Jumpy Janice's Wild Adventures

Chapter 48 'Psychotic Delusion'

2004-08-08T19:17:00.000-07:00

I feel strange, like someone's drugged me. I felt a blanket and pillow, but they're gone now. Cold wet sand all around me..... it's dark, foggy, and damp. I hear the sound of the ocean. I'm at the beach, large sand dunes, and there's Joe, and some other guys I've never seen. How did I get here? I'd been in Texas. I remember robbing a bank. This is crazy. What are they doing?

Some guy is blowing Joe. What the fuck. Joe’s not gay, what’s going on? Joe looked like he was asleep, but was waking now.

"You fucking fagot" Joe screams as he lashes out striking the guy in the head knocking him out.

I ask Joe what the fuck is going on? He tells me that the guy’s name is Greag, a guy from France, now living in Phoenix, that’s always had the hots for him.

A while later, Greag awakens only to find himself buried in wet sand up to his neck, near the surf.

"Joe - Joe" he cries, but he only hears laughter in the darkness. Joe's laughter.

"Joe I'll drown when the surf comes in. I'm sorry Joe."

We watch the panic wash over Greag's face, his face turned towards the incoming tide.

"I'll pay you Joe. I'll pay you anything you want man. Please" whimpers Greag. "Don't kill me."

I wonder to myself, will Joe take the money? Will Greag's life end here, after suffering a slow drowning death? We sat there for a while. Where the fuck was my blanket? I was cold. Greag whimpers in the sand crying and then begins to panic as he hears the crunch of footsteps in the wet sand.

"Joe is that you, is that you Joe" Greag cries into the dark.

Joe approaches with a grin on his face from ear to ear. It's the grin of a abused person about to render justice. Joe is so close now that even in the dark Greag can see him as he circles his head.

"I'll give you money. I've got a million in the bank. I'll give you 10 grand. Just don’t kill me. Please don't kill me" sobs a crying and out of control Greag.

Joe walks up to Greag, whips it out, and proceeds to pee all over Greag's head and then stops mid stream.

"Open up Greag."

"What?"

"Open your mouth if you want to live."

Greag opens his mouth wide and Joe continues, this time into Greag's mouth.
"Swallow it." Greag reluctantly complied.

Joe nods his head, circling around Greag once again. "You want to live faggot?"

"Oh God yes, please I'll do anything you say Joe."

"Here's the deal. I want 100 grand in cash, in my hands in the next week and I want your left pinky."
Greag flinches at the mention of the taking of his left pinky, but finally agrees. Joe smiles and nods as he heads to his vehicle to retrieve his large wire cutters.

On his way back Joe sees Greag's hunting knife lying next to his sleeping bag, retrieves the knife, starts a fire and puts the knife blade into the flames. Greag stares in horror at the advancing Joe, wire cutters in hand, and his own hunting knife blade heating in the campfire. Joe knelt in the wet sand, frees Greag's left arm, and snips off his left pinky, at which point Greag passes out, Joe then tossing the fallen finger into the surf.

Greag awakens to see Joe kneeling there with the smoking hot knife in his hand. He watches as if in a time warp, as the red hot blade is touched to the stub of his left pinky. Greag screams in agony, passing out once again. When he awakens he's lying on the sand, a note in his hand with instructions on how to deliver the 100 grand.

Heavy fog had rolled in. I couldn't see anything. Where was my blanket and pillow? It got real dark and real cold.

After what seemed like an eternity, I could see something, but it wasn't the beach. The wet sand, the fog, the sound of the ocean had all mysteriously disappeared. I was looking at this Greag guy again, but he was in a house somewhere lying on the floor sobbing as he held his bandage wrapped left hand to his chest. After a minute or two, he proped himself against the bed in the room, a grin slowly washing over his face. "I've got you, bitch. You're gonna belong to me" he said, his mouth not really moving though. "Ha, ha, ha Operation Get Joe is in effect” screams Greag to the barren dirty pink walls before he passes out in pain.

It seemed like hours, just watching him passed out there on the floor. What was I doing here? He'd never seen me this time. I'm not even sure he'd seen me at the beach, but now he had awoken and had showered, still wet with a towel around his waste, steam pouring from an adjoining bathroom. He was on the speakerphone with one of his two cohorts involved in the Operation Get Joe job. He called the guy on the phone Rickie, and I could see a paper he was holding. Rickie Randy was scribbled down, with some additional notes about Rickie, five foot six, a hundred and thirty pounds. I imagined a scrawny, bleached blonde queen with a penchant for drama and pain.

"He fell for the whole thing Rickie. We're going to turn Joe into a fag just like us and he won't even see it coming. When we're done he won't ever want to fuck a woman again. Gay is the way."

"When do we get started Greag. I wanna do him. Me and Hans." said the voice on the speakerphone.

"Where is Hans you idiot?"

"Oh he's on the bed stroking it. I'm gonna get it good now".

"Shut up you freak. You two get over here right now."Greag yelled.

"Uh I don't wanna, I want Hans first."

"Put Hans on." screamed Greag, now shaking with anger.

"Hi ya Greag."

"Hello Hansy my fucking little tulip. Remember the time I put your cock in a vise? Now get your ass over here right now and save the hard on for later, and bring that idiot Rickie with you."

"Yeah, sure Greag. We didn't mean anything man."

Greg bashes the button, hanging up on them, a look of disgust on his face.

"Fucking Hans, my six foot six, weight lifter, Aryan blonde brother, with those bulging biceps. He's my little tulip alright. That cocksucker idolizes me; his master leader"

Where the fuck was this pink room, I wondered? Who the fuck are all these people?

Rickie and Hans arrive, immediately kicking back on the sofa. "Ok, I'm gonna call Joe and tell him I have the money. I'll tell him I'm hurt so bad I can't drive all the way to Cali and tell him I'll meet him half way. Did you morons get everything set up?"

"Yeah, sure" replies Hans. "Just like you said Greag. We got the handcuffs and enough food and water for 2 weeks in the trailer."

"What about the trap you idiot, did you set the trap?"

"He couldn't do it" giggles Rickie. "Look at his hands and his ankle. He kept trying to set it and it kept snapping shut on him. Big strong man."

Hans backhands Rickie who fly's across the room slamming into the wall before sliding to the floor unconscious.

Greag shoves Hans, screaming "I'm in charge - I'm in charge." Greag's left hand now throbs in pain after pushing Hans and he's now horny as a goat. He glances at Hans who nods his head and smiles and they grab Rickie and throw him to the bed. "This is gonna be Joe soon" says Greag as he and Hans ravage Rickie.

"Thought we were gonna call Joe" questions Hans.

"After this Hansy, after this." yells Greag.

I could hear the beach again, the cold air, the wind, but again returned to the bedroom I'd been in. I wondered if I was dead living in hell.

Greag and Hans rolled from the bed after ravaging Rickie for what seemed to be hours. “Let’s get a shower Hans – you too you little bitch. Get your butt in here” Greag yelled.
Later I saw the threesome around the kitchen table drinking beer and whiskey, Greag once again going over the plan. “Ok so the trailer is out at Red Rock Canyon right” he asks?

Hans and Rickie both chime in “yep”.

“You’ve got the duct tape, rope, handcuffs, a blindfold, and some stakes to stake him out right?”

“Yeah man” replies Hans.”

“Did you get the eye bolts in the trailer so we can chain him up?” Greag questions.

“Yeah, sure man” replies Hans.

“Ok, what happened with the trap? Rickie said you fucked it up.”

“Man I don’t get it.”

“What’s to get Hans? You dig a fucking hole big enough to fuck Joe up, cover it so he gets fucked when he walks over it, and have the rope ready to snag his ass.

“Now shut your traps. I’m gonna get Joe on the speakerphone, and tell him we've got his money.”

I can hear the phone ringing, the three of them sitting there in anticipation.

Joe picks up. “You got my money you little faggot?”

“I got your 100k right here in a bag just like you said Joe.”

“What’s taken so long? I expect it here by tomorrow bitch. And I do mean bitch.”

“Look Joe, you really hurt me bad and my finger man. I’m really hurting. I can’t even drive with my hand like this.”

“You little fucking punk. If I have to come to Phoenix, I'll make you wish you’d never heard of me.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s what I mean if you could meet me like half way. I got a friend who’ll drive me half way. Like maybe Red Rock Canyon. This Wednesday. OK!”

“So you looking to have some backup with you huh?”

“No, no man – it’s just the queen at the bar Little Rickie. He’ll drive me and he does whatever I tell him. No problem man. I’ve got a trailer out there that I use when I go off roading and thought we could meet there.”

"Give me the directions bitch! No never mind. I know where that fag trailer of yours is. Went there by mistake once. Fucking pansy palace ya got there. I'll see you in two days bitch." Joe hangs up. Joe had to be wondering what this bitch Greag was up to?

Greag smiles. “He’s going for it. Hans you get the guys in MAN together and we’ll all meet at the Pink Elephant tonight and finalize things.”

I'd heard about this MAN club. Motorcycle Ass Men, I think it was called, just fags, and they didn't ride Harleys, just crotch rockets.

They seemed to look at me, but then the room disappeared. I was with my girls on our Harleys circling the house now. Greag and his boys had to realize these were no Japanese bikes with their high pitched whine, but American motorcycles meant to kick butt. I could see Greag and the boys pulling back the mini-blinds peeking out the window.

I was in my leathers and a tank top, my breasts fighting to get out and show the world their beauty. We were here to let Greag and his gang of crotch rocket riding sissy boys know that they were no competition for us.

“Come on out punk” I screamed over the roar of our Harleys.

It's all so clear now. About a week ago Greag’s gay Phoenix motorcycle gang MAN had harassed one of the Biker Bitch's members at a local gay bar. When she'd dared to talk back they waited till she used the restroom, followed her in, and beat her real good.

Being a black belt in five forms of Karate, Muy Thai, and Brazilian Ju-Jitsu, I'm the wrong woman to fuck with. I'm carrying a Colt Python .357 magnum. “It’s in case I get tired of kick’n ass” I told the gang, as we continued to circle the house, kicking up some major dust, I could see through the window. Greag and his boys were headed for a closet to hide in.

Eventually we take off, but they know we'll be back, and they'll have to watch their backs, little princesses.

The next day we spot Greag and his boys entering the Mannish Boy bar in Surprise Arizona. A homosexual bar frequented mostly by the Phoenix area’s toughest gay men, and rougher lesbians.

I walk in and see Greag and his boys in the corner with four tables pulled together with twelve members of the MAN gang. Greag's screaming at the top of his lungs, too busy to notice me.

“You fucking idiots. You’re all idiots. How are we going to do the Joe job if we have these bitches on us? That bitch Janice is Joe's woman. Course she's wanted big time for pulling some bank job in Texas."

At the bar are two tough looking thick muscled guys who don’t look like they belong. They’ve got the long caveman face that comes from taking too many steroids and the 22 inch biceps to go with it. Long hair and lack of a shave add to the look. The bartender is busy making some pink cocktail.

Greag glances at the two wondering if it’s new meat, and what’s going on, but then wonders if these are the bounty hunters he'd heard were looking for me? He kind of remembered them now. Nico and Paulie were there names. Yeah, that was them. Real tough guys. Ex cons turned bounty hunters he was telling the boys.

“Ok, first we need to take these Biker Bitches down so we can move on Joe and collect the money. We’re going to make a bundle off him.”

The two Neanderthal’s at the bar glance around and see me with seven of my crew. I'm bust’n out of my lacy pink tank top and pack’n heat.

Greag and his crew spot us about the same time, and we walk up to their tables.

"Listen bitch" yells Greag, taking a chance, "The two Neanderthal’s at the bar are a pair of Bounty Hunters, Nico and Paulie, here to collect the bounty on your ass. They’ll make 50 grand no matter if they bring you in dead or alive, and they’re packing big heat. I'd be making for the door if I were you."

I see this Nico and Paulie spin around, pull 45’s from under their vests, and start blazing. They've pumped lead into my beautiful chest now covered with blood. I never even pulled my piece. Never saw it coming. I'm gasping for breath, falling to the floor.

“This bitch is ours and we’re taking her body for bounty. Anybody here got a problem with that?” Nico asks.

No one responds, I hear Greag ordering another round of beers, and the pair pick my now limp body from the floor and carry me out the door. Everything went black.

Chapter 47 'Bankjob Gone Bad'

2004-07-07T21:47:00.000-07:00

It was dark now and the wind, that had picked up, was making whistling noises as it blew through the dingy windows. You could hear wooden boards or shutters banging against the building. I'd woken up still in my bikini, covered with only a pool towel after passing out next to Gabriel in a love seat in the main room. I guess it was the living room, but this place had a lot of rooms, so I wasn't sure what was what. All the rooms had half assembled bikes and engine parts scattered all over. Joe and Killer were passed out, Killer with a beer in his big hand. Gabriel was passed out too, her head on my shoulder.

I moved a bit, and ran my fingers through her hair, and she started moving, saying something that I couldn't make out, like she was half dreaming. Then she looked right at me, like she was pissed.

"What the fuck" she said. She looked like she was lost, or had woken from a bad dream.

"The guys are passed out." I told her. "We're at Killer's ranch and we fell asleep." sensing that she really 'was' lost. I told her how I thought I'd heard them talking about robbing a bank.

"That's right" Joe said. Shit I thought he was out. "Killer and I are gonna do a little job tomorrow."

He told us how they were gonna take out some little bank in Ft. Stockton, and how Killer had been thinking about how to do it for a while, but had been waiting for a partner that had the balls to pull it off with him. Killer knew a teller, named Roberta, a big girl, who'd just started working there, that would be in on it. Roberta wasn't her real name, and she'd been running from someone, and maybe the law too, but somehow she'd got the job. She really fancied Killer and would do just about anything for him. He said she was hurting for cash too. Needed to pay off some loan shark that had been threatening her. I didn't get it. We had plenty of green, so why hook up with them? Joe just loved this kind of shit though, and Killer was hurting for cash as his drug business was in trouble. He thought the locals were on to him, and that the cops were ready to take him down, so he wanted to make some quick cash and get out of town. He'd burn the ranch and get the insurance money. Killer would need Gabriel or I to drive the getaway car, and one of us to stage an incident in town to distract the cops. Something about tossing a grenade into a warehouse nearby that belonged to some guy he had it in for. Said the guy'd ratted him out to the cops.

Killer turned on his big screen and stuck a DVD in the player. Told us he wanted to watch 'How to Rob a Bank' with David Carridine. Told us it'd get him in the mood. Hmmm. What a trip this guy was. Get him in the 'mood'. Whatever. After that, we watched Bonnie and Clyde and ordered pizza. Good thing, as I was fucking hungry. Killer said Warren Beatty was one of his favorite actors. Great, but I hadn't forgotten how Bonnie and Clyde ended up dead. He tipped the pizza guy with some drugs which pizza boy didn't seem to disagree with.

After the movies we spent some time going over the plan. We'd take his nondescript Chevy truck. Killer said he used that truck for his drug runs because it looked like so many others in town. We'd leave Gabriel across town, let her walk to the warehouse and toss the grenade while the rest of us would do the bank job. We'd rendezvous two doors down from the bank in an alley they figured they could walk back into before anyone followed them. No one would know shit, because Roberta wouldn't actually step on the silent alarm or make any strange moves until they were well gone. She'd tell the cops that the robbers had told her that they had her kid, and would kill him if she didn't give them two minutes to get away. Oh, and Roberta used to be a makeup artist in Hollywood, and had given Killer a couple of disguises they could wear while they did the job. Yeah, Killer was a big guy, but then he said there were a lot of big guys in that town, so he'd blend in. In fact most of the men we'd seen there were pretty big and fat, not like Killer though. He was like a bad-assed wrestler, and had a real distinctive look. No fat on this fuck... just a lot of muscle. I guess I passed out again after drinking more beer with all that pizza.

We didn't sleep well that night, in fact I had another of those nightmares I always had. Damn those fucking nightmares were pissing me off. They'd always make me think more about how Katlin wanted to kill our parents. I wanted to kill Miami MacNasty too. I had a bad dream about Killer too. I couldn't remember most of it, but it wasn't good.

The wind had stopped, and the sun shone through the dirty window in our room. Killer was still in his undershorts when he walked into our room, and handed Gabriel a real grenade.

"How's that Hotstuff?" he said to her. Hotstuff aye? OK Killer. I was afraid he'd jack off again seeing us there in our panties and t-shirts. Anyway, Gabriel seemed pretty excited, and asked him to show her how to use it. What a pig he was rubbing all over her while he gave her her lesson, but then for some reason she didn't seem to mind, as she loved guns and munitions, and something told me she'd sleep with this prick if he played his cards right. I wasn't crazy about Killer. He just wasn't as cool as he pretended to be. He'd given me some strange looks too. Something wasn't right about the guy. In fact there was a lot wrong.

The guys cooked us up some eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Killer said we'd need it if we ended up hiding out someplace after the bank job, and then let out a big laugh. Joe wasn't laughing, nor were Gabriel or I. In fact we were all pretty uptight about the whole gig. Something just didn't seem right, and Killer sensed our discontent.

"How we dividing this shit up?" Joe asked him.

