base.
There's a woman with white (silver?) hair standing outside the gate as the guard wouldn't let her in. She sees me and Sampson and asks if I'm Andrew Thomas. I said, it depends on what he did, but if she was looking for a date for the night, I was available. That's when the woman (Tracey) says she was told I was a wise a$$ and hands me a small yellow envelope. Inside there's a set of captain bars and under them the note says: By Friday and the letters C.C. Godd*amn, how much and what kind of pull does this woman have? And who the f*ck is this LtG. Lew-Allen? Asks if there's anything I need and decided to test Chevon and told her I would need a dozen compound bows, 2 dozen arrows per bow, including broad head tips for them and any and all other equipment associated with archery. I was also going to need 2 dozen horses with all gear including 12 burlap bags per horse by Thursday evening or Friday noon at the latest and have everything delivered to Summers Ranch. She was curious about the bows/horses, but apparently she knew about Aprils place as she kind of turned her nose up upon hearing the address. Told she'd get working on it and left.
And I watched her walk away because she was d*mn well worth watching. And I wasn't the only one....Sampson was looking and so was every male that saw her. Thing is, she had 2 armed guards with her and they got into a now familiar looking Suburban. As to Tracey, that's one fine looking woman. She reminds me of 2 people: the lady in the movie The Incredibles....the one who worked for the bad guy for awhile. And Tracey had her hair down to the base of her back.....and of course all sorts of bulges/curves in the right places. The other part kind of creeped me out though because I was thinking of Nadine in Stephen Kings book The Stand....and how she turned out. And the truth is, I wondered how she'd look naked if we did it. Not that I was going to have a chance mind you. Besides, I like April....actually I like her a whole lot, BUT I don't love her and don't want to love anyone any more after the girls did that job on me. And I know now that my liking her isn't because of her having sex with me.....the fact mainly was because she gave me a 2nd change to live.
I had shown Sampson the bars and note and he was surprised to learn that Chevon would know of this before I did. I said it's a good think I'm your older brother, other wise I'd be rapping on your forehead saying hello McFly, hello. Anyone home? Once I said that, he realized Chevon had some how wrangled this promotion for me and he was p*ssed because as he said, I was doing pretty good, but to have some civilian interfere and get me a promotion, that was all wrong. And I said no sh*t Sherlock and I'm the one that's been promoted. And look at the other side of the coin: what if I turn down Chevons job offer? The new rank goes away AND what do you want to bet there'll be a bunch of sh*t jobs for me to deal with instead of dealing with her problems while also trying to get things up and running? He didn't know if Chevon would/could do such a thing, but told him what can be given so freely can also be taken away.
So I said let's go see the Col./Acorn as they probably don't expect me to be coming back so soon. So we went to see Acorn who was surprised to see us and of course, he still had his attitude until I explained about Chevon's job offer a few days ago, then about the note and captain bars. THAT got his attention and told us to follow him as he headed for the Col's. office. Yeah, the Col. was a bit p*ssed at seeing me and think he was p*ssed at Acorn for letting me in his office. Thing is, Acorn went formal (saluting the Col.), so we followed suit by standing at attention. Now that got his attention and Acorn told him what I had told him. First time I ever heard the Col. swear, saying son of a b*tch. Well, I got grilled, then Sampson about meeting Chevon in Sheridan, her job offer and the incentives she gave me to work for her of course while I was also in the guard/militia. I asked that Adams and Abrams be brought in so they would know what's going on. It took Acorn 30 minutes or so before they were found/in the office and Abrams looked like he had been offered a t*rd sandwich when he saw me. Not that I blame him....I mean, f*ck, 6 years to make Captain and in a week I'm equal in rank to him? I'd be p*ssed too. While Acorn was gone, the Col. asked what was I going to do/thinking about all of this. Told him that I was going to accept Chevons offer IF she was able to get the gear I requested and why I was accepting her job offer. He asked about the bows and horses, so I explained the rational behind it to him. He smiled and said he was glad to see Sgt. Bilko had never left.
When Adams & Abrams showed up, the Col. explained what was going on. Abrahms was even more p*ssed, but not at me any more. That's when I started asking Adams questions and requested she find answers. Thing is, wonder if I'm being paranoid now? What if someone finds my diary, meaning I'm dead or even worse yet, leave it behind for some reason. I mean, I don't know Chevon at all and as to Aaron.... This Lew-Allen is THE ranking Army officer right now in Oregon. Seems the BG who normally ran the guard was missing. He and his family had taken off for a weeks vacation to visit family in Illinois. He was suppose to have been returning Saturday after the quake hit, but with so many airports clogged with people trying to get home to Calif., etc. no one knew when or if he'd return.
The emp effect has really f*cked this country over. This Lew-Allen was here visiting family and took charge of everything until the BG's return. This guy is a paper pusher out of D.C. Got the feeling from the Col. that this is all the guy did....like he was in procurement. You know, someone who ordered/issued supplies, etc. Got the feeling the Col. didn't care for the man too much. Thing is, nobody there knew a whole lot about the Carters other than Chevons husband/son being well known layers in Oregon, but Adams was going to start checking them out. The biggest problem no mass communications, meaning no internet/phone service. Suggested she hit the library to see if they had newspaper articles on the family either in print or microfiche. Wanted to know how she was going to look at microfiche records with no power to run the machine....and told her you borrow all the records for the past 40 years, better yet, 50 and bring them back here along with two microfiche machines (if there's more than one) and use the on base generator to power the machine. Wanted to know why 50 years and told her she was going to be looking for government made fallout shelters/with supplies that may still be in them from the cold war as her cover story.
Heard Acorn remind the Col. this kind of thinking on my part was why he needed to be with me. And I told him no and he was looking a bit p*ssed, which made me happy. Said that we've already had disagreements in Canby on how I got things done. I'm going to play this really loose and fast because I have no idea what kind of job Chevon has me taking other than helping others who are being over run by beasts. That's when I told them about what I saw and really did with those beasts and the sewage treatment plant. The 4 of them kind of sucked in their breaths and backed away from me, but Sampson spoke up, saying what I did was right and the beasts got what they deserved. Told them I gave the beasts a bullet to the back of the head which was a lot more than they had done to others. Nobody had anything to say after that. But informed the Col. if he still wanted someone to be with me, I'd take only a woman (or even 2) because I was running with an all woman militia outfit and preferably someone who knew something about horses and/or archery. And preferably, they've already had trigger time. Of course, they didn't know/or maybe remember that Sampson had been running with us and what they didn't know....
I did take the time to tell the Col. about Davis-Mothan and the bone yard. He was kind of doubtful about anything coming of it till I explained the sheer number of prop driven aircraft that were stored there, including C-130As to the jet stuff, they could also get into a flyable condition, but the hard part would be finding/getting fuel for them at other airports unless they thought to bring their own pumps. Maybe the ham radio operators could make contact with someone down there? He said he'd have them get on it.
