I was settled on the couch in "Wildman's" front room. Wanda was on one side of me and Diane was on the other. The credits were just completed and filling the screen was Jenny and the little blond. So, her name was Tina. It appeared they were studying or something ? The conversation was as inane as I remembered the other videos were. Both the women were silent, watching the video. I wondered what Gary, his son, Carol and Monica were doing ? I imagined they were all naked in the hot tub and both of the ladies were getting their brains fucked out. On the TV screen, Jennifer was pulling her pants and panties down. I felt a tingling in my crotch as her furry brown bush came into view. I looked to both sides of me and found both Wanda and Diane mesmerized by the action on the screen. Jennifer soon had the fingers of one hand roaming through her pubic hair. She told Tina how good it felt. Tina wasted no time and joined her and now both of the girls on the screen had their pants and panties down around their ankles. Tina's pussy was bare, her cunt lips clearly visible as she rubbed a couple of fingers up and down her slit. I could have sworn that she had a dark little bush in some of the other videos I'd watched. "Oh ! Wow ! Tina shaved her pussy." Diane exclaimed. I wondered how familiar Diane was with Tina's pussy ? I started to get a woody. Soon the two young ladies on the screen were fingering their brains out and then Jenny reached over and started playing with Tina's pussy. It didn't take long and Tina was doing the same for her. Jenny brought her hand to her mouth and sucked on the fingers that she had just pulled out of Tina's cunt. Tina kept fingering Jenny. She was really working on her. Jennifer had her legs spread and was just slowly licking her fingers as Tina's fingers banged in and out of her hairy cunt. As if on cue, Jennifer was on the floor and spreading Tina's legs. There was a great close up of her tongue first making contact with Tina's bare cunt. Soon she had Tina's ass moving all over the couch as she licked up and down her slit and teased her clitoris with her tongue and fingers. Again, as if on cue, Jennifer got up and moved over Tina in 69. Both the girls were bare from just the waist down, their blouses and shoes still on. The camera moved from one end of the couch to the other getting some great shots of their tongues in each other's pussies. Tina was reaming out Jennifer's asshole and my cock was growing down one leg of my jeans. I looked over at Wanda and found her still mesmerized by the action on the screen. I stared at her tits. I had a hard time believing they were the tits of a forty year old. They appeared so youthful, sitting high on her chest and pushing her blouse out almost grotesquely. "What the fuck is going on in here !?" Made me jump. I initially thought it was "Wildman." It was but he was on the screen. He was yelling for Tina to go to her room and reading the riot act to Jennifer. Tina left the room, carrying her pants and panties. The camera man gave us a great shot of her cute little butt as she walked down the hall. Jennifer was starting to pull her pants and panties back on but then Gary was forcing them back down her legs. He pushed her back onto the couch and then started undoing his pants. Jesus ! I could see the outline of his cock through his jeans. When it sprang out of his jeans, the women on either side of me gasped and I'm sure they've seen Gary's cock plenty of times before. Gary wasted no time pulling Jennifer's face to his monster cock and told her to suck it. She did. As her lips were sliding back and forth on Gary's cock, he pulled her blouse off over her head and now she was naked. Her tits were just about perfect - big apples on her chest with no hint of sag. The areola dark brown, nipples erect. He started massaging them with his hands as she sucked on his cock. She had both hands wrapped around it and was still taking about three or four inches in her mouth. God ! What a cock "Wildman" had. When he took off his shirt I knew that Jennifer was going to get her brains fucked out. He pushed her to her back on the couch and crawled up between her legs. The camera man got a great shot of Gary burying his cock in her cunt. Her scream would have been very impressive if I hadn't seen her fuck about a dozen other guys before. As Gary started fucking the shit out of the teenager on the screen, I felt Diane's hand grasp my thigh. I looked over and found her staring at the screen. I put my arm around her shoulder and let my hand rest on her left breast. I could feel her nipple through her blouse and bra. I started to rub it and then captured it between my fingers, just pinching it a bit. Her hand moved higher on my thigh and ran into my growing cock. I moved my hand to the buttons of her blouse and opened the top two, slid my hand inside her blouse and bra and went back to pinching her left nipple. I could feel goose bumps on her areolae. Her hand was now stroking my cock through