Killer told us he'd take two shares, since he was the mastermind, and the rest of us, including Roberta, would divvy up the rest equally. I didn't know. I'd done a lot of shit, but I'd never knocked over a bank. I was into fucking people over that needed fucking over, not taking down banks, but I kept my mouth shut for some stupid reason. To be honest, I could see him killing the rest of us so he could keep all the loot for himself. Why should a guy like him give anything away?

"Let's hit the fucking road!" Killer yelled, grabbing a big duffel bag with some guns inside, and we all headed outside to pile into his big Chevy truck. Yeah, it needed a wash job, but maybe it was better this way with the slightly dirty windows. He tossed the duffel into the back, and planted his muscular ass in the driver's seat. Gabriel had the grenade in her hand. It was getting real hot out.

A few minutes later we were in town and Killer took us by the warehouse he wanted blasted. Told us that the fuck that operated the place had screwed him a couple of times, and he didn't give a shit if he ended up dead.

"Fuck that shit!" Gabriel yelled. "I'm not killing some fuck for you."

Killer gave her a long hard look, but Gabriel didn't cave.

"OK, fine, then toss it into that window, and the screwball won't get hit.", as he pointed out a window off to the side. Gabriel just gave him a disgusted look. Who knew which window the guy was in? Maybe Killer was lying. Who'd trust a guy like this?

Killer drove down the street a bit and told Gabriel to get out. He told her we'd call her when we were ready for her to toss the thing through the window. You could tell he was pissed as he nailed the truck and drove away screeching the tires. Smart guy I thought. I knew there was a reason I didn't feel good about this.

We drove across town right past the PD, a couple of black and whites in front, and headed for the bank. The town seemed empty, just a few old timers walking around aimlessly and some older farm trucks driving through. There was a construction crew working on a leaky water main that was flooding the street. It was getting hot, real hot, and there wasn't much breeze. Just a big hot sun high in the sky. The water in the street was turning to steam it was so hot.

There it was, probably one of the oldest buildings in town, but Killer said he knew they'd have close to a million in cash today, as it was payday, and Roberta had told him when the Brinks truck delivered. He continued down the street, and parked in the alley.

"Put your shit on Joe." he said with a real serious look, and they put hair pieces and disguises on while he called Gabriel's cell and told her to make it happen. I was to drive around for a few minutes and come back to the the alley and pick them up when the call came. Then we'd pick up Gabriel and get the hell out of town.

Killer got out, told me to take the driver's seat, and off they went with the duffel bag. I drove off slowly, watching them head off in the other direction through the rear view mirror. As I was pulling out of the alley could see two cop cars with lights and sirens driving the other way... toward the warehouse. I guessed that Gabriel had done her thing. I just hoped she was alright. I even thought about driving over there and grabbing her first, or even grabbing her and just driving out of town, as I sure didn't want to end up in jail like my sister and Sheena were. If it weren't for Joe, that I loved, I might have.

A few minutes later my cell rang.
"Get your ass over here woman!" the voice yelled, and hung up, so I headed back to the alley.

I was coming from the back, and as I turned in I saw Joe running toward me, and Killer way behind him. Joe had the duffel, and Killer looked like he'd been hit, covered with blood, and then he fell to the ground like some big wrestler that had been hit over the head with a chair or something. I just about drove into Joe as he was running so fast. He hit the front of the truck, gave me a pretty intense look, came around with the duffel, tossed it through the window, jumped into the backseat, and lay down. One of his jean legs was soaked with blood.

"Back up babe.. slow like. Like nothing's happened!" he yelled as he got as low as he could on the back floor. He told me that Killer got hit, and he figured he was done for. There was just too much blood coming from his neck he said, and he wasn't sure about the security guard either. Killer had shot him after he'd drawn his gun. I asked him what the fuck had happened. This was supposed to be a silent robbery where nobody got hurt, but he said the guard had recognized Killer so he decided to take him out. Fuck. This guy really 'did' like taking people out. Problem was, Joe wasn't sure if Killer really had taken him out, as the guard had dove behind a desk, and had kept firing. Joe had a vest on which probably saved his life he said, but that wasn't Killer's style. I wasn't exactly sure what his style was, but it was messed up regardless.

I called Gabriel and told her we were headed her way. She'd walked a few blocks from the warehouse, now on fire, and said the two cop cars had hightailed it from the warehouse to the bank. Yeah, there they were headed straight towards us going real fast, so I pulled to the right, like any good driver would, and let them whiz past us.

A minute later we drove by the warehouse, fully engulfed in flames, grabbed Gabriel and headed back to the ranch. We figured we better leave his truck there, get our shit, and get out of town on the bikes. As soon as the cops figured out who Killer was, they'd be headed to his ranch. Then we heard a news bulletin on the local AM radio station. A local bank had been robbed, a guard shot, in serious condition, one of the suspects was dead, and they were setting up road-blocks on all the roads out of town. Shit!. OK, so we'd just hang there, let the cops come, and pretend like we'd. No... not us, but someone had just given Killer a ride to town for something, and left him there. Nope, that'll never work. They knew there were two bank robbers. Roberta would probably cave under pressure now that Killer was dead. We needed to get our prints off the truck too. Shit! Now what? I'll admit I was panicking. Joe's leg didn't look good either. We needed to think this one out real carefully. The cops would be at the ranch in no time, and all that cash was in the duffel.

Chapter 46 ‘Texas'

2004-06-06T11:51:00.000-07:00

Wind blew through my hair, a bug stuck in my teeth, and that sound, the sound of our new Harley V-Rods with custom exhaust cruising at eighty, and they were legal this time. We were heading south on 285 towards Carlsbad. From there we’d head to Texas. I looked over at Gabriel, her hair blowing, and her leather jacket billowing in the wind, and smiled. She smiled back. This was what life was all about.

I felt like we were rich. More than a hundred G’s in cash, and Grandpa had given us extra to pay for the new V-Rods. Said he felt real bad about the originals being crushed in the violence, but then we hadn’t told him that they were hotter than shit. It had all gone down perfectly.

Lucinda had called us, just as we were packing up. She was on her way down from Alaska with Lucy. She told us that she’d wondered about us everyday, living her boring life up there, after Lucy had told her about all of our exciting times together. Yeah, exciting until that fateful day when Rex had tossed her and The Kid off the freighter.

She and Lucy had been dancing in a topless club up there, but wanted to build custom choppers and ride with us. We’d all meet in Ft. Stockton where Joe knew some people that lived out on an old ranch. I needed to pee, and we were all hungry, so we pulled into Billy’s Big Belly Café, parked the bikes, and went inside.

It was almost empty, except for a couple cops who sat in a booth near the door. I freaked, kind of instinctual with me, but then realized that for once I really had nothing to worry about. Or did I? We hadn’t even seen a cop car in the lot. Made me wonder. We grabbed a window booth, farthest from the door.

The sun was beaming through the large glass window, landing on our table. I sat there gazing, looking outside at our bikes. I guess I was just staring, kind of meditating or zoning out. They were so beautiful. I was so happy. Things were good. I thought about Joe doing me on my bike. I thought about that a lot. God I loved sex. I smelled bacon and I was salivating. The waitress had brought our breakfasts but I was daydreaming, nibbling at my Danish. Joe handed us the morning paper that he’d been reading.

Son of a bitch.” he said quietly. He smiled at us, and pointed to the story.

Known Kidnappers All Found Dead’ it said. I read on. The cops had found them all ‘massacred’ it said, shot with a high-powered rifle. Of course there was no mention of little Blatina nor of us. Who would ever know? Who needed to know? I guess we’d call ourselves unknown heroes, and that was fine with me. There wasn’t any mention at all that the cops were looking for the killers. We figured that everyone was just happy scum like them were dead. Who really cared who killed them?

I’d wanted to take little Blatina with us. I kind of loved her after hanging out with her and Grandpa in the days after. She was just so cool. I wouldn’t mind a kid like her. She said she’d never forget me, and cried when we said our final goodbyes. I knew I’d never forget her either.

One of the cops was looking at us. I wondered if we had warrants for what we’d done in Alaska so long ago. Well, it seemed like a long time ago. Karen and Jason never ‘did’ know our last names or anything, although Rex had. Sometimes I wondered if he were even alive. Maybe he’d died a long painful death like Jason had. Yeah, those were some crazy days. I missed Jake and his brother Wicked Wally. I even missed Snide the Snake. I wished we could all hang out together, just riding Harleys all over America.

One of the cops walked right by us, giving us a weird look, and then walked into the restroom.

Let’s get the fuck out of here.” I said, but Joe told us to stay put till they’d left.

They finally did. They were in an unmarked black Crown Vic, with only an antenna on the back as a giveaway. They headed south. A few minutes later, we hit the road again continuing south on 285.

It was hot, we’d been riding for hours, and the bikes seemed like they needed a rest. Yeah, right, but that’s what I was thinking. Maybe I just needed a rest. My cell had been vibrating for a while anyway. Someone had been calling me. Joe needed to call his partners, as he was calling them, to get directions anyway so we all pulled over and parked in some shade under a tree..

I looked at my phone and saw a number that I thought I recognized, and then I listened to the message. It was Jake. He said they’d all been thinking real hard. They decided life was too short. They wanted see America on their Harleys. Told me to call them when I got a chance. Damn. When I got a chance? Hell, I’d call them right now.

"Beaver Pond” I heard Wicked say. I almost started balling I missed him so much. Maybe a tear actually did come to my eyes. We talked for a long time catching up. Wally said that they’d all decided to head south and ride with us for a while if we’d have them. Have them? The Timber Wolves? Shit yeah, we’d have them. I loved those guys! Wally said that Snide the Snake would fly, him, Jake, and Tank Ass down in Snide’s plane, and have the bikes shipped down separately. How cool would this be? Gabriel, Joe and I talked for a while, and then fell asleep there under the tree.

An hour or so later we’d reached the guys' ranch a few miles from town, about a mile from Ft Stockton-Pecos County airport, where Wicked said they’d fly into. What a dump the ranch was, but it was huge. A four-car garage with no doors to hide an array of cars and bikes, the place seemed big enough to hold a whole slew of people. There was a rusty old swamp cooler on the roof making a racket, and the place looked like it hadn’t been painted in decades, most of the wood weathering like something you’d have seen during the depression or the dust bowl years. A couple of nasty looking guys, puffing on their smokes, came out, got into a truck and drove past us checking us our real good. The door opened again, and another guy, a big guy, came outside, looking like some big time wrestler, with a funky smile on his face. Joe walked up and gave him a quick hug and introduced us. Said his name was Killer. The name fit, but I still asked him about it. I like to know that kind of shit. His commanders had taken him off the front lines after he'd killed too many of his own men, but the name just stuck. Said he got a dishonorable discharge for shit he'd pulled.

He took us inside, opened the ice box, as he called it, and handed us all ice cold beers after he'd opened them with his teeth. He seemed proud that they were so cold and that his teeth were so strong. Yeah, it tasted real good. He told us to help ourselves to a whole platter of drugs sitting there on the bar. Well, the beer was good for now I told him. I stood there in the middle of the room right under the swamp cooler. The cool air felt good pouring down on me as I drank my beer. This was nice after a long hot ride. Killer motioned for us to follow him out back where there was a swimming pool that needed some serious paint, but it sure looked good. Gabriel and I went back inside, changed into our bikinis, came back out and jumped in. Oh yeah, this was nice. Killer stood there checking us out. He looked like he could use some lovin, but then we weren't giving him any.

I told Killer about the Timber Wolves, and how they were coming down. "Good name." he said, and said if they were friends of ours they were welcome to stay as long as they wanted. He was always looking for new blood. Said he needed a new crew.

We stayed in the pool the rest of the day, drinking beer and getting Killer all turned on. He fired up the barbecue and slapped some Texas sized steaks on it. Yeah, we were hungry, and I was getting horny too. Messing around with Gabriel in the pool just made me that way. The hot prairie wind was picking up now, and the smoke from the grill was smelling real good. Gabriel had gone in to pee and had caught Killer in the bathroom, looking out the window at me in my bikini, all the while playing with himself. She said he hadn’t even closed the bathroom door first, and hadn’t noticed her behind him checking him out. What a guy. Well, I was glad we got him off. There was nothing better in my book than getting guys hot.

I thought I heard the guys talking about robbing some bank. Maybe I was hearing things.

Chapter 45 ‘Ransom Money’

2004-05-05T10:43:00.000-07:00

Dickhead was back, his truck freshly painted a beautiful midnight blue, and his pockets filled with weed that he’d copped using the rest of the money I’d given him. He walked in, looking like a new man, and just looked at me.

“That kidnapped girl is probably dead by now,” he said. “That witch has worried herself sick about it.” he went on, “Said she wants to die.”

He was talking about the woman that had lost her kids a year ago, busted for being an unfit mother. [Chapter 40] The rich grandparents had taken them in and given them a wonderful life, but now the little girl had been kidnapped from Grandpa at gunpoint. Word had it that they’d been warned not to contact the police, or she’d be killed, tossed from a plane, they said, right onto Grandpa’s property so that Grandpa could find her mangled body. How sick. People like these, should be shot and pissed on. They wanted ten million bucks, which is more than Grandpa had, so they were at a stalemate.

I wondered if we, with our cunning, and nastiest of tactics, could somehow get the girl back. Maybe Grandpa would give us a nice reward. Yeah, I was dreaming, but it was worth thinking about.

Before Dickhead had come walking in we’d all been sitting around talking about our bikes. Joe wanted to do some mods to his bike. Said he wanted new louder pipes and a custom seat. Gabriel and I wanted louder pipes too. We’d figured that we’d ride downtown, and check out the local Harley shop, but now, somehow, the little girls kidnapping seemed more important.

“What’s the witches name?” I asked Dickhead.

“Blair,” he said, “Everyone calls her Blair Witch.” and he fell over laughing.

Well, I didn’t think it was exactly funny, so we decided to go visit this Blair Witch, and find out what was happening.

What an absolute mess her mobile home was. Shit everywhere, the kitchen sink stacked high with dirty dishes, and Blair was obviously high on something. It was no wonder she’d lost the kids. Better that the grandparents had them, but then maybe not, as little Blatina, the little girl, had been kidnapped. After we’d introduced ourselves, I opened some windows to get some fresh air into the monstrosity. We had to move piles of clothing, just to make room to sit, so we could talk. She told us all about her sorry excuse for a life, about the two fathers of her children that had deserted her years ago, and about her drug problems. Then she called Grandpa and asked him to come down. Listening to her phone call, it sure didn’t sound like he wanted to, as he supposedly hated Blair, but under the circumstances, he’d do it. Blatina looked like a little angel, only 5 years old. Her picture sat there on top of Blair Witch’s TV amongst a bunch of others. I wondered how anyone could let drugs fuck their lives up enough to cause them to lose their kids, but then Blair looked like one big fuckup.

An hour later Grandpa walked in. Before we could even introduce ourselves he was going off on Blair complaining about her pigsty home. Can’t say I blamed the guy, you really couldn’t walk anywhere without crushing something.

Well, to make a long story short, Grandpa agreed to give us a hundred grand if we could get Blatina back from the kidnappers without giving them the ransom money. A measly hundred grand compared to what we were saving him? Made me wonder, but then I’d never had that kind of cash before, and what the hell, what did we have to lose, except little Blatina. I might have done it for free thinking about it that way. Now we had to figure out how we’d pull this thing off. The man he’d talked to on the phone went by Mr. K. Must be short for Mr. Kidnapper, I thought. Anyway, we’d take a briefcase filled with play money to a rendezvous point, and then ambush these guys, and take back Blatina. Yeah, simple, then again, probably not. We didn’t have much to lose. They swore they’d kill her if they even thought the cops were involved, and they were still demanding the ten million.

A couple days later we’d worked out the exchange. We’d meet late Friday night, in an industrial neighborhood near downtown Roswell. We’d surveyed the location and figured that Joe would just take them all out with a Silenced Tango 51 sniper rifle he’d picked up from a friend. Joe said it was the most accurate rifle of its type, and used by the L.A. County Sheriffs Special Enforcement guys. So, yeah, we’d just take them all out. The world didn’t need assholes like them anyway. Grandpa liked the idea.

“Let me tell you younglings,” he said, sounding like the geezer he was, “The cops, at best, will catch these guys and put em on some lengthily trial. They might even get off on some technicality. I want em all dead. Dead dead dead!” he yelled.

Well, I couldn’t really disagree with Grandpa, I wanted them dead too.

Friday night was upon us now. We loaded up our bags that contained the briefcase and the Tango 51, and headed over to the rendezvous point. Joe left first so he could perch himself atop a building roof that he’s scoped out beforehand. Said he’d call us when he was in place, and fill us in on anything that might fuck things up.

Yeah, even with all the shit I’ve been through, I’ll admit that I was a wreck. It wasn’t even so much about me, but that I didn’t want anything happening to little Blatina. I kept seeing her face in my mind, the face in the picture, and imagining what she was like. I felt like I was Sheena now, back when she was saving my ass. Now it was my turn to save a little girl.

Gabriel and I had ridden down to the area, had parked in an alley near by, and were just sitting there waiting. I kept looking down at my bike. I loved it. I wanted to take it on a long long trip across the country. Then I thought about Blatina.What if she were my kid? Finally my cell rang. It was Joe.