Also told him that Union Pacific has a repair facility some where here in Oregon that I had heard from one of the train museum people. Thing is, couldn't remember the town. If the place wasn't too damaged by the quake, find the mechs AND get at least one military generator there, maybe the mechs could get more locomotives going instead of us having to depend on 1 wood burning steam locomotive. He wanted to know the name of the city and for the life of me, just couldn't remember. But Acorn said he'd get on it. We also have the militia now guarding planes in Sheridan, something Acorn got going on his own after I talked with him about this briefly yesterday after the fire at the museum. Several of the guard people are trying to check out where the large cattle ranches and potato farms are at. IF we can get more than 1 locomotive running, we just might be able to run trains into Idaho for cattle and potatoes....anything to start bringing food here.
As to the news, it's getting worse. Only a month and our country is starting to tear itself apart. Thing is, none of this is being printed/made public. When asked why not, the Col. had printed it up one time and then told (by guess who---yeah, Lew-Allen) that it would adversely affect the publics morale. Asked Abrams to get me ALL the news/information they had gotten from the ham radio operators and he said he couldn't do that until I showed him my paperwork from Lew-Allen....then he just smiled and left without saying another word. Took him 20 minutes before he returned with not only a copy of everything, but two! Asked Acorn to get some people to build me a bulletin board in the park which was just outside Aprils business asap and he said it would be done with in a hour or two. I nudged Sampson and said let's go McFly, turned to the Col. and said with his permission, I had to leave and get some work done before Friday.
Went to see Stella and after briefing her, we briefed the girls. Thing is, they all now know NOT to even talk about anything except among themselves or us. The other problem is none of us know how to really ride a horse or shoot a bow. But they liked the idea of having horses instead of bikes and when I explained about the bows, as one of the girls put it "I was so sneaky it was like I was a woman." I took that as a compliment.
Then went to see April and talked with her about gathering information from her customers. She agreed, but even after the fire, guys were starting to hang around waiting for the ranch to open. Said I'd be back later and Sampson/I took off.
Only bad thing about this diary is I don't put my time down when doing entries like I used to. Anyway, it's evening and Sampson/I were busy. First thing I did was post the ham news info on the inside of the ranches window and had the girl paint above the papers/info: What's Happening. Sure as sh*t, people started gathering and I told them as soon as I had made another copy, it would be posted in the park and if things go right, we'd start printing copies to be given as hand outs. Which got me to thinking there was no local news. Instead of ham radio operators, how about a bunch of people reporting in on what's going on in their town so everyone would know AND be able to get or respond to a call for help. No more Canbys if I could help it. So had a sign painted on the window asking for CB's or let us know who had them and why. First off, we were going to need a generator and a printer with ink cartridges and of course, lots of paper. Sh*t. Never thought I'd be in the newspaper business in even such a odd way. And at least two manual typewriters and ribbons.
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Post by kaijafon on Aug 31, 2014 17:41:35 GMT -6
Thank you for the update! seems he just can't HELP but make more work for himself! hahaha!!!
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Post by ss1442 on Aug 31, 2014 18:52:39 GMT -6
Thank you, I was starting to get the shakes.
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Post by willc453 on Aug 31, 2014 20:23:42 GMT -6
Sorry I haven't been posting chapters like I should have this past couple of weeks, but had a bunch of stuff happen to me and just wasn't up to doing any. Around the end of August/beginning of Sept., I have stuff happen to me. When I say stuff, if it's not good/or even bad, this is when it happens.
About 3 weeks ago, caught my right foot in the trucks shoulder/seat belt as I got out of the truck and almost smashed my head against the concrete driveway in Hayward. But I've ALWAYS kept one hand on something after falling out of the truck while in Colorado and Montana. My left leg got jammed against the concrete and put a strain on the left side of it along with the muscles/tendons behind that knee. And of course, I use the left leg to shift all the time. As to pain in shifting, on a scale of 1 to 10, I was getting a 5-6 and if I wasn't careful/in a hurry to shift, it went to 7-8.
That following(?) week, the air compressor on my truck went out just as I pulled into the parking lot of the company next to the one I'm delivering to. Use the parking lot to turn around to make backing up easier, other wise, I'm backing up near a fire hydrant that's on my blind side. The brakes lock up on truck/trailer when it gets to 59 psi or less and I had all of 62. The customer was able to back his 2 delivery trucks against my trailer so their freight (auto parts for Alaska & Hawaii) could be unloaded, including 2 cages that weigh about 300 pounds each...empty. Ended up spending the night at a motel in San Leandro as the air compressor was in Las Vegas and wouldn't be in until Tuesday of the following week. Cab driver took me to a motel he recommended as the one I was looking at was a place for dopers and hookers, with the hookers knocking on your door to see if you wanted company. For a bit, was being told I might have to stay there till Saturday?! Had been up since 23:30 Wednesday, went to bed around 17:30 Thursday. But got a rental truck (day cab) on Friday with an automatic transmission!
That Friday night/Saturday morning run, had my first accident since I started driving a car when I was 18. Woman cut in front of me on the freeway (going from number 5 lane to my number 4 lane) and her left rear tire touched my left front bumper area. All I could do was pull over to the left without going into the number 3 lane. There's 2 sets of black marks from her tire on the bumper...that's the only damage I got. She ended up doing two 180 degree turns, then saw/heard her right headlight/fender area hit the concrete divider that separates I-80 east & west traffic lanes, then the entire right side of her car hit the dividers, shattering ALL of the glass in the car. Talked with CHP who said the lady was at fault, but she was only shaken, not hurt. (THANK GOD!) Her car was of course, totaled. Near the end of that week, got my truck back.
The following week, I know now NOT to take ANY calls from the office during the day as the new manager said I needed to do the Sacramento run which is p&D (pickup & delivery) to 8 dealerships with a loaded 48 foot trailer and you do this by yourself. The driver who had been doing this was fired after being in 2 accidents. One was a deer jumping in front of his truck while headed to Truckee. The next accident (3 weeks later) was backing into a dealership when a woman decided she could get around him while he was doing this. Woman admitted to the cop what she had been doing and later on, talked with one of the ladies at the parts office who said the lady was at fault. But the driver still got fired. I only had to do this run for 4 days, at which time, the manager would hire another driver, which didn't happen. At the biggest dealership warehouse, unloaded over 300 pieces of freight and of course, had to put it in areas the customer wanted it at. This run usually took me 12 hours, but since I hadn't done it in over a year, it was 14. Every day.
On the 3rd day, told I'd have a driver taking over for the 4th, with me training him. One day of training? And the driver wanted to do everything on his own after I showed him what needed to be done at the first stop. If you want to be stupid, that's your problem and it did turn around and bite him on the a$$ when he was on his own the following week. As in running out of hours, so he spent his time off in a motel room in Auburn on his first solo run. The following night, the manager sends a driver with the loaded trailer to do a drop and hook, with the Sac driver to make deliveries. Thing is, this driver gets a lumper (worker) to help him make the deliveries/ unload?! And he was still running 14 hour shifts to get the job done. He gave 2 weeks notice to the manager and guess who gets another call?
Told the assistant manager that if the manager thought she'd get me stuck on that Sac run as my normal run, I'd quit first. Add to this was the manager trying to be cheap with me getting Sac pay instead of my normal Hayward pay which is a $4 a day difference. She/I had a few words about that one with me getting Hayward pay for the Sac run. Don't mess with my family and don't come between me and money. Had to run (again) only 4 days and now the manager has another hostler going to do the Sac run WITH A LUMPER as he's been there, done that already and knows the paperwork too. At least, I hope he does.