my jeans. I was as hard as rock. I was watching her face the whole time and when she looked up at me, I kissed her and forgot all about the video on the TV screen. We were frenching wildly. My other hand unbuttoned the remaining buttons and pulled her blouse out of her shorts. I pushed her bra up above her tits and lowered my face to her right tit. While I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could and ran my tongue around her areolae and nipple, her hand started working on the fly to my jeans. My right hand wandered down her stomach, to the waist band of her shorts. She sucked in her waist and my hand was inside, sliding toward her crotch. She had a hairy bush and I ran my fingers through it until she spread her legs. Her cunt was wet and one of my fingers slid right into her. I had started finger banging her and she was working on the button of my jeans when I heard, "I don't think anybody is watching Gary and his bimbos any more. I'm going to turn it off." I broke the kiss with Diane and watched as Wanda got up off the couch and started toward the TV. I went back to kissing Diane and kept my finger fucking in and out of her. She had the front of my jeans open and I lifted my hips as she started to tug them down my legs. I felt another pair of hands start yanking my tennis shoes off. I looked down and found Wanda, naked as a jay bird, kneeling at my feet. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts. They were large melons of flesh topped with large brown areolae and nipples the size of grapes. They were jiggling as she pulled on my pants legs. Her bush was a tight triangle of black hair at the junction of her thighs. "Hope you don't mind if I join you two." It was a statement not a question. She was smiling and I smiled back at her. When Diane leaned over and sucked my cock into her mouth, I threw my head back against the couch. Diane had sucked a cock or two in her life; I was positive of that. Her lips were like a suction cup around the shaft of my cock. She'd suck my cock into her mouth and then slide her lips almost off of my cock as her tongue teased my entire length. Wanda was busy pulling my pants off and then started to work on Diane's. As soon as Wanda got Diane's shorts off, she spread her legs and buried her face in the young lady's crotch. After just a few seconds of eating her she looked up and said, "Oh ! Willy, she's so wet." I laughed and damn near had an orgasm as Diane's head started bobbing in my lap. I pulled her off me and got to my feet. As I was taking my shirt off I told Wanda to get on the couch. As soon as she did, she spread her legs and I dropped to my knees. Diane was busy taking off her blouse and bra as I buried my tongue in Wanda's hairy twat. She was sopping wet, her cunt lips almost greasy. I ran my tongue from her clit to her vagina and continued to lather her with my saliva. Her hands were in my hair and when I looked up I found Diane sucking on her tits. I couldn't get over how firm they looked and leaned over and sucked the tit that Diane wasn't working on into my mouth. These were grade "A" tits or my name wasn't William Buffalo Tamarack. My hand found it's way to her cunt, filled her with two fingers and started to pump them in and out. Her breathing increased. I dropped back down to her crotch and sucked as much of her pink meat into my mouth as I could. She had started to hump her hips into my face when I moved over to Diane and spread her legs. I could see where her pubic hair was matted with Wanda's saliva or maybe it was her cunt butter. I ate her, finally lifting her leg and working my tongue down to her asshole. It was a tight little bud, surrounded by a lush growth of pubic hair. I reamed it out good and then eased a finger into it. My thumb found her cunt and I pumped both of them in and out of her. During all this activity my cock had gone limp and I was anxious to get it hard again. I rose and grabbed both of them by the hair. They needed no coaxing and were soon sharing my half hard pecker. Wanda got off the couch and started to lick my thighs and ass while Diane just kept her lips sliding back and forth on my cock. Wanda had my butt cheeks spread and was licking and poking her tongue into my asshole. I wanted to fuck one of them but was way past the point of no return. My orgasm started in my crotch and slowly worked it's way along my penis. It felt like an electric current, rushing to the head of my cock. I grabbed Diane's head and started spazaming. She had almost my entire dick in her mouth. I was shaking - like I couldn't control my body. I could feel my orgasm in my legs, my stomach, my back, my ass, my neck. When I came to, I was on my back on the floor. Diane and Wanda were on each side of me, rubbing my stomach and chest. I was still breathing hard. Diane whispered, "Aah...Willy did you cum ?" Wanda laughed then kissed me and said, "Wana go in and join the others ?" ***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN ***** The