“We’re cool here, “ he said, “There’s an old black limo parked below me. I think it’s them.” he continued. Then we hung up.

“This is it girlfriend,” I said, looking at Gabriel, “Let’s go get this little girl.” and I started my bike.

I was trying to act real tough, but this time it was getting to me big time, tears coming down my face. I wiped them, revved my engine, and dropped it in gear.

In a minute we were there, the briefcase strapped on the back of my bike. We rode in fast, and stopped a hundred feet in front of the limo, assuming it was them, and then killed our engines. The limo flashed its lights, and we got off the bikes and stood there. I just hoped Joe was still good up top, but I sure wasn’t looking up to see. It seemed like forever, but finally one of the limo’s doors opened, then another. They had masks on, dressed only in black, and pulled their guns out, pointing them at us. They looked like some kind of automatic weapons, but in the darkness I couldn’t really be sure. One of them motioned for me to come forward. I hesitated.

“Let me see the girl.” I yelled.

Seconds later, one of them pulled her out.

“Let us see the money.” one of them yelled back.

I un-strapped the case and showed it to them, but he wanted it opened. I motioned that I would. We’d made some dummy stacks, putting real bills on top, so at least at a distance it could work. I opened it a little, and showed him, the limo’s headlights back on now. They were talking, but seemed ok with it. Then, out of the blue, a body fell from the sky, and landed on the limo’s roof. Oh god, not Joe I thought. I couldn’t see well, as the limo’s headlights were blinding us. What the fuck was this? They all got out now, looked up at the rooftops, and started shooting. I wasn’t even sure they could see anyone; they just seemed to be shooting into the air. Yeah, they had automatics all right. Bullets flew everywhere, but they were dropping one by one. Guess it wasn’t Joe that had fallen from the roof. Someone must have tried to take him out, up there, and lost. Just too bad he had to come flying down onto the limo, but then again, maybe it ‘was’ a good thing.

I loved it; Joe was taking them all out with that beautiful Tango 51, with such precision it seemed. The last guy, the only one still standing, jumped back into the limo and floored it. He was coming right at us, so we pulled out our pistols, and started firing, but he kept coming, so we ran to the sidewalk while continuing to fire at him. I don’t know which of us took him out, but after he’d run over both our V-Rods, he crashed into a brick building. Oh god, our poor bikes. I was sick. Both the bikes were mangled and on fire, and the limo burning now too.

I heard Blatina crying. She’d run over to another sidewalk, on the other side of the street down a ways. I ran for her, not even sure that they were all dead, but I just did it. We heard sirens. I kept running, Gabriel right behind me, and got to Blatina.

“Come on baby.” I said to her, scooped her up, and ran with her.
We ran down the street a ways and into an alley. The cops had arrived, pouring in from both directions. We just kept going, running through the alleys, trying to avoid all the cops that continued to come from everywhere. I just hoped that Joe was ok, but something told me he was. We kept running, not even sure where I was going.

Chapter 44 ‘The Wild Cats’

2004-04-04T18:24:00.000-07:00

My face was buried in my pillow. I was crying, begging for someone to help me, something I did almost every day. Dad was banging on the bedroom door telling me to unlock it, threatening to bust it down. I could hear Katlin screaming outside. Miami MacNasty and dad were fucking with her again. I wanted to kill the both of them. Mom called them perverts, but what were perverts? She’d never really told me, but I knew they were bad. Sometimes she’d laugh and laugh, unable to stop herself, and other times she’d cry like a woman suffering the most excruciating torment. I guess it depended on which drugs she’d taken that day, but she was seldom a normal mom like my friend’s moms. Today she was laughing hysterically. The stereo was blasting and she was singing away, like she was performing on stage in some dimly lit nightclub. She’d sing for a while, and then go into her fits of laughter again, often falling on the floor, out of control. Yeah, she was messed up again and getting ready to leave. She was going out to make her ‘easy money’ as she called it, giving head, and bending over for guys. That’s the way dad described it anyway. Mom wouldn’t talk about it, only suggesting that I’d turn out the same way she did if I wasn’t careful.

“My little Jumpy,” she’d always say, “You could make so much money.”

What did this all mean? Why was a born to these parents? I heard mom leaving.

“Make lots a money for poppa my beotch” he yelled as she slammed the door behind her.

Katlin was screaming again. Miami was laughing like crazy, and one of them was slapping her. I wanted to help her, but they wanted to mess around with me too, so I kept the door locked like Katlin always told me to. What should I do, I wondered? I wanted to tell someone, but dad always told me that he’d kill both of us if we told anyone. Said he’d kill mom too, although that wouldn’t be such a big loss either. I hated him so much. There was even a gun in the drawer, but unfortunately he kept the bullets in his pockets.

Again, more banging on the door, “Open this door or I’ll kill ya!” he screamed, but I wasn’t opening it. I was still sobbing, my head still buried in my pillow.

I woke up, shaking and covered with sweat, curled up in our worn out recliner. I was pissed as hell, grabbed the beer can beside me, and threw it across the room sending the last bit of beer in it everywhere. It seemed my fucking nightmares would never end. My childhood, with my big sister Katlin, played over and over again in my head while I slept. It was pure hell. I’d been to anger release classes more times than I could count, but I still wanted my parents dead for what they’d done to us.

I’d escaped shortly before they’d planned on selling me, the way they had Katlin. They’d sold her to slavers who traded in young white girls. Katlin just disappeared one day. I never knew why at the time. I’d cried for days and days. Mom and dad never really told me how bad it was till I was older, but weeks afterward, admitted that they’d sold her for a suitcase full of money. It was money they’d end up putting up their noses and gambling away. Miami MacNasty, dad’s supposed best buddy, had ripped them for a lot of it, but dad was so messed up he never really knew. Don’t even think that mom would figure it though. Those were her worst days on coke. So, yeah, I grew up fearing that they’d sell me too. I’d heard mom talk about it, but dad wanted me around to play with. ‘His favorite play toy’, he’d call me. After they’d sold Katlin, dad and Macnasty only had me to get off on, and get off on me they did. I remember wishing that I were dead.

That’s when I’d met Sheena. I was barely twelve years old. She and her gang were sitting on their Harleys, in front of a pool hall, where dad had left me outside in the car crying after they’d fucked with me once again. Sheena noticed me, and came over to find out what was wrong. She was so upset, tears coming from her eyes as well, after I’d told her about my situation and how abused I was.

Ironically, she too, was involved in the trade of women, although it was Chinese women, not little girls like me, and worked with a guy, ‘Joey The Rope’, named after his large appendage. She’d always said that she hated it though. It just didn’t seem right to her. She’d rather have been building motorcycles or something creative. Made her plenty of money though, enough money to take care of me when she asked me, that day, if I wanted to run away and live with her. Sheena loved me and took care of me like I was her daughter. She was the mom that I’d never really had.

Sheena ruled by muscle. She lifted weights constantly, was hotter than shit, loved women, and was the wildest woman I’d ever met. Sheena was the muscle behind the operation that brought these Chinese women into massage parlors in America. But Sheena was only the muscle. ‘Joey The Rope’ was the brains behind the operation and was ruthless. He, unlike Sheena, ruled by brainpower, guile, and cunning, and controlled Sheena and her motorcycle gang, called the Wild Kats.

Now that we had our Harleys, I wanted to find Sheena in the worst way. Sheena had taught me how to fight like a Wild Kat, escaping my parents, and made me vow that I’d never again let anyone rule me. Sheena was then, and continues to be, my heroine.

There was a knock at the door. It was our neighbor that had lent us the Chevy four by.

“I gave you the fucker full of gas.” he bitched.

I just looked at him, still angry about my continuing dream, and then reached into my pocket.

“Here dickhead, go get it filled up.” I said, handing him a hundred bucks. “Keep the change.” I added.

Well, you’d have thought the guy had died and gone to heaven, just looking at his happy little dickhead face. Can’t even tell you what a dickhead face looks like, but he had one. Of course I knew he’d spend at least half of it on dope and beer. Joe was going to get the truck painted for him too, midnight blue they’d decided, as gratitude for lending it to us. Well, it was partly that, but mostly because Joe didn’t want to chance anyone finding it again, not that anyone from Albuquerque would make it here to Roswell, but who really knew how these gangs operated. If they found out that some of their boys had died, and we knew the guys in the exploding truck had, they’d go to the end of the earth to find us.

Of course we never told Dickhead what we’d be thorough, or that the rear window had been shot out and replaced. The rear end was so messed up when he gave it to us that he’d never even noticed the damage it sustained after Gabriel had backed it into the gangster’s truck.

I asked Dickhead where Joe and Gabriel had gone. He said they’d gone out to buy Joe’s Harley Softail Night Train. Figured he’d let Gabriel and I keep the V-Rods and get the Night Train for himself. Called it a real Harley.

“Oh yeah,” Dickhead said, “They’re working on the pool. Gonna get it all fixed and filled up again. Joe gave Roswell Rosie the cash to do it all.”

Well, wasn’t that nice of my Joe Rock, but then I guess it ‘was’ his money. After all he’d stolen it from the chop shop. Yeah, people around here were really gonna like us. I decided to call Lucinda up in Anchorage. She didn’t answer, so I left a message.

The next morning I got a call from Doggy Dick’s Detective Agency. I‘d called them a few days ago after suffering from my fucking nightmare again. Doggy Dick, supposedly his real name, if anyone could believe it, had told me that he could find anyone. That was his thing, finding people that were long gone, or dead. I never knew Sheena’s last name, but I’d told Doggy as much as I knew.

Doggy was barking on the phone again. Said whenever he was happy, he’d bark like that. He was happy that he’d found Sheena, but not so happy about where he’d found her. Said she was incarcerated, down in Florida, a ways from her home in Miami. Said she’d been in Broward Correctional Institution in Ft. Lauderdale for about three years and was scheduled to be released sometime in the coming weeks. I wondered what she’d been in for. Doggy said he didn’t know.

That night we took the bikes out to where the UFO had crashed in the summer of 1947. Guess they actually found aliens there, one of which lived for a few days. Course the Army retracted the story days after they’d released it. We had a real good time with some guys looking for more aliens and got nice and fucked up. We passed out on the rocks, after having crazy sex, and drove back the next morning at daybreak.

Doggy Dick called again. Since he’d done such a great job finding Sheena, I’d asked him if he could find my sister Katlin. Well he’d found her too. Said I owed him another hundred. I told him that’d be no problem, and that I’d be giving him a bonus as well so he barked like a dog again. Said Katlin was living in Texas. She’d been in and out of Gatesville Prison for Women, for years now, currently on a daily work release program, returning to prison each night, and trying to stay off crack. Katlin was always so cool. I just knew she’d become a mess because of our childhood.

I told Doggy I’d come by with the money, hung up, and then called Gatesville Prison. What a bitch to get through to her though. The warden wouldn’t put me through till I answered a million questions. As soon as I heard Katlin’s voice, I started crying. I don’t even know why. I just did. We talked till my cell phone’s battery died. We talked about everything. She said she wanted to kill mom and dad. I didn’t say much about that, but I sure thought about it. I told her we’d stop there on the way to Florida and visit. She told me that she wanted to run with us. Prison life sucked so bad, and she still had more than a year left on her sentence. I told her all about Sheena and her Wild Kats too. I just hoped they were still around.

Later than night, Lucinda called me back. Told me that Lucy had returned from Brazil and that the two of them wanted to come and hang out with us. Maybe they’d get Harleys too, although she’d always said she wanted a custom chopper. Someday when I have money she’d say.

Chapter 43 ‘The Chase’

2004-03-03T22:41:00.000-08:00

We sat there motionless, almost afraid to breathe. Only the sound from the broken dripping faucet, in the Deco age black and white tiled bathroom, broke the silence in our motel room. There were more than a couple of them, whomever they were, standing outside our flimsy motel room door, a door that could probably be kicked right off the hinges with a single kick. They didn’t sound like cops either. More like gangsters speaking their street dialect, trying to sound unruly and tough, and then the sound of them spitting on the cement. Another knock, harder this time, more like someone’s fist punching the door, then a kick to its bottom. You could see the wood, or whatever crap the door was constructed from, flexing, like it was ready to give way. Joe had his piece aimed squarely at the door, ready to blow away the first asshole that came busting through.

It seemed to take forever, but whoever they were, finally walked away descending the stairs, still grumbling amongst themselves. Had someone tipped them off? Had they followed one of us? I looked out the small bathroom window that afforded a view of the back parking lot where we’d parked the V-Rods, but couldn’t see anyone.

I walked back to the front window, and after killing the lights, parted the curtains enough to see the front lot. There they were, big guys, with shaved heads, in Leather Jackets, climbing into a low rider style truck. They’d parked across the lot, right next to our four by Chevy. Shit, that must’ve been the tip off. Too damned obvious a truck. Guess we should have hid it around back with the bikes.

They sat there smoking cigarettes, and drinking something from a brown paper bag. The morning sky was lighter now. They sat there, their truck facing the motel, just looking at our Chevy, and then up at our motel room.

I called the front desk, and asked if anyone had inquired about our truck. The woman said that someone had. They’d woken her and her husband and asked about it, telling them that they were friends of ours, here to visit us. She’d given them our room number, thinking it was ok. Great. It was a wonder that she hadn’t given them a room key, but then they’d grown up in another world, a world where everyone was honest.

Whatever the situation was, we figured we had to blow town, and blow it quick, but with them sitting there, it wasn’t going to happen.

Fuck it; we had to try something, so I decided to go out and walk down to the pool, figuring that they’d confront me. Joe would hide the stash we’d taken and hide in the closet with his piece, just in case they got real aggressive and forced their way into our room.

Well confront me they did. As soon as I was out the door and walking down the steps, three of them jumped out and walked over to me.

“Yo bitch,” one of them said “Is that your truck?”

I told them it was, knowing that they already knew.

“Ahhh…didn’t we seez youz truck in the district las night?” he asked.

I asked him what he meant by the district, and then, sounding like a sweet tourist, told him that I’d been here all night, and that he must be mistaken. He stood there looking stupid, just looking at me, then at the truck, and then again at me. The three of them continued to stare at me, and I at them, like I was confused. Another of them asked me who I was with, and I told them that I was traveling with a girlfriend, still acting as innocent as possible, and finally asked how I could help them. They just stood there looking pissed, then looked at one another, then at our Chevy again. He gave me one last look, then turned and walked away.

I stood there watching them, as they piled back into their truck, lit up some smokes, sat there for a while, and then finally drove away. I’d pay money to know that they believed me, but something told me they didn’t. I stood there a while longer, as the rising sun peeked over some buildings in the distance, not really knowing how I felt. I was tired, that's about all I knew. I went back upstairs, and went inside.

“You’ve got some balls.” Gabriel said, and then she grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed, attacking me. Joe and I took showers and Gabriel took the truck and got some breakfast to bring back.

A half hour later she returned with bags of grub.

“Those fucks followed me the whole way there and back,” she said. “They’re hanging there across the street again.”

Yeah, their truck was back, and there were a couple of rice burners sitting there with them that sure looked a lot like the ones we’d seen last night. Shit, this wasn’t good. We figured we’d wait it out, hoping they’d get tired and leave, and hopefully not check around back either. To be honest, I was amazed they hadn’t. Or maybe they had?

Another hour went by, and then another, but the boys across the street weren’t budging. We figured we’d have Gabriel go out in the truck again, acting as a decoy while Joe and I escaped with the V-Rods. We packed our stuff, and then Gabriel and I carried it to the truck, got in and took off.

Yeah, they were following us all right, so we drove next door to the Speedy Clean Carwash, paid the money, put the truck in line, and went inside. They sat just outside the entrance, in their vehicles, still drinking from the brown paper bag. Gabriel and I planned my escape. I went to use the restroom, and then snuck off, leaving her with the truck, still in the soapsuds. I left through a back entrance, walked down the alley trying not to be noticed, and snuck back into the motel, where Joe was waiting.

“I haven’t seen any of them since you left.” he said, so we left the room key, walked out, and went around back to get the Harleys.

There they were, our babies, just ready to make their escape. We climbed on, and started them, trying to be a quiet as possible. Quiet, well, not quite. They had pipes on them that gave them a great sound, and like I said, they weren’t exactly quiet. Nope, not nearly quiet enough, as it turned out. We put them in gear, oh that beautiful Harley clunk, and headed out around the motel to hightail it out of town, but the motherfuckers must have heard us. The two rice burners were screeching out of the Speedy Clean Carwash lot, and were coming for us. Oh, and then we saw Gabriel in our big assed, freshly washed, truck following too, and I turned one more time to see the gangster’s truck following her.

Well, I thought about a lot of things, but none of them made sense. They’d be no driving to a police station for safety, or anywhere else for that matter. This would be a ‘loose these fuckers or die’ kind of thing. So Joe and I nailed the bikes. Damn, these babies had some power. I loved it. Even if I died today, I’d at least go out in style on my V-Rod, but then I really didn’t want that to happen.

Faster and faster we went, the two rice burners right on our tails, and the two trucks behind them. We had to think of something. Joe motioned for me to look behind us. One of the gangsters, riding shotgun, literally, was out the window aiming his piece. Then gunshots. Shit. Joe pointed to a dirt road ahead, so we slowed just enough and turned onto it.