So this past week, back to going to Hayward and got myself a knee brace after talking with nephews wife about my problem. The knee has gotten a lot better and now that I'm back on my run, I'm a happy camper. Sorry about the long winded explanation, but you know how it is....Andy/I being anal retentive in wanting to get everything down on paper. So should be able to get at least 2 more chapters in, maybe 3 cause I can already hear them kittens crying out for moar.
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Post by kaijafon on Sept 1, 2014 10:23:55 GMT -6
Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwmoarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! glad you are ok/getting better! also glad I'm not a trucker!! hahahahaha!
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Post by willc453 on Sept 2, 2014 9:29:01 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 55 August 8th Thursday Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon
After talking with Stella on what we were looking for and why, the 3 of us each got 6 women from the militia to go with us. Using a phone book, we figured where we needed to go to find copy machines....it was the manual typewriters/ribbons that I thought would be the hardest to find. One of the things I insisted with the women was they travel in nothing less than a group of 3 and I preferred 6. 1 or 2 women could be grabbed/killed, but with a 3rd woman being there, it lessened the chances of something like that happening. And with 5 (and with leader for a total of 6), they were a force to be reckoned with.
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Post by willc453 on Sept 2, 2014 9:29:24 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 55 August 8th Thursday Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon
After talking with Stella on what we were looking for and why, the 3 of us each got 6 women from the militia to go with us. Using a phone book, we figured where we needed to go to find copy machines....it was the manual typewriters/ribbons that I thought would be the hardest to find. One of the things I insisted with the women was they travel in nothing less than a group of 3 and I preferred 6. 1 or 2 women could be grabbed/killed, but with a 3rd woman being there, it lessened the chances of something like that happening. And with 5 (and with leader for a total of 6), they were a force to be reckoned with.
What surprised me was 2 of the women (early/mid 20's?) were from Ukraine! Of course, neither were from Kherson, but Yulia was from some town 10-15 miles west of Kherson, had been to the water park there with her family several times. Vladilena (aka Leena) was from Odessa and both had some trouble getting used to living here in the U.S. even though both spoke English. It was the standard of living and basically the consumption of everything by the American people.... It was like we had no restraints, but also while many of us helped each other either directly or thru charities, there seemed more that would only help themselves at the costs of others. They had met their husbands thru a mail order bride web site just over a year ago. The 2 men had met while on the plane to Ukraine simply by being seated next to each other at JFK. Once they found they were from Oregon, a bond was made between the 2 of them. Both had been writing to their future wives for 3 months when they decided they had to meet. After meeting the girls (and their families), it was decided they'd go the 90 day fiancé route with the girls living with the guys for 90 days....which lasted all of 3 weeks before they got married. Kind of p*ssed me off the 4 of them having to go thru a bunch of hoops set by immigration....yeah, immigration didn't make it easy for them, but some how they (immigration) could never find the 11 million or so illegal aliens and deport them. Yulia's married to Jim Berstein (construction), while Leena is married to Mark Atkins (office manager at that Caribbean cruise company). Both were volunteers with the Red Cross and when the quake hit, went to Portland....and never heard from again. The girls believe their men are still alive, but things haven't been easy for them. Jim's family thought Yulia was only marrying him for her green card....live here for a year or better yet, get knocked up, get a divorce and then take him for everything. Vladilena did better....Marks family welcomed her with open arms and she was made to feel like family. The problem with both ladies was their new families lived in different parts of Oregon. Maybe a distance of "only" 30 miles or so doesn't sound like much and it wasn't before, but now with no power, communications, transportation....
And it got me to wondering....what's happened to all the foreigners here in the U.S. whether on vacation or business? God only knows what's happened to those trapped in southern Calif. between the nuke, the earthquake, the rioting/looting and invasion by the Mexican army. And what's happened to Americans in foreign countries, especially Mexico.
Explained to everyone what we were looking for and of course, anything else that may be of use to us or someone else because I was thinking maybe of setting up another trading post in McMinnville to help support the militia. Hit the library thinking maybe they still had manual typewriters, but of course they went to electric years ago. A lot of people in the library reading books/references/magazines on what can be eaten....like making daisy wine, eatable mushrooms, etc. But the library isn't allowing anyone to take any book from there now. Too valuable of a resource to lose and of course, the Mother Earth and those type of magazines are in big demand. The 4 librarians are asking donations of food and people are helping them out. Introduced myself and the girls to them, telling the librarians who we were and said I'd see about getting them 6 cases of mre's when we got back even though they couldn't help us. Still kind of odd seeing so many people armed in the library....like 8 out of 10? Including 3 of the 4 librarians. Had some people asking us about the militia, so ended up spending an hour or so there answering questions and also getting information posted at the park and Aprils place. It was decided by everyone the library should also have this info and I agree with them. So now have a bunch of people looking for manual typewriters and ribbons. Adams hadn't wasted any time in getting the microfiche, etc. out of there. She showed up with a flat bed truck and some guys with them being there and gone with in 30 minutes.
The stores are pretty much cleaned out, but I still fond some stuff we (militia) could use....like a bunch of light cords and at a arts and crafts store, a bunch of empty wooden spools to make figures with. Everyone had no idea why I grabbed this stuff, but once I explained, they understood. One more skill that I hope will keep us alive....and scare the sh*t out of beasts. Also hitting the dumpsters/garbage cans and found a bunch of empty metal coffee cans and explained to everyone how we could make stoves out of them. Also found some (8) shoulder bags that could carry a lap top/school books, etc. in which made things easier in carrying everything. Trying to get stuff so the militia can carry more stuff instead of maybe having to depend on the locals for supplies. The saying an army marches on its stomach is very, very true.
Things were going good....I mean, we did find some stuff, made more/new contacts, but sh*t happens. Thought of the dog pound while at the library and it was stripped of everything. At least someone let the animals out. And that's what's bothering me: I'm not seeing too many dogs/cats around....especially dogs. Saw a couple of kids using an air rifle to kill pigeons to take home and eat, though no one's messed with sea gulls as far as I know. Thing is, there's still a$$holes running loose and I was available to get rid of 2 of them. We were cutting thru an alley way when I heard a dog yelp and maybe a minute later see the dog trying to run as fast as it could with an arrow just in front of its right rear hip area. And I was thinking that people have started shooting dogs to eat them. Not something I'd ever see here in America, but things have changed so much....of course, I wish it had been a cat. Was going to call out, telling the shooter if he/ she wanted, I'd kill the dog with my rifle so it would get a merciful death, but then I heard voices. Voice 1 saying: dat was a good shot Billy, she's not going to run far. Voice 2: d*mn straight it was a good shot. That fagot crossbow guy on the zombie tv show couldn't of done better. Voice 1: yeah, he a fagot all right....all that pu$$y with him and he's not nailing any. Voice 2: and this'll teach those kids not to have a dog around the house. Aint got no time or food to feed one. Gobermint don't allow money for dog food, so iffen it don't, we aint feeding it. Godda*mn gobermint owes us a month worth of food stamps and other goodies and they better pony up or those kids are getting kicked out. Well, maybe not that 13 year old as she's starting to show some t*ts. Voice 1: did cha see the teats on that bitch? Betcha she's got puppies. Can I stomp them this time? You said I could last time and all I got to do was drown them. Voice 2: yeah, okay.