three of us found Carol and Gary in the hot tub. Al and Monica were nowhere to be seen. When Gary saw us coming through the kitchen, he waved. Carol bounded out of the hot tub, bare ass naked. I assumed that Gary was naked also. Shit ! His wife and son's girl friend were. So was I. Carol rushed up to me and threw her arms around my neck. Wanda and Diane jumped into the hot tub. "Have fun, Willy ?" Carol whispered. "We could hear you all the way in here. Gary got a gigantic hardon listening to the three of you." "Did you have fun ?" I asked. "I've been waiting for my favorite guy." I had a hard time believing that but wasn't about to say anything as I'd just spent about an hour with the host's wife and his son's girl friend, watching porno flicks and sucking and eating everything in sight. I looked over at Gary, Wanda and Diane. Gary was up on the side of the hot tub and the ladies were taking turns sucking his cock. "Think you can get it up again, honey ?" Carol asked. She had a hand running through my pubic hair. I put my arms around her and kissed her. After a short kiss, she whispered. "God ! You taste like pussy, Mr. Tamarack. Aah...Willy, I want you both...I want you to fuck my ass while I'm riding Gary...Ok ?" My cock started to get hard as she wrapped a hand around it. "Oh ! I think you like the idea." I hadn't said a word yet, watching the two, I was with earlier, suck on Gary Cahill's cock. It looked even bigger than in the videos I'd watched. Carol turned to the hot tub and yelled out, "Come on people, let's party !" I laughed. Gary was up off the side of the hot tub, taking his wife and Diane with him and the five of us played grab ass as we walked down the hall toward the back of the house. When I entered, what I figured was Gary and Wanda's bedroom, I found several futons all over the floor. I saw Monica on one of them. She was on her knees, between Al's legs, sucking on his cock. Her cunt was visible between the cheeks of her ass and I could see some of his spunk running out of it. As if Carol had this planned, the five of us pulled a couple of futons together and then got down on them. Diane went down on Gary and Wanda wasted no time getting between Carol's legs. I appeared to be the odd man out until Carol motioned me over to her. She started sucking my cock. I was in a watcher's paradise. I wasn't sure I was going to be any good until Al pulled Monica out of his crotch and she moved her over to Gary's cock. Diane gave way and scooted over by me. She was on her knees next to me and whispered in my ear, "I love oral sex." I kissed her until she slithered down my body and got under my spread legs. Al was slowly fucking Monica as she sucked on Gary's dick. I started to get hard as Diane started licking my balls while Carol kept my cock in her mouth. Wanda was licking Carol like there was no tomorrow and I was there. As if it was choreographed, Carol disengaged from Wanda's mouth and moved over to Gary. She pulled Monica's face out of Gary's crotch and straddled him. I watched as she guided his mammoth cock into her pussy. Gary thrust a couple of times but I felt that was just to get situated in Carol's cunt. He reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass. "Come on, Malibu. What's keeping you ?" He laughed that loud, obnoxious laugh of his as I knee crawled, my boner bouncing in front of me, over to Carol's ass. I took a hold of my cock. I was afraid it wasn't hard enough to get into her. Wanda crawled over and sucked my cock into her mouth and Diane was rubbing herself up against me. When she slid her hand between the cheeks of my ass and massaged my asshole with one of her fingers, I felt my dick hardened as blood rushed to my penis. Carol looked back and almost yelled, "Come on, Willy...Fuck my ass, lover." I crawled forward a bit and pulled Wanda's mouth off my cock. I could just make out Carol's asshole in the jungle of hair between her legs. I forced the head of my cock against it. My cock slid up the crease of her ass. I tried again and the head of my dick popped into her asshole. Jesus, she was tighter than hell. Just like some of those young things I'm always going crazy over. I pushed forward and buried myself into her as far as I could. "Feels like you're in, Malibu." I nodded my head, almost afraid that I'd slip out when Gary started thrusting. "You ready, Carol ?" Gary asked and when she nodded her head; he started thrusting his gigantic cock in and out of her. I could feel it moving through the membrane that separated her anus from her cunt. His thighs were rubbing up against my thighs as he fucked the shit out of her. Carol threw her head back and screamed, "Ooooooh...Fuuuuck me ! Come oon...You studs ! Aaaaaagh...Yea...