We nailed them again, riding side by side kicking up a whole lot of dust. The rice burners were on our tail, but they couldn’t have much visibility, eating our dust as they were. On and on we went, avoiding rocks, and going through drainage dips, till the dirt road finally ended in a T intersection that came up so quick it almost killed us. One of the rice burners almost hit us as we turned sharply, but never even slowed and went right over an embankment and into a ditch. Gabriel, right behind the second rice burner, rammed it, and pushed it over the same embankment, and then we saw an explosion with tons of black smoke rising from the ditch.

“Nice Girlfriend!” I yelled. I wished she could hear me.

Then she backed up fast, smashing the rear of her truck into the gangster’s truck's front end. I wasn't even sure she'd done it on purpose, but it looked bad, steam pouring from their truck's engine. One of them jumped out and started shooting at her, taking out her back window, but she was again leaving them in her dust.

Well, that didn’t stop them; their low-rider truck on her ass in seconds, and the chase was back on. We must have gone another few miles till we saw a fork in the road. Joe motioned for me to go left, and he went right as did Gabriel, but they followed me probably figuring I’d be an easier target now. Well, I didn’t know what was happening, but Joe had ditched his bike, and jumped in with Gabriel after she'd popped a U-turn. She drove and Joe started shooting. Well, Joe’s aim was, luckily, a lot better than the gangsters, and he quickly took out their windows, and back tires, but it wasn't stopping them.

I could see them all behind me, and then, suddenly, the road dead-ended; a few huge boulders blocking the way. I pulled a quick U-turn and managed, in all that dust, to get by the gangster truck riding through the ditch beside the road. They fired at me, but again their lousy aim screwed them and saved my ass. I guess they were more into killing me than paying attention to the boulders just ahead of them in the dust. In seconds they’d smashed into them real hard, and their truck flipped over landing on its roof. Joe and Gabriel jumped out of our truck, guns ready, but after waiting a minute, and then approaching their truck, we could see that the only bodies inside were either unconscious or dead, hopefully the later. I smelled gas, and then the truck exploded, knocking us off our feet.

Chapter 42 'The Heist'

2004-02-02T01:10:00.000-08:00

I guess I’d dozed off. Still half asleep, I looked at my cell phone. It was three in the morning. Gabriel was slouched over beside me, sound asleep. She looked so hot. The warehouse skylights were still ablaze with light, and Bandana Boy was now sitting in front of the warehouse, leaning back against the building, apparently asleep, his burned out cigarette still in his fingers. The homeless guy looked as if he’d passed out hours ago, lying on the sidewalk, across from the building. A corrugated box acted as his mattress and his tattered sleeping bag covered about half of him.

We could hear the sound of machinery, and although barely audible, it sounded like sanders, drills, and compressors, with an occasional hammering sound. Yeah, the kind of sounds you’d hear from a chop shop. I figured it had to be emanating from the warehouse. The skylights would brighten with an occasional flash of light that must have been coming from a welding torch, as those bad boys inside chopped the cars.

A bunch of headlights in the distance caught my attention. It looked like a caravan of cars coming this way, the headlights blinding me at times. Gabriel was waking up. She looked out, and then fell back into the seat, still half asleep. I shook her. “Wake up girlfriend.” I said to her. She stretched a little, her arm hitting me in the face.

The cars neared, all of them apparently moving fast and erratically, their lights blinding us as we slouched down in the seats, trying not to be seen. Then the big warehouse door slid open with a racket, waking Bandana Boy who still lay there on the sidewalk beside it. Light from the warehouse poured onto the street. Another guy ran out and gave Bandana Boy some shit, kicking him hard, then ran back inside. The cars were arriving, all of them rice burners, and all of them moving very quickly.

We could hear sirens in the distance, and saw a helicopter in the sky, with its bright searchlight shining down frantically looking for something or someone. The cars all turned into the driveway, seemingly sliding through the big door, each of them quickly disappearing into the depths of the warehouse. Bandana Boy followed. Seconds later the big door slammed shut choking the outpouring of light, and the street was once again dark.

A minute later we saw a plethora of cop cars approaching, their lights flashing and their sirens blaring, all penetrating the darkness and the silence of this very insane night. They came fast, like mechanical robots that were furious. It was like they were on a mission from god, and then they sped by us in an instant leaving behind the smell of exhaust and burning rubber. The warehouse lights went out. It was quiet now. You could have heard a pin drop for that instant, but an instant is all it was. More cops came, seemingly from nowhere, lights flashing, their spotlights checking the alleys and side streets more painstakingly than the first ones had. Then, as quickly as they’d come, they were gone too.

A few minutes later the skylights lit up again, and the sound of machinery commenced once again. You could hear engines starting and guys yelling at one another. It was like a factory, the workers inside pulling graveyard shift.

At one point a bunch of them came out and urinated in the street. They yelled at the homeless guy from across the street, but he was sound asleep, likely intoxicated from the empty bottle of Thunderbird lying next to his slumbering body. One of them seemed to have his eyes fixed on our truck, but he never came over. After smoking another round of cigarettes, they all went back inside.

We’d been sitting there for what seemed like an eternity, when it seemed to get really quiet. The sound of machinery had ceased; as if the machines had all worked hard enough, gotten tired, and had fallen asleep. Then the big metal door slid open yet again, and again the warehouse lights flooded the street with light. About a dozen guys all came outside, for what looked like another smoke break never realizing that it would be one short break.

They sat there against the building, lighting up, and looking beat. One of them appeared to be tying his arm off and then sticking a needle in his arm, shooting up. A minute later he’d fallen back on the sidewalk. Another of them had crossed the street, and was kicking the homeless guy, giving him some crap. The homeless guy struggled to get up. He grabbed his old sleeping bag and backpack, and scurried away, as his harasser threw something at him hitting him on the head.

Two of the gangsters were getting into it now, arguing passionately about something. Seconds later they were going at it big time, beating the crap out of each other. The others just watched, seemingly enjoying it. Another was pissing against the wall.

Gabriel and I thought we heard a Harley starting up, the sound most likely coming from inside the warehouse. Harleys just have that great sound, and there was no mistaking it. None of them seemed to think much of it, till it came hauling ass through the big door in front, almost hitting a couple of them, and then turned onto the street and disappeared into the night with a roar

Gabriel yelled, “That was a fucking V-Rod, and it sure looked like Joe riding it!”

“Shut the fuck up,” I said emphatically, “They’ll hear you!”

It ‘was’ Joe, and it looked as if he had a backpack on his back. The gangster boys seemed bewildered, all of them looking at each other, trying to figure out which of them would have been on the bike, never realizing that they’d had an intruder inside with them the entire time. It took them a second, but they seemed to figure it out, all of them piling back into the warehouse. Seconds later, the only thing we could hear was the loud roar of engines, and then, in just seconds, a bunch of cars came screeching out the big front door, shot past us, and disappeared into the Albuquerque night in a cloud of dust.

The last guy, riding a chopper, stopped, ran inside, killed the lights, slid the big door shut, and was off in a blast.
“That fuck never locked the door.” Gabriel said.

“Yeah, I noticed.” I said.

We sat there not really knowing what to do, but figured we’d wait for a call from Joe if he’d managed to get away. Well, he’d had a very good head start, so our guess was that the chop shop boys didn’t have a clue.

We waited and waited. No one came back. Were they afraid that they’d all be busted, that this was a setup or something? We sat there for a few more minutes thinking. Maybe we should go inside and see what we could take? Yeah, it worked for me, although Gabriel just stared at me. I couldn’t really tell what she was thinking.

We got out and kind of hung out across the street from the place for a while, standing where the homeless guy had hung out, nervously waiting to see if they'd come back. I told Gabriel to stay outside, and throw a rock at the metal building if anyone approached. As I walked across the street, in the darkness, I stepped into a pothole, full of water, and slipped, scraping my knee.

"Motherfucker", I yelled, forgetting for an instant that I was trying to be inconspicuous, and then continued on to the big door. I pushed on it, and it slid open easily, although with a bit of a racket. Quickly, I slid inside hoping to not be noticed.

It was very quiet, and very dark. I couldn’t see much of anything or anybody at first. I stood there for a minute waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“Holy shit.” I whispered to myself. It was still kind of hard to see much, but I could make out a whole lot of Harleys and some very hot cars too. There, towards to the back, was another Harley V-Rod. I moved closer, and could see a key in its ignition too. Oh yeah. It was mine.

I sat on it. This just felt right. Like it loved me, and I loved it. This could be a great love affair. It would be like taking an orphan from an orphanage, and giving it a new life. I turned the key and it started right up, like it was saying ‘I love you. Take me.’Yeah, a great big hunk of vibrating machine between my legs. I was getting wet just sitting there. What a great sound it made as I revved it over and over, like sweet music to my ears. Like I said, it was mine. My new baby.

Having fallen into this love affair, I’d almost forgotten that I was in a chop shop and could have been busted or killed at any second. I popped it into gear, and navigated my way between some other bikes, and chopped up cars, toward the front door.

I jumped off, opened the front door a bit wider, jumped back on and took my baby outside turning onto the street. I looked at Gabriel. She was in disbelief.

“Follow me.” I yelled at her, pointing to the truck. She ran back to the behemoth piece of crap, fired it up, and popped a U-turn.

We were out of there at the speed of light it seemed. We headed right to Mary’s Motel, and in what seemed a flash, even know we’d gotten a little lost on the way, we were back, the sky getting brighter now. Yeah, we’d been up all night.

I stopped in the parking lot, looking around a little, and then drove my new baby around to the back, hoping no one would spot it. Well, not that there weren’t plenty of V-Rods out there, well then again, maybe not, but why chance it?

Oh my. There was its sister, sitting right there parked in the back of the motel. I guess Joe and I thought alike. Well, I hoped it was the one Joe’d taken. I guess if I’d heard my cell ring I’d have known that Joe was back with his, but one doesn’t hear ones cell phone when riding a V-Rod.

Gabriel was standing in front, by the pool, and just looked at me, like she couldn’t believe what had just happened. I hugged her.

“We got new babies!” I said to her, tears in my eyes, and then I took her around back to see them, and to admire them. They looked so cool; it was like a dream come true.

Afterwards we went upstairs to the room. Joe was lying sideways there on the bed counting some large stacks of money and watching early morning cartoons. I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“Where did all that come from?” I asked.

He didn’t answer the question, but instead asked me how I liked my new bike.

“New bike? Which one? We’ve got two of them.” I said with a bit of an attitude. “Gabriel wanted one too.” Then I laughed slapping Gabriel’s butt.

He looked at me for a second, nodding his head with satisfaction, although maybe it was more of a puzzled look. Then he got up and grabbed me, kissing me, while tossing a stack of cash he’d had in his hand all over the bed. Gabriel jumped on us, pushing us all back onto the bed.

We all filled each other in on what had gone down, with a lot of yelling, screaming, and a lot of uncontrollable laughter, most likely waking the entire motel. No, probably not the most brilliant thing to do, but we were all very excited and couldn’t really control ourselves. Joe had found an open safe at the warehouse too, and he’d taken the stacks of cash, and loaded them into a backpack he’d found there. Figured we had about thirty grand from his preliminary count. Maybe more.

Gabriel and I jumped onto his cash covered bed, and started attacking Joe. I loved the thought of making love on top of a pile of cash.We heard sirens in the distance, then the roar of some fast cars passing the motel. A minute later there was a knock at the door.

Chapter 41 'The Chop Shop'

2004-01-01T00:48:00.000-08:00

Mile after mile went by as I stared out the window only to see cactus plant after cactus plant flash past. This was a place where you wouldn’t want to break down. Very hot, and very dry, it was harsh country, but beautiful in so many ways. What wasn’t beautiful was our ride. We’d taken our neighbor’s beat up, jacked up, Chevy truck. An absolute piece of crap, but at least we had wheels, big wheels at that. Yeah, the pain in the ass, that had constantly annoyed us, revving it up till it sounded like it’d explode sending piston rods flying, had let the monster escape the park. That’s what Mr. Obnoxious called it. Monster.

Somehow, Joe had managed to borrow it from him for a few days, promising him he’d get it all fixed up for him. Probably more like get it stolen or lost, if I had my way, saving all his neighbors from his constant annoyance. It wasn’t even that it was that old, but it had obviously been in numerous terrible accidents and had never been fixed correctly, or likely tuned up. The guy had stuck big tires on it, jacked it up, and had done plenty of off-roading with it. Personally, it would’ve been ok with me if he’d rolled it and killed himself in the process. Well, maybe just killed the truck.

We were heading up route 25 still a ways from Albuquerque, the speedometer reading about ninety, and the pedal pushed to the floor. The air wasn’t working, so we had the windows down, our hair blowing all over. I sat between Gabriel’s legs riding shotgun, leaning back on her, her fingers playing with me, sometimes rubbing my nipples, driving me crazy. Joe was getting excited just watching us, an obvious bulge in his jeans.

“Shit we just had sex last night, and I’m already going crazy watching you guys.” he said.

I just smiled at him, as if to say, ‘Maybe tonight Joe Rock’, knowing how crazy we were driving him.

An hour later we’d gotten to the outskirts of Albuquerque and decided to check into a motel. Yeah, this one would be fine; it looked like shit, so we figured it had to be cheap. No, we didn’t have a shit-load of money yet, so we were being frugal. The big flashing sign looked like it was about to fall off the thirty foot rusted pole. Half the blinking bulbs were burned out or missing. ‘Mary’s Motel’, it said, the paint faded and peeling badly. Oh gee, it had HBO to boot, and a pool too. Who wouldn’t love it. We pulled up to the office and climbed out.

It felt good to stretch. We were covered with sweat, and I was horny as shit, having had Gabriel tease me like she had, for the last few hours.

“Forty Bucks. Cash only.” the old geezer said, presumably Mary’s husband? Joe slapped two twenties down of the counter, filled out the card, and we walked out with the key.

Gabriel and I grabbed the bags, and headed up the stairs, while Joe moved the truck closer to our room.

What a fucking shit hole, and it stunk like typical motel room deodorizer. God I hated that smell. The beds looked like some big fat guy had slept on them for decades, squishing them into pancakes with the centers many inches lower than the sides. There’d be no falling out of these beds.

“What the fuck do you get for forty bucks these days?” I asked in disbelief, as I turned on the air conditioner. What a nasty assed racket it made. I just hoped it worked.

Gabriel just shook her head, throwing herself onto one of the beds. I jumped on top of her, and started ravaging her body. Shit I loved this girl.

Joe walked in a minute later, tossing another bag on the other bed. Gabriel and I were going crazy over each other, partly because we were exhibitionists and loved seeing Joe’s reaction. He stood there for a second, and then plopped down into one of the broken down chairs and watched us while pulled a bottle of scotch from has bag, took a swig, and then closed his eyes.

The air-conditioner felt good, but it sure made a lot of noise, rattling, and buzzing like crazy. It, like the truck, sounded like it was ready to blow. Gabriel and I took a couple swigs of the scotch, then put on our bikinis, grabbed some towels, and headed down to the pool for a swim.

The sun was getting pretty low in the dirty-orange sky now, but it was still hot as hell. A couple of old guys sat there beside the pool, beers in hand, looking like they were ready to die. Well, ready to die, until they saw us in our bikinis. You’d have thought they’d died and gone to heaven the way they stared at us with those big smiles on their old wrinkled faces. Gabriel and I stood right in front of them for a minute staring at the water, knowing that the old guys were going crazy looking at our butts.

Then I dove in. The water felt great. Gabriel jumped in next, making as big a splash as she could, getting the old guys wet, although they didn’t really seem to mind one bit. We swam for a while, made out in front of the old guys, making them crazy, and then headed back upstairs to our room. A half-hour later we’d all fallen asleep. I guess I dreamt of Harleys. I don’t know.

It had gotten dark now, a starless night having settled over Albuquerque. We were again stuffed back into our borrowed truck, and had pulled into a gas station to fill up the gas-guzzler. It was still hot out. Muggy too. We figured we’d get some burgers, and then try and find the chop shop.

We’d left Burger Palace, and found ourselves in a pretty bad neighborhood they called San Jose, filled with warehouses, abandoned buildings, broken streetlamps, gangsters, and homeless people. This was Albuquerque’s gang territory. Boys in baggy pants with shaved heads, and too much attitude, slinked along the sidewalks and the low hum of slow-moving cars echoed in the alleys. A helicopter, they called them ‘ghetto birds’ here, buzzed overhead, and we could hear sirens in the distance.

After some looking around we’d found the supposed chop shop. It looked uninhabited. The skylights on top, the only windows we could make out, were dark. There was a large, heavy, chain, on the big sliding metal door that faced the street, that was adorned with a sizable padlock. We parked across the street, down a ways, and just waited, watching everything, while we ate our burgers and fries.

There was a rough-hewn looking homeless guy lying on the sidewalk, just down the street, in front of the warehouse. Joe got out and walked to him. We couldn’t tell what they were saying, but when Joe got back he said that the guy had told him that men would often come to the warehouse late at night and make lots of noise. They’d beat him up once, so he hated them.

Well, what the fuck, we had to chance it and try to get inside. Joe told us to wait in the truck and call his cell if anyone came around. He got out, walked across the street, and disappeared into a dark alley beside the building.