As soon as I saw the shot dog, had the girls take cover while I remained standing next to a wall. And when the 2 guys walked by the opening of the alley, they never saw me when I shot them in the head. Told the girls to strip the bodies of what ever was useful and then looked at their boots and told them to make sure to take those too because I was right later on in finding one of them fit me with out any trouble. After making sure the area was clear, went looking for the dog. Only reason I knew which alley way she had gone down was the pups crying/whining. Found her with 6 pups about as big as my hand and she growled when she saw me. The pups were trying to feed and with her growling, decided to try a different approach. Opened a food sealed bag of beef jerky and tossed a couple of pieces at her so she didn't have to reach/stretch to get them. When I asked if she wanted more, she wagged her tail, but didn't move or growl at me when I got next to her. Kept tossing a piece of jerky each time as I got near her. She had a collar/tags and her name was Belle. She was in an overturned cardboard box and every time she'd move trying to get more comfortable, the arrow would hit the box. Think she understood I was trying to help her as she didn't try biting me when I got near her hip/arrow. Had my small medical pouch, mainly with some small 4x5 inch gauze patches. Had to hold her hip down while I pulled the arrow out and then it really started bleeding. Voice 2 had used a broad head and I'm sure it did a lot of damage with her trying to run even on 3 legs. Shoved 2 bandages into the wound, then a 3rd on top of them while applying pressure. But it didn't work.....she licked my hand, looked in my eyes and I knew what she was saying: take care of my babies and died. The puppies fed for a few more minutes, then started crying/whimpering when there was no more milk coming from her....and I think they realized she was dead. Like a f*cking pu$$y, started crying too. That's when the girls found me.
The girls took the pups while I picked up Belle and went looking for a place to bury her. Found a small open spot with some trees that looked nice. Used a broken board to dig a hole and not wanting to just shovel dirt on her, used my t-shirt so it covered at least her head/upper body part. Went back to the bodies of voices 1 and 2, cut their heads off and put them at the foot of Belles grave. A couple of rocks outlined her grave. I'd of liked to put something how these 2 tortured animals, but this was the best I could do. So be it. If there is a heaven, these 2 are taking care of Belle and if they don't do it right, she bites the living sh*t out of 'em with them unable to do anything about it. Sh*t, who knows, maybe there will be other dogs/animals that have been abused by people and they all want to have these 2 (and/or others like them) take care of their needs. Nothing like a happy thought to make one feel better.
Got back to Aprils as quick as possible and after getting another t-shirt, went to the park to find someone who had a bitch that had puppies or just finished weaning some. And I did. A woman had one and she was glad to giver her to me because she was low on food herself and didn't know what she was going to do with her dog. Gave her a case of mre's when she returned with the dog whose name is Jeanie and about 4-5 years old. Well, moms are the same all over the world, whether you got 2 legs or 4. Got her settled in Aprils room along with some blankets and the pups went right for her teats. Now to find some dog food.
Yulia asked if I had family from the eastern part of Russia and told her no. Said the only people she knew who did what I did (laying heads at the feet of Belle) was Mongols. While I was at the park, the other girls had not only told everyone what had happened, but what I did with those mistreating the dogs in Canby. The newbies had some pretty big round eyes like in total shock/disbelief when they saw me return from the park. Went thru voice 1 and 2 stuff, not that there was anything of real value. Voice 2 had a crossbow with 5 broadhead arrows, including the one that had killed Belle. Think the pull on the bow is about 70 pounds and asking the women to test it out in cocking it.
But both a$$holes are from here and licenses had just been renewed only 3 months ago. Told the girls to mount up as we weren't done for the day. This time I had 12 women and had 6 of them take bikes with carts. They wanted to know what was going on and told them what I was thinking and they were all for it. Stella/Sampson hadn't shown back up, so we took off using a phone book map of the city to find the street voice 2 lived on. I refuse to even writhe those mother f*ckers names down in this diary. Took us awhile to find the street and then the address.
Jesus Christ, how can people do things like this to kids? I've heard/read stories where people are foster parents to kids, but the kids are nothing more than money machines to these people and with the complete breakdown.... When I knocked on the door, the woman asked who was it and told her it was the Oregon state militia with bad news about your husband. First thing she asked when the door was open, was "do you have any food as we're almost out and we're trying to feed 5 kids, plus our own son." Jesus, this woman was fat. I mean, I am, but it looked like she made 2 1/2 of me and she was shorter than me. That's when I saw a door open behind her and a girl calling out, to please help them get out of here. That Sheila was a liar and had been mistreating them. That's when I knocked Sheila on her a$$. She started screaming I couldn't do this to her, this was her place, the kids were her responsibility, the gobermint owed her food for feeding/taking care of them, etc. She shut up when I stuck the AR barrel in her nose. Told the girl to come out and tell us what was happening. She did, but then at the same time, a kid in his teens steps out and wants to know what's going on.
He's eating out of an open can of Spaghetti O's that's in his hand and just stares at us in total disbelief. Then he tells us the girl is a f*cking liar and when pap gets back, he's goin' to whale on her a$$ and she'll remember not to be tellin' lies. Thing is, I could see a couple of bruises on her cheek. And this kid is a porker too. Asked Lucinda (the girl with the bruises) who hit her and she points at the boy, saying he tried forcing himself on her 2 days ago but she was able to fight him off. I just looked at him and he says, bullsh*t, she came onto me and pap is the one who hit her for sassing him. I, along with the ladies didn't believe this line of sh*t, so whispered to Maria what I wanted her and a couple of other girls to get. She just smiled and it was NOT a nice smile. Asked Lucinda how many kids were here and she says her 2 younger brothers and 2 younger sisters, with her being the oldest and 14 next month. At least she thinks it'll be next month. Had Lucinda call the other kids out and they looked like sh*t....filthy clothes and body wise. Had Jackie watch these 2 while I and Lucinda went to the 2 rooms the 5 kids lived in. Godda*mn filthy....how the f*ck the Oregon government EVER let this sh*t go on, I have no idea. If I had my way, I'd of shot the mother f*ckers for dereliction of duty. Lucinda said the child protective people would only come around every couple of months and then they would call ahead of time. And of course, when they did come around, "Pap" would take her and the oldest boys (7 & 9) out of the house, with this pig saying they were out seeing a movie or some bullsh*t. But only after the place was spic and span with her and her brothers doing all the cleaning of course.
The kids were being fed rice twice a day (morning and evening) because it was the cheapest food these "people" could buy to feed the kids....not that they ate it of course. Long story short. Took what clothes they had, including the dirty ones. Lucindas 2 sisters (4 & 6) would just sit there not saying a word until Lucinda said something to them. Find out that their parents were crank users and got busted 5 months ago. Lucinda had done her best to keep the kids clean, but when power went off, there went water, etc. They had been sh*tting in the back yard, using a hoe with a broken handle to dig a hole with. Took every bit of food these "people" and first thing I asked was had any of kids eaten....of course not. They were waiting for "pap" to return as he was "the man of the house." When the girls came back, they had their sticks and asked Maria would she mind if she and a couple of girls got some wood to cook some food up for the kids. They hauled a$$ and didn't take long in getting the barbque going. These "people" did have about 50 gallons of 1 gallon water jugs....seems they looted a local supermarket for this and other food when the power went off. The fat lady excuse was if they didn't take it, someone else would of. Had the fat lady and her son sit in a corner while one of the ladies watched them....told the lady if they tried getting away, shoot them. Both protested, saying I had no right, that the law would be on my a$$ pretty quick. Told them both, if you want, I'll shoot you right here, right now and pointed my rifle at the fat lady. They both shut up.