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck !" Pretty soon the three of us were chanting "fuck" at the same time. I started thrusting, no longer afraid that I was going to be squeezed out of her asshole. I was packing her fudge like there was no tomorrow. Gary came first and I could, no shit, feel his monster cock spazam in her cunt as he pumped her full of spunk. Carol was next and was bellowing like an animal, bucking back and forth between the cocks that were filling her cunt and asshole. I wasn't far behind and if I thought I lost control in the front room earlier; it was nothing like what occurred now. I was fucking to beat the band when my whole body started jerking around. I was just along for the ride. I could feel Carol's sphincter spazaming around my cock as I had it buried in her and then I was totally filled with a warm feeling as I lost consciousness and fell to the floor. When I came back to the here and now, I found the room was an orgy of bodies. Carol was rolled up into a little ball on a futon by herself. Diane was sucking Al while he stood in front of her and Monica and Wanda were straddling Gary's body - Wanda on his face and Monica riding his cock. They were sucking each other's tits. I crawled over to Carol and frenched with her ear before saying, "Want to shower ?" She giggled and we got up and headed to the shower. While soaping up, I felt between her legs - there was a flood of semen leaking out of her cunt. I slid three fingers into her and I'm sure I could have forced another one into her. I pumped them in and out a bit and then offered my hand to her mouth. She sucked all three cum soaked fingers into her mouth. We went back to the bedroom. Al was fucking Diane while Monica, Gary and Wanda just laid back, watching the show. Gary looked over at me and laughed, "Fucking young guys...Always trying to impress their elders." I started laughing. Wanda and Monica left. They came back with Gary's ginseng wine, another joint and Carol's strap on dildo. We shared the first two and then Wanda held up the dildo and said, "My turn fellows !" ***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN ***** Carol, Monica and I spent the night at "Wildman's" that evening and Monica missed another day of class. I promised Gary and Wanda that when Carol and I got settled, we'd have them over for a house warming. Wanda made Gary and me promise that we'd have plenty of studs over so that she didn't always have to wait her turn. Carol laughed and seconded the motion. The next morning Carol and I drove up into the mountains after dropping Monica off at UNLV. I was afraid that we wouldn't be able to find a place that suited my purposes and was already thinking we may have to move further North, maybe Reno or Tahoe. Carol was confident that we could find something here, plus she said, "We'd be fools to leave the Sodom and Gomorrah of America to live in Northern Nevada." She had a point but I had to find a cooler place in the Summer time than Las Vegas. We spent three days driving back and forth and had just about covered every place that was for sale up in Kyle and Lee Canyons. The real estate agent we were using was an older woman, pretty close to Mrs. Abernathy's age and Carol kept teasing me about wanting to get it on with her. It was lunch on our third day of looking and I was discouraged. We were eating in the lodge and the real estate lady was telling us that we had seen just about everything. She described a couple of other places that I knew right away, wouldn't meet the criteria I had set and we were about to part when she mentioned an old "A" frame that needed a lot of work. We followed her to the place and I was immediately interested. The road to the place traveled through a dense forest for about a quarter mile before opening up into a little draw. The road was in poor shape and needed to be graded. The woman, her name was Martha, told us that was one of the reasons the place was for sale. Sometimes the road was almost impassable during the winter - if there was a lot of snow. The "A" frame was built right into the side of the draw and I was really interested now. There was a small car port under the right side of the "A" frame and a steep set of stairs that lead up to a patio that was built onto part of the draw. The patio ran the width of the front of the structure and you entered the house from the patio. I was already mentally putting a hot tub on the patio that was supported by the draw. It was rather small inside - really, just two rooms - a large communal area encompassed most of the main floor with this real old wood stove just about in the middle of the empty space. Over in the back was a small bedroom with a real small bathroom and closet. Martha was going on about this and that and I wasn't paying much attention until she mentioned the fruit room that was under the rear part of the structure. She lead us over to a trap door in the floor and down we went on a rickety ladder. The fruit room had a bare electric bulb hanging from the ceiling and shelves lined the walls on both sides of the room. It was about ten feet long and I figured about six feet wide if you got rid of the shelves. Perfect !! I was sold and made Martha an offer immediately. She was