Not five minutes had passed, when a couple of tricked-out looking rice burners, with loud exhaust, pulled up outside the place. I called Joe’s cell, but he didn’t answer. A couple of real fat guys, with big gold chains around their necks, struggled to climb out of the cars; we couldn’t imagine how they’d actually fit inside them. They puffed on their smokes, and took a real hard look at our truck; both of us sitting low in the seats, motionless, and then they disappeared into the same alley that Joe had slipped into.

A minute later we saw the skylights on the roof light up, the fat boys obviously inside now. I just hoped these thugs hadn’t busted Joe.

We must have sat there for an hour or more worried sick. It was as bad as those times on the island when Joe would leave me while he’d take care of business. I’d wait, never knowing if he were still alive. I figured things would change now that we were back in the US, but obviously not.

I was biting Gabriel’s neck, partly because of my passion for her, and partly because I was nervous, when we noticed that the skylights had gone dark. Seconds later the fat boys emerged from the alley, again giving our truck a good look. They stood there for a while, and finally crammed themselves back into their rice burners, burned some rubber, and speed off into the night.

My cell rang. It was Joe. He said he was stuck inside the building, having snuck in through the alley door that the fat boys had left open while they were inside. Joe had even managed to steal some keys that looked like they’d fit the padlocks that locked him inside. Problem was, the padlocks were on the outside of the heavy metal doors, and the fat boys had secured them when they left.

Joe told me to come to the alley door so he could slide the keys under the door to me. Then, hopefully, if one fit, I’d unlock the padlock, but before I’d even gotten out, the rice burners had returned. Not just the two of them this time, but a whole bunch of them, and some Harleys too. Loud ones.

The fat boys got out again, this time unlocking the padlock on the big sliding door in front, then tossing their smokes onto the sidewalk. Seconds later light poured out from inside the big door, and the rice burners and bikes all drove inside. All of them that is, except for one. One nervous gangster looking type, wearing a bandana, that stayed out front, most likely the lookout.
The big door slid quickly, and slammed shut with a bang. Once again, we only saw light from the skylights. I just hoped Joe had had enough time to find a good hiding spot inside. Bandana boy puffed heavily on his smoke, pacing back and forth in front. Yep, he was the lookout. He too, had given our truck some hard looks. We waited, trying not to be noticed.

Chapter 40 ‘Roswell, New Mexico’

2003-10-10T10:34:00.000-07:00

Chapter 40 ‘Roswell, New Mexico’

We sat there soaking wet, our sweat dripping into the old worn out recliners we’d sunken so comfortably into. We were all pretty high, thanks to the generosity of the addict in the next trailer that grew his own, just staring at one another. Yeah, it was hot. Very hot. Too damned hot to be anything but miserable. The air was still and it was quiet. Quiet wasn’t the norm in this trailer park, but today, probably because of the heat, it was just about silent.

I’d stepped outside trying to find at least a little breeze but it wasn’t any better. Not with that noonday sun beating down on me anyway. What a shit hole this place was. Even the neon sign at the entrance of the park was dilapidated. ‘Happy Times Motor Park’ it said, although that was pretty hard to make out with all the apparent gunshots that had pretty much destroyed it. Yeah, maybe fifty years ago there were happy times here, but sure as hell, not today.

I’d have loved to jump into the pool and cool off, but it had been drained years ago. Only old worn-out tires, some weathered palettes, and dead grass, inhabited that pool. Most of the folks that lived here were older, or unemployed. Most of the younger ones were on drugs. Yeah, you could say it was a real white trash kind of a place. The bottom of the barrel for mobile home parks in Roswell. The kind of a place where people that were really down on their luck would live. But the rent was cheap, and better yet, Rosie, the old bag that owned the park, agreed to let us move in with the understanding that we’d pay her a little extra next week when we got the money. Yeah, a good deal for all of us, as we were flat broke.

Everyone called her Roswell Rosie. She’d supposedly been pretty hot in her day and had thrown some outrageous parties here at the park, but those days were long gone. Her beauty had dried up, just like the pool had, a long time ago. Her husband had drunk himself to death after gambling away most of their money. He’d let the park go to hell too, and had always sworn that he’d seen aliens up close while he was in the desert one night―Roswell has been UFO country for decades now. Her kids were all long gone, one of them in jail now.

I stepped back inside. Joe and Gabriel were still sitting in their recliners, soaked in sweat.

“We need a fucking fan.” I yelled, “It’s too fucking hot.”

Yeah, we had an air conditioner, but ask me if it worked. It didn’t. Amazing how many rusty, old, air conditioners you’d see hanging from the windows in the park, but even more amazing was how few of them were making cold air. Most of them had bit the bullet years ago, and never been fixed or replaced. Booze, drugs, and cigarettes, were more important than air conditioners here at Crappy Times Motor Park, as everyone called it. The H was gone, having been shot out.

I sunk back down into my recliner and closed my eyes.

It had been a crazy trip up from Manzanillo through Guadalajara. We’d lost everything including passports and licenses during the trip abroad, which necessitated our being smuggled back across the border. After hanging out for a few crazy days in Manzanillo, getting drunk with some of the Merchant Marines we’d gotten to know on the ship, we started looking for a way to get back to the states.

We’d met a bunch of wasted surfers on vacation there, and they’d agreed to bring us back with them in their Chevy van. Yeah, it was your typical druggie van, and we’d had some pretty good parties in it getting up here. Pretty amazing that we were never stopped by the federales though. ‘Shit For Brains’, as his friends called him, had gotten so high he’d driven us off the road more than once. These guys were the ones that turned us on to Rosie, a good friend of theirs. They’d bring drugs to her son in jail too. Course she would have killed them if she’d found out. We ended up sleeping with them, and they even let Joe sleep with their women. Yeah, it was a real love fest.

I don’t know how we’d gotten across the border. I was sure they’d search the van and find us hidden back there. Well, not that I wasn’t a citizen, but we’d have been detained till we could prove it. The immigration guys must have been sleeping that night, as they’d just waved us through. Anyway, the guys brought us here, stayed with Rosie for the night, then left for Colorado the next morning after we’d all had breakfast and gotten a little buzz on again.

I opened my eyes again. My dripping sweat made them sting a little. I wiped my face with my T-shirt as I stood up, then went over and grabbed another cold soda from the fridge. Joe left to make some phone calls and hook up with a buddy he knew here in Roswell. He knew a few people that owed him some serious money, and said he’d get us all Harleys as soon as he got it together. I guess that ‘would’ be serious money. Yeah, this could be very cool, cruising around on the bikes, looking for trouble. This is what I’d daydreamed about so many times while we were stuck there on the island.

The heat was killing me. I sunk back into my recliner and fell asleep.

Night had fallen and it had cooled off a little. I lay there groggy from my nap, stretching and letting out a loud yawn along with some obscenities. I was just in that kind of mood. The couple in the next trailer were yelling again. Seemed like they never stopped. She’d bitch at him endlessly, and then he’d finally have enough of it and really go to town on her. There were some babies crying in another mobile home, as the folks here liked to call them. To me, these were trailers, most of them ready for the scrap yard. I could smell ganja wafting through the air. The nightly potpourri of music was underway. Everyone played it loud, so you’d just hear a mishmash of different music. There was another couple arguing now. You could hear them throwing shit. Pots and pans, it sounded like, then a glass that shattered. Their baby was crying loudly now. Some guy, a few spaces away, was revving his engine like crazy. An old piece of shit Chevy truck that he was always working on, that should have been junked years ago.

A woman in another space was shrieking. We’d find out later that she’d lost her kids a year ago, busted for being an unfit mother, the kids now living with her rich grandparents that never gave her a dime, as they hated her so much. She’d just learned that the little girl had been kidnapped. Some guy had put a gun to Grandpa’s head, and taken her from him.

If I had my Harley I’d have jumped on and gone for a little night ride, anything to get away from all this. I imagined myself flying down the highway on it, way out in the desert, the wind blowing through my hair. Gabriel and I wanted Harley V-Rods, more of a racing bike, and Joe wanted a Softail. Wally and Jake probably would have disowned us. They were into very traditional Harleys and weren’t into the racing models. Said they weren’t real Harleys. Well, whatever. I just knew I wanted a fast bike.

It was late when Joe finally returned. He looked pretty happy as he dug into his heavy canvas bag, taking out a bunch of stuff, including a wad of cash, and a cell phone that he tossed to me. I smiled at him. Nice I thought. I really needed a phone. I wanted to make some phone calls myself. I missed all the guys in Tacoma, and I wanted to try and find Lucy, probably still in Brazil. I walked over to him, and gave him a big hug.

Joe told us that he’d paid Rosie off, along with a little bonus for her just because he liked her, but said that his bud, that owed him the serious money, had, it seemed, screwed him.

“Not to worry my little hotties,” he said, “I found out about a rival’s chop shop a couple hundred miles from here, up near Albuquerque that specializes in Harleys. Got a real nice inventory from what I heard today. I figure we can take a little of that inventory tomorrow night.”

My pulse quickened, and I shoved Joe onto the sofa, attacking him. This is the shit I loved, and probably why I loved him so much. Oh yeah, this what we all loved. Screw buying bikes. Just take em from the bad guys.

It was well after midnight now. The idiot with the old broken down Chevy was revving it like crazy again, probably waking everyone in the park. God, what was his problem? Seemed like he’d do it whenever he was pissed about something. Guess he just wanted everyone to be miserable like him. Joe, Gabriel, and I, had sex, and then we all fell asleep. I dreamt about busting into the chop shop.

Chapter 39 Hit by a Freighter

2003-09-09T22:46:00.000-07:00

Chapter 39 Hit by a Freighter

We’d been at sea for days now. Our food was gone. The rain had stopped, and the swells had lessened for the most part. Our bamboo boat wasn’t in great shape, but Joe had managed to fix things up a little, swimming underneath it, risking a shark attack, and tightening things up. We were out of food and very hungry, as we’d lost two of the food crates to the seemingly hungry ocean. We’d collect water when it would rain, so at least we wouldn’t die of dehydration, although maybe dieing of hunger would be as bad. We’d look for fish to shoot, but never saw anything but big nasty sharks. Sometimes they’d swim around us, although fortunately, never attacked, other than biting on the bamboo below.

We’d regularly seen ships in the distance, but needless to say, they hadn’t seen us, and never seemed to hear our gunshots or calls for help on the radios that were about dead. The solar panel, we’d used as a charger, had fallen overboard during the storm too. We’d have started a fire, but the matches were history. Besides we didn’t really have anything to burn.

Another night had come upon us. I’d grown to hate them, as it always got so cold. I really felt like we were all dead. God I was hungry. I’d never known hunger like this before. We were all getting very weak, staying awake shivering most nights, and sleeping during the day. We’d been able to see more these last few nights. The moonlight had been lighting the night a bit, but tonight it was foggy. Sometimes as foggy as pea soup. The moon would peek through the fog at times, and then disappear for long periods, making it very dark. It was another cold night but fortunately the air was almost still.

Then we heard it. We all looked, but could see nothing in the heavy fog. A splashing sound that got louder and louder, it had to be a ship. We could see a little light too. Flashing lights through the fog. Joe grabbed the Glock and fired it rapidly so they might hear us. The splashing sound got even louder. Then the fog broke and the moonlight lit everything. Oh shit. There it was. It was huge. Like a towering dark monster in the night, coming right at us it seemed. Yeah, it was. It was coming right at us. And then it was here, moving so very fast; it hit us cutting our bamboo boat in half like it was made from matchsticks. We all flew off, along with all our stuff, into the deep, dark, deadly, ocean. Gabriel was beside me, but Joe was gone. The black steel hull moved past us just feet in front of us it seemed. Gabriel and I floated there in our life vests, amongst the splintered bamboo and some of our now broken crates while the huge dark monster continued to move past us. I screamed for Joe, but could see or hear nothing but the movement of the huge steel plates in front of us in that forbidding ocean. We kept screaming, but it seemed that no one heard anything. Gabriel was yelling at me, telling me that we should swim away from the ship so we wouldn’t get caught in the prop when it passed us. “Smart girl” I thought, as we swam away as far as we could, all the while continuing to scream for help.

This couldn’t be happening. A huge ship hitting us, passing right over us, and nothing, nothing at all, as it continued past us, like nothing had happened. It was like a huge tractor trailer truck on a lonely, dark, highway at night, that had squashed a small rodent on a cold dark roadway, and then continued on as if nothing had happened.

It was almost past us now. We watched the huge black stern passing right before us, and then the turbulence of the prop, churning us around like we were little toys. I got a few mouths of salt water, coughing now, but continued to scream for help. It had passed. Still nothing, and no sign of Joe. This couldn’t be happening. The black monster was moving away, leaving us floating there in the night. Dangling there in the cold, dark, water, held up only by our life vests. Damn, I didn’t want to be eaten by sharks, and there were tons of them down there. Gabriel and I held on to each other. We looked around searching for Joe, or any of our crates, or even the tanks used as floatation devices, but saw nothing now.

The fog had returned. We could hardly make out the ship, moving away from us so fast now, leaving us there in its wake. We lay there motionless, floating in the vests, just waiting till a shark came along and chopped us up. Shit this sucked. I figured all my luck had run out. I’d finally met death. It would be a horrible death. We were crying. My life was flashing before my eyes it seemed, as I waited for that bite from below. What would it be like, having your legs torn right off? Then bobbing around till you’d lost so much blood that you’d pass out and die. I didn’t want to know, but I knew I would. Soon now. I’d gone to hell it seemed.

We just held on to each other. I told Gabriel I loved her, and she did the same. If we’d been anywhere else, this would have been romantic, but way out here in the middle of the ocean, knowing death was so close made it hell. We talked about all that stuff you do, when you know you’re dieing. I just wished it were over. The not knowing when is what made it so bad. Like some thug with his gun to your head, just waiting till he felt like pulling the trigger. At least that would have been fast. Having your body torn apart by sharks had to be horrible. The worst pain you’d ever felt. Maybe burning to death would have been worse. I didn’t know. Maybe jumping out of a burning building, knowing that you’d die when you hit the ground below would be easier. Yeah, that really would be better. It would be quick. Why hadn’t we just stayed on the island? Everything was ok there. Some people would have killed for a life like we’d had. Now my life was over.

I wondered how Joe had died. Had he been hit so hard that he was knocked out and drowned? Or had he been sucked under, held his breath as long as he could, and then get chopped up by the propeller? I couldn’t even think about it. Maybe we were meeting our fate after we’d done so many bad things, and gotten so many people killed on the island. I’d never killed anyone before all this. Maybe this was my punishment? Maybe we’d see The Kid soon, in heaven or hell? Where would we end up? I was too young to die. I had so much more that I still wanted to do. I’d really wanted to be a biker bitch. I’d thought a lot about that lately.

There was a light in the fog it seemed. Was it the moonlight or something else? Then there was nothing for a while. Then just a flash, and then again it was gone. Was I hallucinating? Again we saw it, and then the sound of a motor. It looked like something that I couldn’t really make out was coming. The light got brighter, and when the light wasn’t in our eyes, we could see people in a big rubber raft coming towards us, and in less than a minute it was beside us.

A big man grabbed my arm. He didn’t say anything, and just pulled me right out of the water, sliding me into the rubber raft. Another guy grabbed Gabriel. I was sobbing, out of control, like an angel had come down to save us. Like I’d gotten another chance at life.

“You’re ok now.” is the only thing he said, before starting the little outboard motor again.

“Wait,” I said, still sobbing “Our friend Joe is out here somewhere.”

“He’s on the ship,” he said, turning back around, looking ahead, and throttling up the engine. I closed my eyes in disbelief, holding on to Gabriel. We must have thanked them a dozen times, and they’d just nod each time.

We’d learn later that Joe had been pushed the other way when the freighter had hit us. He’d been thrown to the other side of the ship. As the ship had passed right before him, he’d grabbed onto a rope that dangled from the side of it, and held on. Someone had heard his screams, and they’d pulled him on board and he’d told them that we were out there somewhere. They’d slowed the ship a bit, launched the rubber lifeboat, and sent these two men to save us. Joe had come through for us again.

We continued pushing through the water, the engine screaming now, and then many minutes later, still in the fog, we could see the ship’s stern ahead of us. In a few more minutes we’d caught up to the black monster that had crushed us. They threw us a line, and pulled us along side. Then more lines, and we were yanked out of the water, and slowly brought up on deck.

There was Joe, still wet in his life vest, a blanket around him, waiting there for us. I started sobbing again, ran over to him, and grabbed him, just hugging he and Gabriel. They gave us more blankets and took us below. One of the Merchant Marines told us that we were headed to Manzanillo.

Chapter 38 ‘Desolation’

2003-08-08T22:44:00.000-07:00

Chapter 38 ‘Desolation’

We lay there naked on the warm beach soaking in the sun, after taking our morning swim in the ocean. It had become our morning ritual. Afterwards, we’d make breakfast. Yeah, it was always the same, flame broiled fish and fresh fruit that we’d gather each day, but we loved it. The warm sand felt good on my back. I lay there just staring up at the perfect blue sky, and listening to the waves and the breeze blowing through the palm trees. It had been a week since our battle.