I'll say one thing about these low life pieces of sh*t.....when they stole, they stole a lot. I'm talking close to 25 cases of canned food alone. Rice....try 300 pounds. All of it went into the carts along with the kids clothes and 1 toy. Yeah, 1 toy....that's all these "people" would let the kids have. And they were Goodwill rejects at that. The littlest girl only had a dolls head for a toy and it was missing both eyes and all of its hair. I could feel the black side of my dark side coming up and told Maria that I had to get out of her before I lost control. She's seen me lose it in Canby and had Leena go outside with me where I took my gurkha and attacked a tree in trying to get rid of my rage. And I must of hacked that tree for a good 5+ minutes....and that's a lot of hacking. When I finally calmed down, went back inside and the kids were soon eating a quick veggie soup the girls had made using the barbque these "people" had. Talked with Lucinda about The Farms and she was quick to say yes, but was afraid that "pap'", fat lady and her son would come after them. Told her "pap" and voice 1 were killed by me and why. She started crying because of what happened to Belle, but told her the puppies were okay and they'd be going to The Farm too.....and would she be interested in helping raise them? Oh yeah she was. And voice 1 was "paps" cousin and he had tried copping a feel on her a couple of times, telling her she should be "nice to him if she knew what was good for her."
One thing these kids needed was a bath and of course, we took everything that the kids could possibly be used. Laundry/body soap, hair shampoo, toilet paper....what ever we could find, we took. Not that the kids got to use toilet paper when the power/water went out. They had a stack of newspapers (National Enquirer, etc. type). I wanted to leave NOTHING behind for these "people". Fat lady & son objected, saying they were being left with nothing, we couldn't do this to them, it wasn't Christian. Told them if either said another word, I'd shoot them. Well, fat boy said we couldn't do that, that it would be murder. That's when I fired a round into the wall near his head. They both screamed and shut up. The 6 carts were fully loaded when we got ready to leave and the kids had been fed. The youngest were tired....think it was because they hadn't really been fed something good in so long. Had Maria take 3 of the girls with her and the kids went to a golf course about a mile away to get cleaned up. Maria asked if I was going to be okay, meaning was I over my rage....and was I going to kill these 2 instead of what I had planned originally. Said I was okay now and said remember, payback's a bitch and she's in heat. She smiled at that, remembering Canby and asked else I had planned for those 2. After telling her, she said she understood what I meant when I had told her in Canby, what goes around, comes around. Punctured a couple of car gas tanks to get the gas I needed using a couple of buckets from this place, then proceeded to splash it all inside the house, making sure I got all the bedroom windows and back door thoroughly covered in gas. Then to the livingroom where the fat lady & son looked at me wanting to know what was going on, but they weren't saying a word until I splashed them with a bucket of gas. Told them that I had good news and bad news and fat boy raised his hand like asking permission to speak. Told him to go ahead and he said what was the good news. Told him that he and him mom were going to live.....IF they could run fast enough. Told him I was going to set this place on fire and they had to wait until I counted to 10 outside this place, at which time they could leave. The bad news was if they didn't move fast enough, they'd catch fire and be burned alive. And if they tried leaving before I finished counting to 1o, I'd shoot them as they left thru the front door and then they've be burned alive. Had the girls outside waiting and it didn't take long for the bedrooms/back door to be on fire at which point I hauled a$$ for outside. The fat lady & son screamed they were coming out....that is, until I fired a round high into the top part of the front door. Then I started counting very loudly, but slowly. When I reached 10, the 2 of them tried going thru the doorway at the same time which didn't work out for either of them. Son wasn't as fat, so he got up first (stepping on his mother to get out) and started running away from the burning house. At which time he found the line of 6 women with sticks (clubs?) in their hands, with the kid running a gauntlet between them. The sticks were about 3 fingers thick and they beat the sh*t out of the kid, telling him when a woman says no, she means no. He never made it past the 4th woman before being unconscious. They beat him a few more times for good measure. Then the fat lady saw what was happening to her son and she tried hauling a$$ away from them, not that it did any good because the women really beat the sh*t out of her because of the way they had treated the kids.
Made sure those 2 weren't going to catch fire by dragging them into the street, then we left for the golf course for the girls and kids. Did have some people from the neighborhood come out to see what was going on and I explained to them what we had found with Lucinda also telling them. And when I asked the group why didn't they know what was going on, was told Sheila, "pap" and the boy were unfriendly/rude, so no one wanted anything to do with them.
Nothing we could do with the kids dirty clothes until we could get them to the farm, but at least they were cleaner. There were a bunch of people at the water trap/golf course, but they made room quick enough for the girls, especially when they started telling everyone what had happened. Then the girls that were with me told everyone what they/I had done. Passed the word around that if anyone knew of any more kids being abused, drop word at the militias place or any of the women out on patrol. We'd take it from there and everyone would remain anonymous.
When we got back to our place (militia), the other ladies came out and made a fuss over the kids. A couple of the ladies went to the park to find clothes that would fit them and it makes me happy to say they got the clothing for free once it was explained why it was needed. By this time, Stella/Sampson had shown up and they didn't have any luck in finding a manual typewriter either. It was April who came thru with 3 of them AND a couple of new, still sealed ribbons. She went to the park, getting them for 3 cans of veggies.
Next step was to get one of the girls to make a copy of the paperwork that Abrams had given me earlier, but had the girl alter some of the information, like putting the ham radio operator in a different city and changing some of the figures where the militias were forming. But the bad news remained. After that was done, went looking for Abrams, asking him to make me 5,000 copies of it, saying I'm going to need probably 20,000 more with in the next week. He said there was no way I'd be able to distribute this many copies until I told him about the bullsh*t bomber, then he just laughed and said he 'd have them ready with in a couple of hours. Then went to see John and how the airplanes were doing. I heard the 3 tail draggers engines running (C-47 is almost ready, maybe by Saturday he said). Watched them taxi and then take off one at a time.... God, words don't describe the feelings when I saw them take off. The Col. and Acorn were there, so told them what I had planned with the newsletter, What's Happening and the tail draggers. The Col. had no problem with this, but wanted to make sure I understood the pilots main job was reconnaissance and I said okay. Asked if the pilots were armed and it was something he hadn't thought of, but would make sure they were.
There was still enough time for us to get to the first Farm, so a dozen of us with the kids, Jeanie and puppies took off with the loaded carts. Lucinda saw the graves and knew she had questions and I told her who the women were. Not that I knew all of them, but those that I did. I told her what little bit I knew about them. Including some being in the militia, some not.
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Post by 223shootersc on Sept 2, 2014 10:52:28 GMT -6
Need MOAR of the good stuff
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Post by willc453 on Sept 6, 2014 23:00:09 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 56 Summers Ranch McMinnville, Oregon August 8th Thursday (contd)
While at The Farm, thought I'd go see how Mama dog and her pups were doing and surprised to see Prince sitting outside the barn door. I'd of turned away because I figured one of the girls had to be here and didn't want to see her. I mean I did, but didn't. Would just hurt too much in seeing her and thinking of what have been. But Prince saw/smelled me and came running to be petted/fussed over, so I did. Walked him back to the main door and figured on having him sit there waiting for one of the girls to come out while I ran away like Chicken Little.