right, it needed a lot of work but this was the place as far as I was concerned. To top it off, there was a loft built over the bedroom and I was already imagining about six people up there rolling around on several mattresses - fucking and sucking until the cows came home. Special Agent Wayne Montana received the call late the day before. The condo manager out in Henderson told him he'd seem Mr. Tamarack several times in the last couple of days and was sure he was living in the condo again. Wayne had arrived early this morning and just missed catching Willy as he and Carol left to look at more real estate. Wayne hung around most of the morning and was on his way out to grab a bite to eat when the condo manager, Anthony, flagged him down. They were shooting the shit about how fucking hot it was when Anthony got this excited look on his face and pointed to a white van turning into the complex. I was excited as I drove down the hill, explaining my plans to Carol. Carol expressed her doubts about the winter time and I told her that's what four wheel drive vehicles were for. We were turning into the complex when I spied Anthony pointing toward my van. There was a man, dressed in a suit and tie, with him. The man grabbed Anthony's arm, pushing it to his side and just stared at us as we drove by. I stared back and there was no doubt, in my military mind, that I had just met Mr. Wayne Montana, Special Agent of the Drug Enforcement Agency. I laughed as I drove the long way around to the condo, organizing my thoughts. Too bad they couldn't enforce people to do a little dope every now and then - the world would probably be a better place to live. Carol was chatting about this and that when I told her to be quiet and listen up. I talked non-stop until we pulled into the garage. Monica met us at the door to the garage. She was excited, as she had been baking chocolate chip cookies with marijuana since getting home from class. She could hardly wait for us to try them. I laughed my ass off for a few seconds and then told her we were going to have company in a few minutes and briefed her on what I wanted her to do. The door bell rang and I went to answer it. "Mr. Tamarack." It wasn't a question and I could tell that he recognized me. I looked him right in the eye and asked, "And who might you be ?" "Wayne Montana, Special Agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency. Can I come in ? I've got a few questions I'd like to ask you." "Could I see some identification, please. And could you tell me what this concerns ?" He looked flustered and reached for his wallet. "I'm trying to establish your where abouts during the month of February of this year." He stated as he opened his wallet and showed me his ID. I considered asking him to take it out of his wallet but figured that I had scored enough points for the opening round. Instead, I stepped aside and led him to the front room. He sat on the couch and I sat in my favorite chair. "Fire away, Wayne." He was in the process of establishing my presence in Atlanta back in February, talking about the apartment I was staying in and had just asked me why I never checked out; when in walks Carol. She was wearing short shorts and a see-through blouse. I watched as her breasts bounced around in the blouse, her dark nipples clearly visible through the material. Her butt cheeks peeked out below the short shorts. I glanced over at Wayne and found him staring too. She looked good enough to eat. I got up and introduced Wayne to my wife, Carol. Wayne was a little tongue tied but quickly got back to the subject at hand. I admitted that I had been in Atlanta and had not returned but went on to say that I had paid in advance for three months so I was wondering what this was leading to. Wayne told me he'd get to that, when in walks Monica in Carol's string bikini - on the way to the pool - Yea ! Right ! I introduced Monica as my daughter and I could see that Wayne was confused and didn't know what to say. I'm sure if Wayne had done his homework he would know that I lost my family several years ago. Monica's tits were billowing over the top of the bikini top and were really hard to keep your eyes off. Her ass was totally bare with just the string visible above her butt cheeks. Monica went on and on about how she had baked these dynamite chocolate chip cookies this morning and went to get some for us. I thought Wayne's eyes were going to pop out when she bent over and offered him some. While I'm sure Wayne felt he had the advantage when he entered the house and I agree, he did. The playing field was now becoming level and I hoped, would be tilting my way in a short while. Monica sat on the couch with Wayne as he ate his cookie. Carol was sitting at the bar. "Now where were we, Wayne ? I asked. "Aah...Yea...Mr. Tamarack..." I interrupted him with, "Call me, Willy, Wayne." "Yea...Mr...Aah...Willy...Did you travel to Jamaica during the month of February of this year ?" I answered in the affirmative and