We’d heard nothing at all on the radios since then. Joe and Gabriel had taken a trip to survey the island, while I stayed here at the campsite, thinking about my life and writing this diary. The next night they’d returned after finding that the island was now desolate. The goons had all been killed or had left the island. They didn’t know which, although they found plenty of dead goons in the surrounding brush areas. Both the bamboo prison and the encampment were history now. Only ashes remained there, along with some water tanks and propane tanks, still black with soot from the fire. They found the jeep too, parked just off the road, the driver and passengers all shot.

In the coming weeks, we saw ship after ship pass us, although most of the time very far away. We’d transmit on the radios, hoping they were tuned to our channels, but never got a response.

I really wanted to move on, even though this was kind of nice, swimming, eating fruit, catching fish, and sunbathing all day, and having great sex at night, but I missed so much.

We’d even take hikes, visiting the burned out remnants of the bamboo prison and the encampment. Joe would hang out there for hours doing target practice with the dead goon’s guns. Gabriel and I were becoming quite the marksmen too. We’d even thought about repairing and floating two of the now half sunken boats, but they were beyond hope. We’d stripped them for parts though, getting water tanks, and some foodstuffs from them.

Week after week went by. We didn’t even know what day of the week it was, having lost track a long long time ago, or what month it was for that matter. We’d endured storms, with winds we swore would take down our hut, and then very hot spells, where we’d have no wind at all, and we’d be lazy and miserable.

We figured out what seemed to be a freighter schedule. On some days, we’d see ships pass by in the same directions, probably a shipping lane, although it didn’t always happen that way. The storms were getting worse and worse. We had to fortify the hut, as it was ripped apart a couple of times in high winds. One day as we lay there bored to death, we decided we’d build a bamboo boat, maybe better described as a big raft, and paddle out to sea hoping to cross paths with a freighter.

Days later we’d finished building it, floated by empty water tanks we’d taken from the drug runner’s boats before. We’d taken it on some dry runs, and made a sail for it too, although it didn’t work very well unless the winds had really picked up. We’d even taken life vests from the half sunken boats that we’d wear just in case the worst happened. The next day we’d pack it with food and water and whatever else we could carry, and sail or paddle out to where we’d seen the freighters. We caught a lot of fish that day, had a feast that night, and then we called it a day.

At daybreak, we did some final packing, pushed the bamboo boat into the surf, and jumped on. A few minutes later we’d settled in, drifted away, and now could barely make out our campsite in the distance. We were all pretty excited. We’d put the little sail up, and picked up some wind. Joe had told us that there was probably no going back, as the currents would carry us far away, hopefully toward the shipping lanes.

Well an hour later now we kind of figured that we were heading the wrong way. The currents had taken us around the island, past the goons burned out encampment and the half sunken boats, and now pulled us away from the island. We’d had one last chance to paddle in, just past the battle zone, but we let the currents and the wind take us. We had to chance it.

Soon the island had all but disappeared, barely visible on the horizon, and sadly we hadn’t seen any ships. I was glad we had plenty of food though, mostly fruit, and some dried fish. It was getting colder, the sky became ominous, and the winds and surf were picking up.

That night it rained. We took our canvas sail, and used it to collect fresh water, and keep us all dry. We didn’t get much sleep as our little boat, actually more of a raft, was bouncing around a lot. We continued to try the radios, but heard nothing.

The next morning we awoke to stormy skies and huge swells like I’d never seen before. We were going up and down thirty feet or more. Where the hell had we gone? Had we drifted into a storm? This was fucking scary. I felt like a tiny toy in a huge sea. A sea that was angry. Gabriel was seasick and I wasn’t feeling exactly good myself. None of us wanted to eat. It would have been like eating on a roller coaster, or some crazy ride that you couldn’t escape from. We just held on, afraid even to move around. Joe had tied the many crates to the boat pretty well, but we’d lost at least a couple it seemed. The tanks, which acted as our floats below, seemed loose too. If we lost them, we’d be screwed.

The day wore on. It seemed that it would never stop, this hellish ride. Up and down we went like we were on some broken elevator that you couldn’t get off of. The raft was creaking like crazy now. We’d seen some of the distant swells turn into waves, but none of them had hit us yet. I think if they had we’d have been history. This raft, as big as we’d made it, was no match for the waves like the ones we were seeing, let alone, it seemed, for these crazy swells.

That night was pure hell. We couldn’t see anything. The rain was coming down hard now, and the wind was really bad. The swells continued, you could just feel the up and down forces, sometimes very abrupt, like being on an airplane and hitting air pockets. I felt like crying, but after all I’d been through lately, the tears didn’t come. Maybe I was tougher than I thought now. I just lay there holding on and hoping that it might end sometime soon, and tried to think about better times.

We still hadn’t eaten. There was just no way. Besides, we couldn’t see the crates well enough, and our only flashlight had fallen overboard. Still nothing on the radios, how could this be? The raft continued to creak. It seemed to be saying, ‘I don’t know how long I can take all of this?’ I asked Joe how strong the boat was, and he said he didn’t really know. He hadn’t expected anything like this. We just held on afraid to sleep. Gabriel was crying. Joe was just lying there, still and silent. We were all shivering now. It was very wet, cold, and windy. I finally fell asleep; it seemed leaving one bad dream and drifting into another.

Chapter 37 ‘Instigating the Battle’

2003-07-07T22:43:00.000-07:00

Chapter 37 ‘Instigating the Battle’

We’d been hiking for hours now, being very quiet and careful, peering around every turn in the dirt road. The sky was pitch black now, and the wind was blowing like crazy. We could hear chatter on the radio. One of them was calling for some detachment that never seemed to answer. Joe said they were probably calling for the goons that had come for us. Hopefully they’d think they were still out of range and overlook it, but then this camp wasn’t as far away as the bamboo prison was, and we’d routinely heard them on the radios most nights. They generally talked in codes too, but we heard them say three AM a few times. Joe said that that was when the drug boats were expected.

Gabriel had her Uzi rifle, and Joe and I had Bushmasters. Joe carried the RPG’s and we all carried extra grenades, water, and food. I’d never felt this ready for a battle. I didn’t even seem to care that my life was in so much danger, and that I could be dead soon. I’d just gotten used to it now. I was numb, and just felt like we had to do whatever it took to survive this isle of hell. These fuckers had originally come after us, blowing up our boat, imprisoning, torturing, and raping us, and now were trying to take us out for good. I wanted them all dead in the worst way.

Around another turn in the road, and we saw flickering lights in the distance, kind of bouncing around. According to Joe, we were still too far from the encampment, so it had to be a vehicle. It was approaching quickly, so we jumped into the brush and lay low till it passed. It was a jeep with at least four of them inside, all with rifles, going very fast. Our guess; they had to be going to find the three we’d taken out. Yeah, I was very glad we’d all taken this little trip together. After they were out of sight, we resumed our hike towards the encampment. We could hear them on the radio clearly now. They sounded like they were at war. Squads here, detachments there, the radios were very busy now.

Further down the dirt road now, we saw the encampment. It was well lit, and like Joe had said, much bigger than the bamboo prison we’d blown up a week or more ago. There were four towers on this one, one at each corner, and like the last, all built with bamboo. They seemed to sway in the heavy wind. A couple of guards in each of them, this time looking very alert. There were searchlights on each one too, aimed down at the ground though.

We left the roadway, and carefully moved through the brush towards the coastline. Joe said we’d wait there till it got later and things settled down. Well, if they did. There was more movement on the roadway behind us now, guys running somewhere. Then a while later, we heard someone yelling on the radio.

“Nowhere, they nowhere here.” we could barely make out. Then a closer, very clear, transmission, “Find them. Damn it. Kill them or we kill you.” and that was it for a while. Well, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Yeah, I was glad we’d pursued this little mission and not stayed back there as sitting ducks.

An hour went by, then another. We’d close our eyes and take cat naps. The wind was still blowing hard which we figured was good for us. We ate a little, and I fell asleep again.

Joe was shaking me, waking me up. He pointed out to sea.

“Look!” he whispered, moving his head closer to me, still pointing.

I grabbed Gabriel, waking her up, and showing her.

There they were, the two boats. Large ones from what we could make out heading this way. Yeah, it was three in the morning. It was sprinkling, actually almost more of a fine mist, the wind still blowing hard, and now it was cold. Joe would fire the rockets, missing most of the boat, he said, so that they had the potential to retaliate, and Gabriel and I would cover him. As soon as he’d fired a couple, we’d high tail it out of there. We’d have to be very fast, and watch our backs. I was shaking again, not sure I was cut out for this military lifestyle we’d gotten ourselves into. Gabriel looked scared too. She looked at me, saying good luck girl. I did the same, squeezing her.

Joe carefully moved us closer to the encampment, just outside of the well-lit area, as the attention was on the incoming boats. He wanted to make sure that they thought the rockets were coming from the goons, and not some Gestapo group in the brush. The two boats were closer now, visible only by their running lights. They were talking on the radio, and sounded almost like they knew each other well. Well, we hoped they didn’t know each other too well, not enough to really trust each other anyway. If this thing were to work, there would have to be the potential for some mistrust.

Both of the boats were very close to the dock now, approaching very slowly. Joe readied the rockets as he lay there in the brush. Gabriel and I kept an eye out in every direction. Joe fired the first, and quickly the second. Both boats were on fire in seconds, and lots of gunfire immediately erupted from both of them, just like we’d hoped. We heard a few of the goons at the encampment yelling, and waving their hands, as if to tell the guys on the boats, that it hadn’t been them, but it was of no use. We saw a couple of them get shot, and fall to the ground below.

It got really crazy, with the guys on the encampment having to fire back to save themselves. On and on it went, but neither of the boats had fired a rocket at the bamboo fortress, that we’d hoped so much for, so Joe readied another. He aimed it at the encampment and fired away. Wow! Nice explosion and the beginning of a huge fire that lit us up as well.

We lay real low, the fire getting bigger by the second, and then crawled away through the brush, till we were out of the brightness. Like last time we hung out a ways from the blaze, just to watch. I guess it would have been safer to keep going, but this was way too cool. The gunfire was intense. Some of the men from the sinking boats were now on the dock, firing up at the compound. A lot of them on both sides were going down. This was a bad assed battle, and we loved it.

On and on it went, their fortress burning like crazy now, and then you’d hear ammo exploding. Then a huge explosion, like a fuel tank or something, and the sky lit up like it was daylight. We moved further away, as so many of them were running into the brush now. The radio was going crazy. They were calling for backup, but we heard nothing from anyone in response. Then two goons, we hadn’t seen, off to the side of us, were coming right at us and firing. Joe fired a few shots, and Gabriel and I more. They both went down. We moved further away. I’d never been this high before. This was so fucking scary, but so damned exciting. I just hoped I’d live to tell someone.

The blazing guns had subsided. It looked like everyone from the boats were dead, most of them lay on the dock and in the shallow water on the beach. We didn’t see many of the goons either though. A few sat around, looking pretty battle torn, smoking cigarettes. A few still moaning from injuries that would probably die.

A few minutes later there was another boat on the horizon, and within minutes it was clearly visible. It was another big boat moving very fast toward us. Still a ways out, it fired rockets that hit nothing but the already burned encampment. It got closer racing towards shore. The goons that had sat around afterwards, the ones that could still move that is, fled into the brush, while a bunch of heavily armed thugs were jumping off the boat now at the dock next to the other mostly sunk ones, and coming ashore. Time to get the fuck out of here, we figured, and we moved toward the road, to head back.

As we retreated we heard continuing gunfire for quite some time. The radios were silent, and the sky was getting brighter. Like last time, we could see the smoke from the still burning structures in the distance.

Chapter 36 ‘War Stories’

2003-06-06T22:41:00.000-07:00

Chapter 36 ‘War Stories’

It was almost daybreak when we were awoken suddenly. Joe had made it back. I’d never been so happy to see someone in my life. I grabbed him, Gabriel too, and we all just held each other. It was like he’d gone off to fight some foreign war, and had now returned home.

“Where have you been, and what happened?” I said, as my tears welled up.

Joe had gotten lost. It turned out that there were a few dirt roads on the island, and he’d run into more goons on the way that he’d managed to avoid. He said that there was a second encampment across the island from the bamboo prison, much closer to us, on a bit of a peninsula, with a larger and longer dock. He said that it looked even bigger than the bamboo prison had been, with a lot more men. He figured he’d never have taken them all out, without getting killed himself, so he’d just hung out in the woods, listening to the two-way radio, thinking.

“They have two boats coming, expected very late tomorrow night,” he went on. “It’s a big load of narcotics they’re bringing for resale to some big drug lord.”

Joe figured he’d go back and hideout on the coast near the big dock, and wait for the boat. Then he’d fire RPG’s at the boats, making the guys on the boats believe that the goons were ambushing them. Maybe they’d fire back, and have an all out war. Yeah, I liked the way Joe thought. This could be really mettlesome. I loved it.

Joe spent the rest of the day sleeping after we’d cooked him some fish, and satisfied his voracious appetite. Gabriel and I decided we’d go with him. I couldn’t send him out there by himself again, and after hearing his plan, I wanted to see it all first hand.

Late afternoon now, and Joe had awoken. He told us that it wasn’t happening, when we insisted on tagging along on this mission. We just looked at him, as if we weren’t going to accept no for an answer. Besides it was just as dangerous hanging out at the campsite as it was a matter of time before the goons would return again.

Well, return again they did. It was getting darker now, and very windy, but at least the rain had stopped. We’d strapped on our backpacks, stolen from the dead guys, loaded our weapons, and had just started out, when Joe motioned for us to duck and take cover. It looked like three of them moving very slowly, rifles readied. Yeah, these guys were here to make damned sure we were history this time. They seemed like they knew their shit, moving like tigers, approaching their prey, although I was amazed they hadn’t heard us. One of them looked through binoculars, but luckily didn’t see us hiding there. If we were to take them out, it would have to be really quick.

Joe nodded at each of us, aimed his rifle, and fired. Gabriel and I did the same. It was so fast, yet seemed to take forever. They’d gotten a few shots off as they fell, but luckily never saw us in time. I was shaking, in shock. I’d never killed anyone before. Well maybe before at the bamboo prison, but I didn’t really know for sure. I felt sick, like I was going to pass out. Joe told me to keep it together, that there might be more, although in the end, it was just the three of them.

Still shaking, and feeling like I was hallucinating, we took their weapons and stuff, and dragged them to one of our traps, and dropped them in. I felt very lucky to be alive, and very ready to take on our little mission. I wouldn’t have stayed there any longer for the world. Yeah, I had known that they’d be back, and was just glad the timing was so perfect.

It was much darker now, and getting very windy. A few more raindrops fell as we headed off into the woods.

Chapter 35 Building Our Fortress

2003-05-05T22:40:00.000-07:00

Chapter 35 Building Our Fortress

Joe woke me up. It was getting lighter out. I was cold and still groggy. I grabbed Joe, and kissed him. This is so fucked, I told him, I was sick of it all. I pondered going back to the states and hanging with Wicked and the guys. I wanted real food again. Fast food, good restaurants, you name it. I missed it all. The shit I’d grown up with. I wanted a motorcycle too. Yeah, a Harley. I’d just cruise the country looking for new adventures. I wanted to key my radio, with the hope that someone would hear us, and come to rescue us but that could prove a bad idea. If the goonies heard us they’d know we could hear them. Besides, these things weren’t good for any distance anyway.

“Time to move on”, he said, bringing me back to this hellish reality. We could still see lingering smoke in the distance. The bamboo prison still smoldering. I felt like we’d accomplished something, but how many of them were still there?

We were really thirsty, so we headed inland to look for water. It rained a lot on the island, so there were usually places you could find water. In an hour we’d found some. I cleaned my cuts and filled our canteens. Then we moved on.

It took us another few hours, but we finally got back to where we’d left Gabriel. She’d never looked so happy.

“God, I was sure you guys were dead,” she said.

We filled her in while we headed back to our camp. Joe said we’d better think about moving, and rebuilding another camp.

We spent the next few days moving our stuff about a mile further down the coast.
In the next week we built another hut, but this time with a trap door that connected to a tunnel that Joe was building below. If we were ambushed, we’d drop down into the tunnel that had a door that you’d never guess was there. We built an elaborate system of traps too, better than the last ones, that would give us plenty of warning the next time someone showed up in the middle of the night.

Gabriel’s leg was healing, and things were ok again. Yeah, if you didn’t think about our enemy out there somewhere, thing were ok.

Well, another week later it happened. We all woke to a loud explosion. Were we still alive? Were we still here? Yeah, I felt myself. They’d missed us; we’d have been dead if there aim had been better. They’d found us again though, and must have been fired the rocket from some distance, as the traps hadn’t stopped them.

Then another, this time even closer. We ripped open the trap door, and dove through it jumping down into our tunnel room below, where we kept most of our supplies. Joe told us to stay put, grabbed an AR-15 and climbed out through another entrance.

There was another explosion, again missing our hut, then gunfire. It all went on for what seemed an hour. Gunfire back and forth, we couldn’t always tell who was firing what, or where anyone was, but eventually it seemed to lessen.

Probably an hour later now, and Joe returned. He was bleeding; his arm grazed by a gunshot, but said he was ok. He said they’d retreated, but he thought at least one of them had fallen into one of our traps, as he’d heard one of them yelling like the last guys had, when they’d met their unfortunate fate.