Thing is, the door was partially open and found myself eavesdropping when I heard Jennifers voice: what do you men, you don't want us around here anymore? All the other voices were women and no idea who they were, so anyway.... Voice 1: you heard us. Your mother, Abbey and Herbert are welcome, but you two aren't. Voice 2: it's despicable the way you two treated Andy. Voice 3: it's women like you that give us women a bad name. Voice 4: yeah, leading Andy on like you did, having him think you cared for him and then dumping him, especially once you had a bunch of food. Voice 5: especially since he's done so much not just for you and those 2 women that live next to you, but every woman he's ever met needing help. Voice 6: and don't forget how he treats kids. Heard he just brought in another 5 from a very messed up situation. Voice 1: AND another dog with puppies. Patricia: Andy was nice, but we always thought he was up to something sneaky....nobody's that nice all the time. Men like him always want something in return and you girls know what I mean. Voice 4: bullhockey. Andy's sneaky yes, but only in trying to get things done/help people out....or killing those he calls beasts. Jennifer: you make him sound like a saint and we've seen the looks he's given both of us and it's not saintly. Voice 4: from what I've heard, Andy was honest with you both in courting and wanting to marry you both from the very beginning. None of us understand why he's interested in both of you instead of just one or the other. Patricia: we thought if we held hands and let him kiss us it would make things easier all the way around. Laughter from other ladies in the barn. Voice 3: from what some of us have seen, you were kissing him back. Patricia: Andy was nice, yes, but my God, he's old enough to be my father. Voice 2: so, in kissing him back, you have a fatherly incest desire on your part? Patricia screamed: that's a godd*mn lie and you take that back! Voice 3: or you'll what? Some screaming going on, ladies saying fight, fight. Then Jennifer says: get off her and then there's more screaming/sounds of violence and of course, fight, fight, fight. One of the voices says say uncle and I'll stop....more sounds of fighting, then Patricia saying uncle....uncle, uncle, uncle. Soon followed by Jennifer saying uncle.
Voice 6: and another point we have against you two is no sooner is Andy kicked out of a place he thought as home, you start hanging with Mark and Donny....and several women laugh and it wasn't a funny laugh. Patricia: what's so d*mn funny about Mark and Donny? They're nice to us, they're not grabbing our hands to be held, kissing us all the time for any excuse or putting their arms around our waists. More women laughter. Voice 5: you met them "accidently" at the trading post on Sunday, right? Jennifer: yes. Voice 5: and now you're here for milk and butter right? Patricia: yeah, so what? Voice 5: how much of this will go to Donny and Mark? Jennifer: what do you mean? Voice 3: honey, those two are bi-sexual gigolos. Jennifer/Patricia: WHAT? Voice 3: you two didn't know? They're a team and have been doing this for almost 15 years, mainly taking Caribbean cruises, finding older women who want a younger mans companionship during the cruise....or men wanting the same. And many times, they get invited to live with that person for awhile and of course, they always get an "allowance/spending money." In any case, they always and I mean ALWAYS come ahead of the game. Let me guess....they told you they were very low on food because they had been helping the less fortunate and you invited them both over for supper AND have given them some of your extra food. The same food that Andy made sure you got even though it was from that guy Aaron. And everyone around here KNOWS how he feels about Aaron and it's something you should of remembered. Jennifer: we thought Andy wouldn't of dared to keep that food from us, we never thought that.... Voice 2: yes, you never thought. All you ever saw was an old, bald fat man as Andy describes himself. Voice 4: so, when did you start giving food to those two? By Monday? Voice 3: no, too soon....probably by Tuesday at the latest as they are patient and can look so pathetic with their long hair, sorrowful eyes and of course, as soon as they could, they exposed their well muscled chests. Like they were poets feeling the pain of the world. Patricia: that's none of your d*mn business who we give our food to. Voice 1: it is when it's OUR food we're giving to you, believing that the 4 or even 6 of you are using it. And even then, I wonder now if you're sharing it with the neighborhood like you're suppose to be doing....instead of keeping it all for yourself and those two. I was kind of surprised when I didn't hear an answer from either of the girls right off the bat.
Then Jennifer said Donny needed more milk than normal because of some kind of skin rash or bone condition. Women laughing. Voice 3: Donny believes bathing himself in milk keeps his skin looking younger and while you don't get enough to bath in, he could be wiping himself down with it instead of having some kids drink it. Did you ever think of that? Jennifer: no, I just took his word for it in regards to his medical condition. More women laughter. Voice 3: and did you know they tried conning Gary out of food? Patricia: what do you mean? Voice 3: those that could, have gone to the trains to help unload, but those 2 said they had bad backs. Even so, Gary tried to find other jobs they could do in helping everyone out and they always had an excuse till Gray got tired of it, then told them to f*ck off, starve and die. Voice 2: and Gladys who lives behind Bill and Tom heard them they were a couple of skanky bitches and not to come around again or they'd sic their dog on him when they tried putting the make on both of them for food.
I remember that dog....a really mean looking German Shepherd, but the funny thing about it was he was a pu$$y in reality. Bill/Tom taught him to growl and show his teeth on voice or hand command and then he looked really bad a$$ enough to eat TWO Chuck Norris's with a snack of Arnold and Sylvester on the side. Found this out by accident awhile back when I saw a Chihuahua chasing him down the street with Teddys tail between his legs. I went over to stop it, but then Tom came out, he made a movement with his hand and Teddy turned around and gave the Chihuahua his war face. Chihuahua suddenly decided he wasn't so bad a$$ after all. Tom told me that they tell everyone he's named after Teddy Roosevelt as in speak softly and carry a big stick, but in reality his name is Teddy Bear. It was okay with Tom that I gave him a piece of beef jerky and every time after that, when I saw him, he'd go sniffing me like he was saying I know you got it and we both know you're going to give me some. So cough it up and I would. I'd tell him he was a horrible, rotten beggar baby and he'd wag his tail as if saying yeah, but it works!
Voice 3: we got this information on those two from women in Sheridan. Those 2 have a place some where in Idaho that they go to for their own "spiritual relaxation" as they put it. They also own their place in Sheridan. Patricia: why would they want to live here instead of Idaho? Voice 4: because you don't sh*t where you eat. Jennifer: what do you mean? Voice 4: they let all their "companions" know they live in Oregon and no one is suppose to know about their place in Idaho. And speaking of which, did you know that property is still being contested? Patricia: I don't understand. Voice 4: one of Marks "companions" died, leaving him that place, but the family of that "companion" fought the change in the will, saying that it had been altered or maybe, the "companion" didn't realize what he was signing at the time. And by the way, guess who's handling the case for Mark? No answer from Jennifer/Patricia. Voice 3: it's a shame that you two will never realize what you could have had and threw it away. Voice 5: and he's hooked up with that Summers woman now. Jennifer/Patricia: WHAT?! Voice 5's voice is so thick and syrupy: didn't you two know? After you tossed him out, Summers didn't hesitate in grabbing him. Voice 2: no, that's not right and voice 5 says how do you know? Voice 2: talked with Gladys who's part of the guard there and she talked with one of the ladies working there....you know, at the ranch. She was around the corner smoking and when she heard a noise, took a quick peek, saw what Andy was doing and then April showed up and what was happening between them and them walking back inside the building.