he continued to detail that there was a record of me leaving the country but no record of me returning. I explained that I went with my neighbors, the guy's name was Tom...I couldn't remember the girl's name. I looked over at Carol, "Honey, she was the most beautiful young lady I've ever seen, blond all over with blue eyes. You would have loved her, Carol." Carol laughed and Wayne looked confused. Monica offered him another cookie and scooted over next to him. Wayne wanted to know how I got back to the states. He went on to say that my finger prints were all over some suitcases that contained several hundred pounds of cocaine found in an airplane crash at a drug bust in the state of Alabama. I knew that was bullshit as the suitcases were out of the plane when I crash landed it a couple of miles from the bust. I told him the last time I'd been in Alabama was to attend Air Command and Staff College and I assured him that the air force frowned on the use of cocaine but I did remember helping Tom and "what's her name" carry some suitcases down stairs the day they checked out. As to how I got back to the states: I told him, I'd hired on as a deck hand on a very rich lady's yacht and sailed through the Panama Canal back to my parents home in Southern California to have my cancer treated. It was about a six month trip and since then I've been recuperating and making future plans with my new wife and her daughter. I could see it in his eyes. Wayne had lost his concentration and couldn't keep up with my story. There were too many half truths and contradictions. And I'm not even talking about the visual distractions. If Monica had put all the dope, I gave her this morning, into the cookies; in just a few minutes, Mr. Wayne Montana would be stoned as fuck and then the fun would begin. "I suspect that you piloted that airplane...." That was the last coherent thing Wayne said. When Wayne failed to continue his thought, Monica scooted over a bit closer to him and told him he was wearing a real nice suit. She was rubbing the fabric of his lapel. He couldn't take his eyes off of her breasts. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned, Carol was on the couch on the other side of Wayne. Monica's top was off and Wayne was sucking on her tits as Carol was struggling to pull his coat off. Carol had taken her blouse off and was topless also. I went to get the VCR camera and spent the rest of the afternoon filming Special Agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency, Wayne Montana, fucking and sucking with my "wife" and "daughter." Several times Wayne looked up from what he was engaged in and tried to focus his attention on the guy who was moving around the room filming his debauchery but he never could quite make up his mind to do anything about it. Ol' Wayne, Baby was one tired mother fucker - make that a mother and daughter fucker when he left my place at a little after five. I escorted him to his car and handed him a package; told him to open it before he headed back to the home office. I assured him that it would answer all his questions. In the package was a copy of the tape I'd made of him fucking Carol and Monica along with the letter that Erin got for me, about being an undercover agent for the L.A.P.D. I included a short note. Wayne, This ought to clear up the Tamarack investigation and close the case. If you have any further questions, I'd be more than happy to answer them. Drop by any time. My wife and daughter would love to see you again. Good hunting. William Buffalo Tamarack Major, U.S.A.F. Retired ***** EPILOGUE ***** It was mid-May - just a couple of weeks before Memorial Day Weekend. The weather was warm in the desert - up over a hundred every day in Las Vegas but it was quite pleasant up at the cabin, only in the mid-seventies. I had just finished the "weed" room as Carol called it and had about fifty small sprouts working their way to plants. I'd hired a couple of guys to help me renovate the inside of the cabin and Carol and I were planning our house warming. The cabin was just about finished and was really "tits" but I'll have to tell you about it another time. Just yesterday, I received one of those tube canisters in the mail. Since I'd been spending just about every day and night up at the cabin, Carol brought it up this afternoon. She'd convinced me to keep the condo and had been spending her time in town working on her real estate license for the state of Nevada and looking for a sponsor to get her into the business in Las Vegas. "Come on, Willy. Hurry and open it." I was struggling with one of the end caps which was wrapped with tape. I finally got it open and pulled the thick paper out. It unrolled on it's own. My heart started beating faster as I saw what it was - a two foot by three foot mural, in full color, of me streaking across this huge wave at Launada Bay. My hand was in the wave - the wave was coming over just behind me and I was looking up at the section that was forming in front of