We climbed out of the tunnel and checked out our hut. From what we could see in the darkness, it looked like it was pretty shot up. Then we checked the traps. It turned out to be more than one goon that had met his nasty fate. Three of them had fallen into our holes, been bitten by the snakes, and were lying there dead.

Joe was like a man on fire. He decided, that at daybreak, he’d hike the ten miles back to their camp, or whatever was left of it, and fire off some more rockets. He was pissed and wanted to let them know that we could still fuck with them. Before this, we’d only had a few more grenades that Joe wouldn’t have wasted, but kindly enough, the dead men replenished us. We snagged their rifles too. He’d also found a road near our camp that he’d take this time that he figured might get him there faster. The coast route had been a nightmare for us, and now we were even further away. We hung out till daybreak, unable to sleep, and then Joe kissed us goodbye, and was off.

Gabriel and I spent the day fishing, and broiling our catch. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joe though. Yeah, I was in love with the guy, and I was worried sick about him. He was a man’s man, and out there on a mission, a mission to save our butts.

We kept our rifles close. I wasn’t going down without a fight. If they popped up again, and tried to take us out, I’d fire my Bushmaster Baby, as I called it, until I was dead. Yeah, this sucked. They knew where we were now, although we were never sure how many there were, and how many had left to return again. They probably never expected to lose three more guys. Yeah, there might be more of them the next time. I’d almost bet that they’d bring everyone, determined to wipe us out. I kind of wished I’d gone with Joe, but he’d insisted he could work better alone.

That night we decided to sleep on the beach, down a ways from our new camp. We weren’t taking a chance of being ambushed again. We figured that Joe wouldn’t be back till sometime tomorrow, as he had twenty miles to cover getting there and back. The radios were dead. Nothing. Although, we hadn’t heard much since we’d moved to our new camp last week. Gabriel and I took turns sleeping, although at one point both of us fell asleep.

We woke up in the rain the next morning, so we decided to return to our campsite. We hadn’t heard any explosions that night, and we saw no signs of intruders, and no new bodies in the traps, which was a relief. The rain was coming down pretty hard now, so we just hung out in the hut for the day.

Hours later now, it had turned dark with the heavy cloud cover. The winds were picking up, and the rain was still coming down. I felt so bad just thinking about Joe, stuck out there, hopefully still alive, in this nasty weather. Gabriel and I talked about building a bamboo canoe and paddling out to sea, hoping to find a freighter we could escape on.

I was worried. It had been two days now. Joe should have been back. We stayed in the hut that night, chancing that the goons wouldn’t venture out in this weather. I can’t say I slept well though, but we’d stayed dry.

Chapter 34 The Battle

2003-04-04T22:39:00.000-08:00

Chapter 34 The Battle

We’d been there in the brush for hours now, the wind was still blowing, the surf was pounding, and it was getting darker. Joe was waiting until he felt ready. He’d get himself psyched for this kind of thing, just thinking and preparing himself mentally. He’d get real quiet. It was almost scary. Well, yeah, I was scared.

Some of the goons had gone inside, presumably to eat. The smell of cooking food permeated the air, which kind of sucked, as we were both hungry now. We came to the conclusion that an ambush on our part just wasn’t going to work, but we had to do something. It would eventually be them, or us, that survived, and with no way off the island, we would do anything to win this war.

Joe told me to stay put. He had an idea, and then he was off before I could stop him. Was he crazy, I thought? I stayed real low, and kept my eyes open. I couldn’t slash throats like Joe could, so if someone found me, I’d have to shoot them. Then it would be all over for me, unless, of course, I allowed them to capture me, but I wasn’t going for that again.

It seemed like Joe was taking forever. What the fuck was he doing? I just hoped he was still alive, but then I hadn’t heard any gunfire. It was getting very dark now. Then I smelled smoke, thick dirty, choking, smoke. Then I saw flames, and heard lots of yelling and gunshots. A minute later the whole fucking place was going up. It was like a huge bonfire. Where the fuck was Joe?

Then and blast, and seconds later I saw him running out from beneath the huge inferno carrying more weapons and a heavy black bag. He was covered with blood, and pointed to the forest, motioning for me to go. I ran through the brush till I was far enough away, and then Joe caught up with me and pushed me down into the sand, he lying on top of me. Before I could say a word, he told to me just stay down, and then there was a big explosion that lit the sky. Joe held me in his arms and kissed me telling me he loved me.

“What the fuck happened?” I asked him.

He said he’d found a stash of RPG-7’s. Not that I knew what that was. He said they were rocket-propelled grenades from China. He’d used one to blow up a fuel tank under the bamboo fortress, after he’d set fire to another section. He had more of the grenades in the duffle bag, and more ammo too. He said he’d killed the two guys guarding the stuff, as they spotted him, and was covered with their blood. Fuck, I thought I was the bad assed one. Joe was like a hero to me. A woman could do with a guy like him.

We got up and crawled further into the brush, as the flames were huge now, probably fifty feet in the air, and lit up the whole area. Far enough away now, we lay there watching the place burn. It seemed that most of them had gotten out, and stood there in wonder watching the flames. We weren’t sure that they realized what had caused the fire and explosion. Some of them must have suspected though. We could see a few of them moving into the brush in every direction, including ours, weapons drawn. We crawled further into the brush, now far enough away from the bright light of the huge fire. We could see them moving closer, silhouetted by the flames, so we kept retreating.

We climbed a bit of a hill, which afforded us a pretty good view of the fire and the surroundings. We sat there for a long time, and were getting tired and hungry, and were out of water. Maybe the boat we thought. Maybe they’d left it to see the explosion and fire?

We headed down towards the shoreline, and in a few minutes could see the dock, and the boat still tied there. It seemed that there were more of them on the dock than ever. They were opening crates and yelling on the radio now. Joe fired up our radio, that we’d turned off when we’d gotten close. We could hear them talking to someone far away, about the explosion, and how they needed backup.

Joe said he hated to do it, but he was going to hit the boat. There was no chance of us getting close enough to take it, without being made or being killed in the process. Even if we had gotten to it, and gotten away, and then gone to get Gabriel, and taken off, we were sure that they’d have someone chase us from somewhere. We speculated that this operation was probably bigger than we’d originally figured. Joe had always known that he had plenty of competition out there in the drug business. It was common for rival drug runners to take each other out. Joe had told us that he was a small fish, and had made plenty of friends, so they generally left him alone, but I guess that had all changed.

We moved closer to the dock. Close enough where Joe thought we could hit the boat with another RPG. We’d have to move fast once we’d fired it, as they’d know our location and move fast to take us out. Joe said there were more grenades than he could carry when he’d taken them, so if they’d managed to save some, they probably still had their own stash.

More and more of them had gone down to the dock. At that point, we figured that it was the only thing they had left. Joe readied another grenade and aimed it.

“Ready?” he asked me, “We’ll have to move fast.”

Then he launched it. You could see them look our way, and then a second later the dock and the boat exploded. You could see shit flying everywhere. We turned and ran as fast as we could, staying near the shore, but staying in the brush. It was a bitch. We kept falling, as it was rough terrain, and we were carrying so much. Then we heard rifle fire, lots of it. They were chasing us. Joe fired back, and it looked like a few went down, or maybe just dove for cover, but they kept coming, and so did the bullets, whistling right by our heads.

We found a big boulder, got behind it, and decided to take a stand there. Joe asked me if I could do this?

“Do I have a choice?” I said.

He looked at me, like he was depending on me, and said No.
I guess our advantage was that they were silhouetted by the burning boat and dock. Maybe they didn’t think of that. I hoped not anyway. You could see them get up, run towards us, and then hit the ground again. I started firing at them. I don’t know if I hit any of them in the minutes that followed. I didn’t really want to think about it. I was just doing what Joe told me to do. I guess what we had to do, to save ourselves. I’d look at Joe, thinking this could be the last time I’d be able to. I was numb. I kept reloading and firing.

They’d stopped firing at us. We didn’t know if they’d run out of ammo or what. The flames of their burning fortress had mostly died down, and the dock and boat were about done as well. Maybe it was a good time to get away? Maybe they were repositioning, or even moving closer. It was too dark to see now, there was no moon, so we decided to pull out. We headed away following the coast for a while, but it was tough going in the dark. There were dead trees and jagged rocks everywhere here. I was cold, wet, and tired. And I was thirsty and hungry. We were falling down a lot and getting cut up and bruised, so we moved into the brush and took turns sleeping.

Chapter 33 Back to the Bamboo Prison

2003-03-03T22:37:00.000-08:00

Chapter 33
Back to the Bamboo Prison

The sun had come up briefly that morning, replaced by clouds and fog that had moved in. It was windy, the surf was choppy, and the palm trees made lots of wonderful noise. It felt like a storm was on the way. We had a little breakfast and got ready. Joe grabbed some rope, walked to the trap where the goons had met their fate, and lowered himself into the hole, first shooting the snakes that awaited him. He was pretty emphatic; he’d snagged a couple of Bushmaster AR15’s and more ammo. I felt like we were ready for anything now. That’s what I tried to believe anyway.

We’d take Gabriel as far as she could walk, leaving her in a secluded spot near the beach, with her Uzi, till we got back. We didn’t want her left alone here, in case they came back. Well, if there were any left that is. We just didn’t know. There’d been plenty of communication on the radios that we hadn’t made much of, as the reception was so bad, but we had heard the word weapons a lot. It always sounded like they were yelling too.

Joe had taken camouflaged backpacks from two of the dead guys, that he and I donned as we readied for our trip. He’d snagged another radio too. We’d take one, and leave Gabriel with the other. Not that we’d chance talking on them, but we could certainly listen to them.

Gabriel didn’t feel good about our trip.

“What if they have reinforcements now?” she asked. “Why don’t we just build another camp that they wouldn’t know about” she continued, “And build more traps?”

No, Joe wanted to take care of them once and for all. He wasn’t waiting around for another ambush. We started walking.

We’d gotten about a half a mile. Gabriel was bleeding again; so we found her a good place to hide out, up on a hill next to the beach, and said goodbye to her as we continued on.

A couple of hours later now, we figured we’d walked another 5 miles. The radio was crackling to life. We could clearly hear the goons. It sounded like a lot of them too. Shit, this could be bad. Joe said he wasn’t worried. He knew he could take them out. Sure he could, I thought to myself. We never figured out how they’d gotten to our campsite without us noticing, or how they avoided falling into the traps, the night before. The one entrance from the beach had a wire we’d string up each night, which was never broken, and never triggered the device Joe had built. Yeah, he was good, but how good were they?

Another few miles now, the surf was still pounding, and the wind still howling. The radio chatter was very clear now. We stopped for a drink of water and to rest in some brush by the beach sand, and looked up the coast. In the distance, probably a couple of miles from us, there was a boat. Shit. This meant someone else had joined them. Gabriel might have been correct after all. Maybe they did get reinforcements. I suggested we wait till nightfall, then swim out to the boat, and take it, like we had the last one, but Joe wanted to take them out.

We kept going, staying very close to the tree line. It got kind of rocky, and hard to make much headway, but we went on. There were inlets we had to cross, and snakes we’d run into. We kept a keen eye for anyone, as the radio chatter was crystal clear now. Yeah, there were a lot of different voices.

It had been another hour now, the wind was almost blowing me over, and my boots were wet. We were very close to the dock now. It was covered with white canvas sacks, a goon perched atop one of them. We could see guys on the boat too, holding weapons. I guess taking this boat wouldn’t be as easy or even possible. Guess we’d stick with Joe’s plan.

Then we saw the bamboo prison through the swaying palm trees. We’d never seen it from the outside in the daylight before. It was bigger than I’d remembered, and had a bamboo tower on top with a couple of goons standing up there with rifles. Everything was camouflaged.

Joe had his knife ready. He told me not to fire unless it was absolutely necessary, as they’d all be on us. Yeah, in other words, we’d be dead.

We had to duck real fast, hiding in the brush. Two goons walked right in front of us, both armed with rifles. Joe said they were more of the AR15’s and the Uzi’s. They probably had a lot more ammo than we did too. My heart was beating like crazy. Yeah, I was scared.

As soon as they’d disappeared, we started moving through the brush, circling the prison camp. There were lots of them. A lot more of them now than when we’d been imprisoned there, it seemed. This time we doubted they’d take us prisoner. This time we’d just get shot. Maybe they’d take me and rape me for days before killing me. It was like looking at hell. You had to kill it or be killed.

We continued circling the camp. More goons, just sitting around with rifles, smoking cigarettes. Our guess; they weren’t about to lose any more men or boats. I’d love to know where they thought the boat, we’d stolen from them, was, or what happened to the party that came to our camp. Oh, and you’re probably wondering why I keep calling them goons. Well, it’s just my word for them. They showed no emotion, even when they raped and tortured us; it was just cold, dark, stares. Most of them wore bandanas or hats, and looked like they were born to be evil, like little killing machines.

We figured there had to be at least 50 of them. Maybe more. These weren’t good odds. Joe didn’t care. It seemed like he was on a mission from God. Me, I just wanted to get the fuck out of here. We’d figured there might be a few left, and that we’d wrap this thing up and be back by nightfall, but that wouldn’t be the case. This would be a bloody mission if we were to survive.

Chapter 32 Warfare in the Brush

2003-02-02T22:35:00.000-08:00

Chapter 32 Warfare in the Brush

I couldn’t tell if Joe or Gabriel were hurt. There was just silence. I think all of us were afraid to make a sound. We all wondered if any of us had been wounded, but we stayed there motionless. Then seconds later there were more shots.

“Come out or die.” a man yelled. It sounded like one the goons.

Shit! Joe and Gabriel grabbed the Glock and the CZ75 and lay low. Joe crawled to the edge of our little bamboo hut and peeked through a slit in the canvas. I saw him look back and forth, like he couldn’t see anyone. Then it looked like he finally spotted someone, and he got a shot off. There was a faint moan, and then the sound of a man falling into some brush. Then all hell broke loose. Lots and lots of gunfire, it seemed all from one direction. We had no protection in the hut so we all jumped off the other side and ran into the brush avoiding the traps that Joe had built. Gabriel said she’d been hit, but said she was ok, she thought.

Joe had dug deep holes on every pathway that headed deeper into the brush, and placed sticks and brush on top of them. Deadly snakes would fall into them, their only chance of survival, another creature falling in, and providing some sustenance. The only safe path was the one to the beach. The one we always took.

Well not tonight. Tonight we’d head into the brush. Joe told us to follow right behind him. We did. It was dark as hell, and I really didn’t know how Joe knew where he was going, but he did. This guy knew his shit. Yeah, he’d bragged about it all before. Many times. He’d take great delight in telling us his crazy stories. How he could survive anywhere. How he knew how to kill, what to eat, and how to do just about everything. Yeah, it was a turn on for both of us. I never really believed all of it, but now I think I did. Well, I just hoped he could fix Gabriel up. There was blood all over her leg now.

Yeah, like I said, we followed right behind him, and we’d avoided his traps, but the guys that followed us weren’t so lucky. Even in that darkness, I could see the delight in Joe’s face when we heard the sticks breaking behind us, and the sound of men falling into his holes. We couldn’t even make out what they were saying, but it wasn’t anything nice. Then a couple of shots from inside the hole and more yelling.

We stood there, listening for anyone else that was still behind us. Just silence. The sound of the wind in the palm trees, creatures in the brush, and the subdued sound of men stuck in holes, yelling something.

Gabriel was hanging in there, but said she was getting weaker. Joe ripped off his T-shirt and we made a tunicate. I hated it. I wished it’d been me instead. She said it hurt a lot. I hugged her, and told her to hang in there.

“How deep are those holes?” I asked him.

“Real deep” he replied, and then he told me how there were plenty of snakes in them the last time he’d checked. He’d told us before that you didn’t live long after being bitten by most of the snakes around here. It was one of the reasons he wanted to get the hut built right away when we set up camp.

I knew he’d spent a lot of time, when we set up camp, digging those traps. He’d come back filthy, telling us how he’d climb out using a rope. I’d thought he was crazy, but once again, he’d saved our butts.

We waited a long time. I wanted to get away, but Joe wanted to hang there and just listen. An hour went by, then another it seemed. Then we crept back toward the hut, hoping that they were dead or gone.

When we got to the holes Joe looked in, shining the flashlight inside each of them. Yeah, there were the snakes, and there were two of them, most likely the goons, in the same hole seemingly dead. Well, we weren’t going down to check, but they did have weapons on them that we needed. Joe said they looked like Bushmaster AR15’s which he’d come back for. Too bad they hadn’t seen the snakes and shot them before they’d bitten them. Gee, life’s a bitch. I’m sure they couldn’t see shit when they fell in.

We headed back to the hut, and almost stumbled onto the guy that Joe had shot. He was seemingly dead as well. He had an Uzi 9mm model A on him that Gabriel hastily grabbed from him.

“This is mine now you motherfucker” she yelled and then gave her CZ to me.

Joe looked at her, and just nodded. As if to say, yeah, it’s yours Gabriel. You deserve it. Then he dragged the body to the hole the other goons had fallen into, and dropped him in. Only the snakes looked alive down there. They had quite the feast ahead of them. Joe said he’d go down and get their weapons in the morning and then re-cover the trap.