Oh f*ck me....I thought I/we were alone when we were outside the building and one of the ladies there saw/then heard me screaming into my t-shirt, April coming out, etc.. At least they didn't know/hear what happened in her room. And I guess April does get kind of "noisy" when she's ready/having her orgasm. Just something I never thought of.
Patricia: WELL....that just proves what we were thinking about Andy after all. He was just after a quickie. Voice 5: God, men joke about blondes being dumb all the time....these two make blondes think like Einsteins. Jennifer: what Patricia said is true. If Andy cared for us, he wouldn't of gone running to the first HOOKER he could get. Voice 5: you call April a hooker again and I won't let you get up when you say uncle. Now apologize for calling her that. There was some hesitation by Jennifer and I guess voice 5 was going after her because Jennifer couldn't apologize quick enough or enough times. Voice 2: let me explain something to you two retards. Some men can only love once in their life and once they give that love to someone and it's rejected, they have no more love to give. Then she told about me running out of the building when that Johnny Cash song was played. Heard a couple of the ladies saying oh, that's so sad and got the feeling they were looking at the girls with unfriendly eyes. Then how April, Sampson, I met and why we set her up in that business. The girls had no reply to that bit of news.
What surprised me was when the women started talking about my d*ck size?! Voice 5: the girls working there are wondering and even taking bets on how big he is. Couple of ladies asked what did she mean. Voice 5: you know, how big he is between his legs. There's some gasps from the women and they wanted to know the working ladies would be even interested in making such a bet. Voice 5: what ever he's got, April's d*mn glad to be getting it, so it's gotta be big. And you know that glow you have when it's really good? She's got it....every time she comes out of her room after being with him. And they do it 2-3 times a night! Well, that made me feel better because I was worried that maybe she might have been faking it. Voice 5: you called Summer a hooker....and you two are PAYING Mark and Donny in food and not getting anything in return for it! Lots of laughter from the ladies. Voice 5: now get out and DON'T come back!
That's when I told Prince to stay and I hauled a$$ to get around the corner of the barn and out of sight. Well, I had to peek after I heard the door open, then close. I could see the girls backs and saw their clothing was really messed up/dirty. I only heard part of their conversation because they stood there for a bit before walking away. Jennifer: my God, what just happened in there? It's so unreal and maybe we were wrong about Andy the entire time. It's a entirely different story than what we had heard about Andy and that Summers woman. Patricia: but what about all that money he left you? Let him try to explain that! Jennifer: knowing Andy, he has a good explanation about it and truth is, I miss him, especially after hearing what Andy's really been doing since we sent him away. Patricia: me too, but God, he was like a elephant sized puppy with his affection and heard Jennifer kind of laugh and say yes, he was. Maybe he wasn't a good kisser, but he did everything with/for us with such enthusiasm. I still remember seeing him for the first time when you know....just knowing what was going to happen to me and there's Andy and 4 dead beasts as he calls them. Patricia: that's true. Godd*mn it, why did he have to be so honest all the time with us? How many times have we been hit on while working and we both know they always wanted sex. After hearing about him and that Summers woman, maybe he's not that old after all. And wait till we get home....we're going to have a few words with Donny and Mark. If we have to, we'll get Janet and some others to make sure we get back what's ours. Jennifer: said in a small voice: I hope so and Patricia said what do you mean? Jennifer: haven't you noticed that a lot of people haven't been coming over to visit or talking to us like they used to? Patricia didn't have a reply to that one, but then said come on, let's go talk with your Mom. Jennifer: I think Mom's been waiting for us to have a talk with her because you notice, she never said a word about what we did in sending Andy away or warmed up to Donny/Mark. During this time of everyone in the barn, made sure Prince didn't go charging in. That was the last thing I wanted happening and if it had, I'd of had to go in after him and who knows what would of happened then?
Thing is, feel kind of sick inside....you know, from being used. I always thought the girls at least welcomed me when I held their hands, etc. There's a part of me that....I don't know, maybe it's like me when I kept putting money in a slot machine in the belief/hope that it'll not only pay off, but I'll come ahead of the game. And instead, walk away with an empty wallet. Can a girl fake kissing a guy back? You know, like faking an orgasm like what's her name did in Harry and Sally? I mean, Jesus, we've swapped tongues while kissing....how much more serious in being interested in a guy can a girl be doing that? F*ck, f*ck, f*ck. Just kind of sick inside knowing that they weren't the girls I thought they were. The really sick part is I have a need/craving for them and I'm not talking sex either. Thing is, I know they're not going to even make an attempt for us to be together again.
When we brought the kids to The Farm, the ladies made a fuss. I also made sure that none of the ladies hiding near the entrance to The Farm showed themselves and Lucinda wanted to know what was going on, so told her. She was surprised, saying there were women out there with guns AND hidden? Told her yes and why. And what happened at the other Farm and how the ladies came to be here. Kids and puppies got fussed over....with the kids having to take another bath, something the boys were too enthused about AND another set of clean clothes to wear. Then the kids got an early supper and I did my best to look pathetic which worked because Sheri said my act needed a lot of improving to really work on them, but come on in, so I grabbed a plate of rice covered in scratch made gravy, 4 biscuits soaked with butter. Thing is, I had to work for it with having to take a bath afterwards, but I'm growing my beard back.
Was waiting for everyone to settle down afterwards and was going to take off when I saw some tree limbs about 5 inches in diameter and a couple of feet long and that got me to thinking. Used a saw to cut them to 5 inch lengths so I had 2 dozen of them, then started whittling on one of them. The boys are Jeremy and Jason and it was Jeremy who came out to sit with me before I left. He's the oldest boy and wanted to know what I was doing and told him. He said you can make wooden balls a weapon? So explained a bit more about what I was doing and why. He asked if he could help and had to ask if he had ever used a knife for whittling and he said no. He looked really bummed out and figured I'd tell him no, he couldn't help because he was too young, etc. He was really surprised when I handed him my Mora and sheaf, telling him this was only a loan. When I could, I'd see if I could find him a pocket knife of his own to keep. Reminded me of Herberts smile when I gave him his first fishing pole. So after showing how to use it, he started whittling....or at least trying to. But when I pulled out one of my bayonets out to use, his eyes got really big. Knew he had questions, so told him these aren't normally used for whittling. He wanted to know what they were used for then and told him I've used them to kill people with. His eyes got bigger. He wanted to know more, but told him maybe some other time. Right now I just want to get these balls made and we got to whittling.
Lucinda came out, saw what we were doing and after asking, Jeremy proudly told her. Lucinda asked if it was wise to give him a knife at his age. I said yes, I had one when I was 9 though I had the tendency to lose them. He's going to cut himself from time to time, no doubt in my mind, but gotta start learning somewhere. She asked if she could help, so pulled my other bayonet out and told her to be careful. She was. Well, we got the wood chunks in more or less in a round shape, but still needed a lot of work to make them right and it was time for us to go. One of the ladies gave me a paper bag to carry the balls in and then we left. Jeremy told Lucinda that I had lent him the knife and I was going to find a pocket knife just for him. Lucinda said remember other promises that Mom/ Dad made and I could feel something was wrong. But told her that I had lent him the knife and it was his to keep until I found him a replacement. His big smile came back.