me. Shit ! It had to be twenty feet if it was a foot. Well, ok, maybe more like fifteen feet. It was just as I remembered it. There was a Surfer Magazine and a note included. I read the note. Willy, Ran into a woman named Connie. She brought the mural and magazine by and wondered if I could get them to you. Check out page 72. You made Surfer Magazine ! My best to you and Carol. Erin "Wow ! Willy, is that really you ? Now, I'm really pissed that you didn't have me come out and stay with you before your operation." Carol said. Then whispered, "That was nice of both of them." I went right to the phone and called L.A. I got Erin in a few minutes and couldn't thank her enough for sending the mural. We shot the shit about her sisters for a bit and then I stumbled through inviting her up to the cabin for our house warming in a couple of weeks. She was very hesitant and finally Carol took the phone out of my hand and told me, I may have had my prostate removed but I could still fuck up a wet dream. She told me to go get a joint. They were still talking when I got back from the kitchen. I laid on the bed and smoked. I was real stoned when Carol finally got off the phone. "That girl really has it for you bad, Willy. Did you and her ever talk about anything serious...like getting married ?" I shook my head back and forth. "Well, I don't know then..." Carol continued. "She feels very uncomfortable about coming up here with me here. Did you tell her we were going to get married ?" I shook my head again. "Of course you didn't. You haven't told me yet...And I'm just assuming that you'd tell me before it became common knowledge...Which might not exactly be the case with a stoner like you." She laughed and then crawled over on top of me. "Well, I finally convinced her to come. I'm going to call her next week and get her flight number and shit. I'll pick her up at the airport and drive her up here. She's going to arrive Thursday afternoon late...You ever party with her ?" I laughed and told Carol about my last day of freedom before the cancer operation. "You were probably sleeping when I told you the first time." "Yea ! Right, Willy." Erin and I were on the sitting on the patio. It was Friday afternoon of Memorial Day weekend. Carol was putzying in the kitchen. A vehicle was making it's way up the road that led to the cabin. I could see the dust being kicked up. I figured it was Al and Diane and their friends. Gary and Wanda were coming up tomorrow. The hot tub was percolating and looked great. I wandered to the railing and lit my first joint of the day. Shit ! We just got up a couple of hours ago. Last night was utterly fantastic. Damn near non-stop sex from the time Carol and Erin arrived. Well, it started a little slow but once it got going it hardly stopped until we were exhausted. That story, too, will have to wait for another time. Erin came up and stood by me as Al's vehicle pulled into the clearing that I'd had enlarged when I had the road graded. I waved as Carol came out on the porch to join us. Al waved back. Carol took the joint out of my hand, took a rip and handed it to Erin. "Where's Diane ? Oh ! Jesus, Willy ! She's darling." Carol squeaked out. And she was - probably about sixteen, tall with long light brown hair - not much in the tit department, I thought, but real long legs. A real good looking, tall black kid got out next and the three of them wandered toward the stairs that led to the deck we were standing on. Introductions were made while we passed the joint around. Al said that Diane couldn't make it. Her parents were camping out at Lake Mead. Al introduced Jefferson as his best friend. The young lady was named Sherry. I introduced Carol and Erin to Al, Sherry and Jefferson. Carol already knew Al. Boy ! Did she ! We headed inside and Carol blended some margaritas for us. Al was hot to check out the hot tub. So Carol and he trooped back out to the deck and stripped. Erin didn't look too comfortable but it didn't seem to phase Sherry. She wandered over to the only picture that I had hanging in the cabin. It was the huge mural that Erin sent me a couple of weeks ago. I'd had it framed and Sherry was just staring at it. Jefferson excused himself and said he was going to join the others in the hot tub. "Is this you, Willy." Sherry called back over her shoulder. Erin jumped off the couch and rushed over to her. "Yea ! It is. I was there and watched the whole thing. Willy caught three waves and..." I walked up behind Erin and put my arms around her. I just gazed over her shoulder at Sherry as Erin continued talking about that day, way back in December of last year. It seemed so long ago. I was much more content now, happy even, very happy - everything was going to work out. I was sure of that. I looked up at the mural - before framing it, I signed it in the bottom right corner - Carol had written just above my signature - "signed copy - #1 of 1." and then notarized it - below that was, "Surf's Up ! William Buffalo Tamarack."