The militia was ready to head back until I thought of dog food and where could I find it. And it came to me....maybe one of the train boxcars had some? It was a long shot, but figured it couldn't hurt, so asked the girls if it would be okay for us to check it out. Sometimes I just don't think....one of the girls said why not ask someone here as many of them have been unloading the trains since we took possession of them. Yeah, there was dog food along with dog biscuits....a couple of dozen pallets of dry including at least a dozen pallets of wet. No one thought of unloading it because people were high on the list for food/supplies on it. We loaded up mainly on dry, but did get 1 pallet of wet. Most of the wet got divided between both farms, telling the ladies there this wasn't just for the dogs, but in case food got short.... They weren't happy with the idea but understood what I was saying. After unloading what I figure must be 2 pallets worth of dry at both Farms, I also made sure 6 bags were set aside for Prince and Queenie along with 3 bags for Teddy.....and biscuits of course. Then 2 more pallets worth was set aside for the streamers and townies who had dogs. Then back to the train to load up the emptied carts full again, THEN we headed back to town. The carts are rated up to 400 pounds....that's a sh*t load of dog food and biscuits Though of course, the girls working at the trains made sure we got some extra stuff too....200 pounds of rice for example and a dozen cases each of different flavored Kool-Aid and instant gravy. I'm hoping the Kool-Aid will make the water we drink a little more drinkable. Tastes like sh*t when it's boiled....no flavor. And it ain't easy pedaling that much weight on a bike. ALL of us got off the bikes more than once just to stretch our legs.
Hit the militia part of the building first, dropping everything off. Of course, the ladies there wanted to know how things were going at the Farms and while the ladies talked, remembered I still had money to give to the guard that I had gotten from that one beasts briefcase. The Col. and Acorn were gone for the day, but found Abrams. Explained where the money came from and all of that and said he'd give it to Acorn tomorrow. Of course, didn't say anything about what I gave Sampson and the guys. He wanted to know who the writers were listed as being responsible for the information on What's Happening. Told him and he started laughing and said good because not only did I keep coming up with something new, I never repeated myself.
On the way back to Aprils place, ran into Sampson and Stella. They found some stuff, but like us, the town's getting pretty well picked over. Told them about the stuff we got from the train and both were happy that they didn't have to use the mre's unless it was an emergency. Talked with them thinking maybe we could put 1 cup of uncooked rice in a small plastic bag and that could be 1 meal. I was thinking of the Vietnamese and how they lived basically on that and still kicked our a$$.
Aprils place was busy....not jammed full or anything like that, but may of been half a dozen customers there. Checked in with the militia girls there to see how things were going and they said everything was going okay, but when Friday came.... And oh yeah, two men were talking with April about some kind of special in her room. Couldn't figure that one out, because I knew she wouldn't be turning tricks as that was part of our agreement. Even though I got shafted by the girls, never figured she'd do me too, but.... Was going to knock on the door when I heard a mans voice saying "b*tch, you WILL start paying us a weekly insurance premium or unfortunate accidents can happen....or worse. Heard April say "I won't pay extor....and that's when I heard the flesh hitting flesh. Then a second voice says c*nt, you'll pay and then I heard the ripping of clothe. Turned the door knob as quietly as possible, pulled my 9 out, then shoved the door open as hard as I could so it slammed into the wall which started the 2 guys. April's got a hand print on her left jaw and her top part of her dress is ripped, exposing one of her bra covered breasts. These guys turned upon hearing the door slamming against the wall, but they were too late as they knew I had the drop on them.
Told April to back away from these two and asked which one hit her. She backed up couple of feet and pointed to the guy on my left. Thing is, all it took was that second or two for the guy on my right to pull his pistol out. Or should I say, TRIED to. He thought he was one of those tough guys with it stuck between his belly and pants, because when he started pulling it out, it went off and he shot himself! Stupid f*ck....afterwards, looked at his pistol and he had the safety off while it was stuck in his pants! He drops the gun and starts screaming he shot his c*ck and balls off and is clutching his crotch. Then the guy on my left thought he had a chance of nailing me and pulled his gun, but we were both surprised by Aprils reaction. I figured she'd scream and find some place to hide under/ behind. Instead, she screamed and jumped on the guys back! Tired raking the guys eyes with her nails, with her other arm wrapped around his throat and legs around his waist and if that wasn't keeping him busy, she not only bit his ear, she tried biting it off! The guys gun went flying and it took a few seconds for this guy to toss her over his shoulder where she layed on the ground. Then he went for his gun on the floor till I put a round near it and then he couldn't back up quick enough. Then of course, I got the threats: do you know who I work for, how much trouble you're in, etc.? About then, the 3 militia ladies showed up and a couple of minutes later, Sampson/Stella showed up with more militia wanting to know what was going on. Then the working ladies and some of the customers showed up also wanting to know what happened.
First thing I did was get these guys pistols and check for other weapons. Found a Buck knife, took what money/I.D./ammo they had, then asked April if she was okay. Then told the working ladies/customers to get her out of here and she would explain to them what happened while I did the same with everyone else. Then before anyone could react, I kicked the guy on my left in the mouth with my "new" boot...the same ones that came off "paps" dead feet earlier in the day. Then kicked the other guy in the stomach. That's when Sampson grabbed me, asking me to calm down. Had to turn my head to see him and told him I was calm....and smiled. He didn't like that smile at all, but Stella did. Then explained what happened to everyone. After Sampson let me go, I whispered to her what we needed while Sampson listened and 4 of the militia ladies watched those 2 guys, with Sampson saying he's never heard of anyone having this done to them before....but he sure liked it. Read about it, yes, but actually doing it?
Been a long day and April says I need to get some sleep so quitting for now.
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Post by willc453 on Sept 7, 2014 9:45:18 GMT -6
Teddy's based on a dog I know in Dutch Flat, Calif. He lives across the freeway (there's an overpass over I-80 there) and every morning around 04:00/05:00 he wanders to the gas station/truck stop to see what he can mooch/con someone out of....including me. I stop there on the way back to Reno for a break, getting 2 hashbrowns covered in gravy and a milk....along with 2 sausages for him. Never can remember his name, so I call him Beggar Baby and he just sits there next to me while I'm eating....and stares at me and stares at me and stares at me, just like Teddy did in this chapter. So I feed him chunks of the sausages from time to time and afterwards, some times he'll get to lick what's left of the gravy in the container. But there are times, I've used my fingers to wipe it all up to get it all for myself. Then Teddy has a wtf look on his face when I put it near his head. The other thing is, I also like some Tobasco sauce on this and his tongue/face makes a funny face, but he's gotten to licking the container empty. He used to follow me back to the truck looking/hoping for more till I tell him no more, go home. He'll usually head back home, but other times he's gone back to near the front door of the store in hopes of more goodies. That dog has no shame.
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Post by kaijafon on Sept 7, 2014 14:08:23 GMT -6
lol! love the dog! I've had a dog like that! Thanks for the MOAR!!!!
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