We went back, and climbed back into our hut and went to work on Gabriel’s wound. She had a bullet graze her leg pretty good, but Joe said she’d be ok. I was still shaking. I’d thought we were dead again that night. Maybe I should give up this crazy lifestyle before I did get killed. Well, we were stuck here for now. I just hoped that we’d encountered the last of the goons. None of us could sleep and Gabriel was in a lot of pain. She wasn’t letting go of her Uzi though. She seemed to have fallen in love with it. Every time we heard anything in the brush we’d freak. I guess we’d known all along that we weren’t safe, but we’d managed not to think about it much. Now it’s all I could think about.

We decided we’d take a trip, following the coastline, as soon as it was light enough. Joe and I would hike the ten miles or so, and go back to the bamboo prison. Gabriel was stuck here for now, unable to walk till her wound healed up. Joe said that it would be better to take the offensive than to continue with our defensive posture. God, he sounded like some military man. Besides, if any of them had gotten away, he said, they’d know right where to come back for us. We were sitting ducks now. We tried to get a little sleep before making our trip back to the bamboo prison. The sky was getting lighter. Morning would be here soon.

Chapter 31 Escaping The Bamboo

2003-01-01T08:47:00.000-08:00

Chapter 31 Escaping The Bamboo

I actually did fall asleep that night. The torture wore on me terribly and I was exhausted. I’d fall asleep each night, raped, beaten, bruised, and mentally worn out. There was really no reason to stay awake. Just slivers of moonlight, shinning through the bamboo, and the sound of the wind whistling through the palm trees above. Once in a while you’d hear some island birds, and other animals. Yes, I wished I were dead. There seemed to be no end to it all, like I’d fallen into the depths of hell, never to escape, unless it was due to them killing us, which they’d promised to do.

But an escape was indeed closer than I knew.

“Janice!” Joe yelled, waking me up.

Joe was outside my cell door, opening it up. I almost didn’t recognize him. It was dark, still the middle of the night, and he looked like a monster covered in blood.

“Let’s go he said!” as he ran down the bamboo walk then yelling at Gabriel.

She’d fallen asleep too after being beaten badly the day before. In a moment we were all on the bamboo walkway following Joe. He said that at least two of them had gotten away, maybe more. We never really knew how many there were. We’d heard some that we never saw. Three of them were dead; including the one we called Goon Boy, who was the absolute worst of them.

“Let me see Goon Boy.” I said.

Joe said we didn’t have time, but I insisted, so Joe led us to where he’d killed the three. There was Goon Boy, his throat slit, lying there motionless. I spit on him, and then kicked his head getting blood on my boots. I was crying, not because I was seeing three dead guys, but because I was still in shock as this had been so emotional.

We decided to escape with some supplies, as we had no idea where we were, and where we were headed. We’d assumed that we were on an island somewhere as there were a lot of them in the area where we’d been sailing before our capture.

We found their foodstuffs in a little candlelit room, and loaded as much as we could carry into some bamboo bags we found there. Then it was back out onto the bamboo walks to find the way out. It was dark and hard to see much of anything. Joe had found a flashlight, but didn’t want to use it for fear the guys that escaped would see us. We finally found a ramp that led down into the grassy sand and then a path that led toward the sound of the ocean. We walked slowly and silently, keeping an eye out for the other goons.

In a couple of minutes we’d reached a dock. There was a boat lured there which looked like the boat that had chased us. Yeah, the one they were on when they blew up our boat. There were all those lights, now as dark as the ocean, that had lit us up in the water that night. This had to be the boat. Joe boarded it, telling us to hang behind till he made sure there was no one on board. A minute later he waved to us, motioning for us to get on board too.

We found a Glock 9mm below, and more food. This was good. Now to get the thing started and make our escape. But, Joe had missed someone. A man popped up and yelled something, shining a light at Joe, a gun in his hand. Gabriel had picked up a CZ75B 9mm herself though, and quickly aimed it at the guy.

“Drop it you fuck,” she yelled.

It seemed they were in a standoff. Then all of a sudden the guy turned and jumped overboard. We rushed to the side of the boat, and looked overboard, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then we heard gunfire in the distance, and whistling bullets flying by our heads. We all ducked, and Joe crawled up to the wheel to try and start the boat. I was convinced we were all dead.

We couldn’t see anyone firing the weapons, but it became more intense, bullets now hitting the starboard side of the boat. Joe finally got the engine started. In a second he’d engaged the prop and throttled up and we were moving pretty damned fast, it seemed, bullets still hitting us from what sounded like a lot of weapons. Then a big explosion right behind us, like a rocket that had been fired, but luckily missed us or gone off prematurely. We kept going. Faster and faster now, the sound of the gunshots fading away.

Gabriel yelled. She said the boat was filling with water. There were bullet holes below the waterline, and water was flooding the cabin below. We turned on the sump pump, but minutes later knew that it wasn’t keeping up. Joe followed the coastline in case we sank. He wanted to get some idea of how big the island was too. He told us we’d get as far as we could and then swim for shore.

Gabriel had found a hand drawn map. It portrayed an island, probably the one we’d been on. It showed a village and a little picture depicting an encampment, and next to it a dock. Yeah, it kind of made sense after we figured out how far we’d gotten, and the direction we’d headed. The scale showed the island to be about ten miles across, about as far as Joe said we’d traveled at this point.

We were slowing down a lot now and getting pretty low in the water. It was a matter of time before we’d have to bail this shipwreck and swim for shore. Joe figured that we’d rounded the island now. The compass showed that we were heading back a little, on the other side now, so this might be as far as we could get from our starting point. Joe steered us toward shore. We’d get as much of the stuff off the boat as we could, and then he’d take the boat out to deeper waters so it could sink out of sight, never to be found, and then swim to back to shore.

The sky was getting lighter now. Gabriel and I made our way to shore with lots of boxes and the many crates of supplies. We sat there on the sandy beach and watched Joe take the boat out to deeper waters, and then eventually he and the boat were out of sight. What was he doing, taking it so far away, and how would he swim this far back to shore? I was worried. We decided to drag the crates and boxes into a wooded area just in case someone came looking.

It had been a long time now and Joe hadn’t returned. We never thought about currents or sharks. Yeah, these weren’t the friendliest waters, from what Joe had always told us. When we’d swum off Joe’s boat, in the past, he’d always keep the spear gun close at hand, and a watchful eye on the water around us. Gabriel would only swim at our island beach. She’d lie there in the shallow water, and we’d all get horny watching her. Yeah, those were good days, and not so long ago. Why couldn’t it all have lasted forever?

We started opening the crates and boxes. Wow, there were blankets, more food, flashlights, and even a two-way radio that we turned on. I played with all the knobs and buttons, yeah I like that stuff, but we heard nothing but static. Gabriel and I lay back and held each other. We’d been separated through our entire imprisonment, and it felt so good to have her in my arms again.

It seemed an hour had gone by. We were so worried. I didn’t want to loose Joe to the sea, like we had lost The Kid, so long ago it seemed. Yeah, we missed The Kid so much sometimes.

Then we heard a distant voice out on the beach. It was Joe. We yelled back, almost crying, as I was so happy to hear him. He got closer in the darkness, and found us there in the brush.

He said he’d jumped off a ways out, and had left the boat heading out to sea, engines running, till it sank. He said he called in a Mayday with incorrect coordinates, so if the goons were listening they’d think we’d sunk somewhere way out at sea. Yeah, just as we had speculated, Joe had encountered currents. He figured that when he’d gotten back to shore he was a good distance from where he’d dropped us off. He’d walked back calling our names every minute or so, and had thought we’d disappeared or been ambushed again, until he saw the tracks we’d made dragging the crates to shore.

The sun was coming up now. We’d found lots of food in the boxes, and lots of fruit on the trees that surrounded us. An hour later we were full, which was really nice, as we’d been starving for weeks now. Joe and I had sex, and then I had sex with Gabriel. We ate some more, and fell asleep there in the brush.

We woke up, early afternoon now, to the sound of the two-way radio crackling. Someone was yelling about something. It sounded like the goons, but the signal was too weak to really make it out. Something about weapons, but it was hard to tell. Well, this was good. If the signal got stronger, and we could make it out, we’d know the remaining goons were getting closer. Who knows if they even had a vehicle? We did take their only boat that we knew of, but who knew for sure. We’d taken off our jeans and T-shirts, our only clothes, and washed them in the ocean, as they were filthy after being worn for weeks during our imprisonment. Joe said he was getting horny again, watching us parade back and forth on the beach, clad only in our panties. That night Joe would have sex with both of us. It was great to be having sex with a guy we cared about, after being raped so frequently in the bamboo jail.

The insects were pretty bad that first night. We checked all the crates and found some repellent, which helped a lot. There were all sorts of other creatures though. It was almost better sleeping back in my bamboo cell. At least it was many feet above the jungle-like floor we were sleeping on now. We’d take turns sleeping, someone always on the lookout, not just for the enemy, but for snakes and creatures that could harm us.

The next day we built ourselves a bamboo floor, about five feet off the ground. Then we built a bamboo roof and lay a piece of camouflaged canvas we got from the cases above it. We covered everything with brush to hide ourselves. We’d catch fish everyday, and only cook during the day to insure no one would see a fire at night. Joe had built traps around our little camp that would alert us if someone approached. He never told us how they worked, but warned us to stay far away from them.

We’d found lots of ammo, that did us little good, and a solar panel in one of the cases that we used to charge the radio and flashlights. Once in a while the radio would crackle to life, and we’d hear what sounded like the goons on it. Sometimes it sounded pretty clear, so we assumed they were closer, but then the voices would fade away again.

A few times we’d see freighters pass by in the distance. Afraid to try and contact them with the radios, risking the goons might hear us, we remained silent.

We’d been there about a week now, and we were pretty happy with this island life. Each day we’d tell stories, run on the beach, swim, and catch fish. Joe hadn’t heard about all of our adventures, so we’d tell him more each day. Said he’d actually heard about this guy Rex. Said he thought he was moving drugs too.

It made me remember all of them. Not just The Kid, but Lucy, Lucinda, Jake, his friend Snide the Snake, and his brother Wicked Wally, and Tank Ass too. I wished I could forget the bad ones. Karen and Jason, Garga, and lest we forget Rex. Rex Rude, what an asshole. He should have died, not The Kid. To think that they’d been lovers once. Yeah, so many others too. It all seemed so long ago.

Then, one night, we were abruptly woken in the middle of the night. There were men outside our bamboo hut. I guess the traps that Joe had built hadn’t worked. Who the fuck was there? Then there were gunshots, a bunch of them. Bullets flew everywhere. Was this the end for us?

Chapter 30 Bamboo Imprisonment

2002-10-10T08:46:00.000-07:00

Chapter 30 Bamboo Imprisonment

I don’t know what happened. I was lying on a bamboo floor now, with bamboo walls, and a bamboo ceiling. There was daylight coming through the cracks in the bamboo. I couldn’t make out a door, or an entrance, or way to get out. I guess I was in a bamboo cell of some kind. I was hungry and very groggy. I fell asleep again.

I woke up to Joe’s voice. Joe sounded like he was close, but I couldn’t see him. He was telling someone, probably Gabriel, that they’d dropped a concussion device into the water that knocked us all out, than taken us to this bamboo jail.

I yelled out his name, and he told me to come close to the bamboo wall, so we could talk.

He told me that we were all locked up, and that Gabriel had already been questioned, beaten, and raped. Shit, this was bad. He said he hadn’t seen the other guys that were with us.

I lay there looking at the bits and pieces of light shining through the cracks, feeling the bamboo on my back. I was in disbelief. How could this have happened, and where were we? I heard nothing but creaking bamboo, wind, and birds above us.

Well, I guess my cell did have a door. The next thing I knew, some fuck was opening it, and motioned for me to follow him. He walked me across a bamboo walkway, supported by more than ten feet of bamboo below, which kept us above the wet marshy looking sand this little prison was built on. He took me to a room and gave me some water and a roll. When I finished it, he slapped me, and told me to tell him everything I knew. I told him what I knew, which wasn’t much, just that I’d been hanging with Joe for the last few weeks, and living on the boat they’d blown up. He wanted people’s names, and all sorts of information that I had no knowledge of, and when I told him that I knew nothing more; he motioned for some goon to come and get me.

Goon Boy, as we came to call him, a big, ugly, Asian guy, took me to a bamboo cage that was half submerged in water, and ordered me inside. The water was cold, and he just watched me for a while, after he’d locked me inside. There was a pulley and rope above that could lower or raise the cage. Yeah, this could suck.

Sure enough the cage started lowering. Goon Boy was cranking this big old iron device connected to the rope. The water level was rising. Hmmmm. What could I do?

“You need to tell me everything.” he barked.

I told him that I’d told him everything I knew. He didn’t believe me, and continued to lower the cage, the ceiling now just a few feet above the water. Down and down it went, now just inches above the water. I was screaming, telling him that I’d told him everything I knew, and then, seconds later, I was underwater, and unable to breath.

I thought; this might be the end. What a bad way to die. Drowning couldn’t be pleasant. I was still holding my breath, it seemed for over a minute, and then I felt that I was being raised, and then there was air, although just and inch or so. I gasped for breath, glad that I was alive. He walked away leaving me there to continue to hold myself above the water as best I could. I could feel fish or something swimming around me below. If I could break out through the bamboo, I could possibly escape, but the bamboo wouldn’t budge.

Some time later Goon Boy came back, and raised the cage out of the water, and ordered me out. I was freezing now. He took me into another room where he tied me, still soaking wet, to a bamboo bed of some kind, and then he raped me, the whole time spitting on me and slapping me. When he was finished he took bamboo spears of some kind and pressed them into my nipples. I screamed, but he kept pushing them harder, sometimes twisting them. This was hell. Finally after a long time, my nipples bleeding now, he stopped, untied me and took me back to my bamboo cell.

I told Joe what he’d done. Joe said they’d done the same to Gabriel, and had taken him to a room where they’d beaten him pretty badly too. I was cold, hungry, and tired, and fell asleep, my nipples still bleeding, in a lot of pain.

The next morning they gave me a cup of water, and some rolls. After I’d eaten, some other guy took me to a room and raped me. I cried the whole time, but he kept telling me to shut up while he slapped me and continued to rape me.

Day after day went by. Sometimes they’d tie us up real tight and whip us real bad, and then toss us in saltwater so it would burn. Other days they’d all just rape us.

They told us that this would continue until we told them what we knew. They said it would get worse and worse, and that we’d wish we were dead. I think I did wish I were dead. The torture got worse and worse. They’d poke my nipples with the bamboo spikes every day until they’d bleed, and then put salt water on them and they’d sting like crazy. They just watch me in so much pain, and laugh and laugh at me.

One night they took Gabriel away, and beat her real bad. When they brought her back, she was really messed up, and hardly able to walk. Her tormentor told her that they’d kill us all soon unless we talked.

The next day Joe told me that he’d lifted a knife while they’d taken him for his daily beating. His tormentor had to leave for a few minutes when another of them had yelled for him to come quick, and he’d left the knife on the table. He said the guy came back and never noticed it was missing. Then he told me that he was going to try and cut his way out of his cell, escape in the middle of the night, and slash all of their throats. Yeah, Joe had told me many times that he was well trained in martial arts, but the problem was, these guys were well trained too. Said he could always tell, what kind of training a guy had had just by the way he walked.

The next night Joe whispered to me through the bamboo wall, just like we did every night. He said he’d cut the bamboo ties enough to escape from his cell. He told me to stay awake, and that he was going to wait until he figured that they were asleep, slip out of his cell, and kill them all.

Chapter 29 Life on the Yacht

2002-09-09T08:44:00.000-07:00

Chapter 29 Life on the Yacht

It was dark now, and Joe came down to get us. We all boarded, and he paid some guy to take his car and stash it somewhere for a few months. He fired up the engines, and minutes later we were sailing out of the Patpong port.

Well, this was some boat. Joe made us feel like royalty. We were sailing for someplace that would stay unknown to Gabriel and I. Joe said it was better than we didn’t know much, in case we were stopped. Once he was sure that we weren’t followed, and the lights of Patpong harbor were far far away, he broke out the good stuff. Opium, hash, the best vodkas, well you name it, Joe had it. We got pretty wasted, and were all getting very friendly. Joe still had his jeans on, but man, what a bulge in them. The guy appeared to be hung like a horse. He finally unzipped his jeans, and out popped one very large cock. A guy could do some real damage with that.

Well, that’s just what he did. Gabriel and I shared Joe all night. He had us so sore, by the time the sun rose, I couldn’t walk. Yeah, but I loved it. I hadn’t come so many times in one night in my life. One of Joe’s buds made us breakfast, we did some fishing, and then all fell asleep.

Later that day, we awoke to the sounds of another boats horn. Looking out a porthole, I could see another yacht approaching. One of Joe’s buds was on the radio; it seemed with the captain of the other boat. A minute later they’d hooked up, and were moving bags from one boat to the other. Then, as fast as they’d hooked up, they were off, and so were we. We spent the day watching movies, eating, and drinking, while we headed east to somewhere Joe wouldn’t divulge, and fell asleep later that night.

The next morning we woke to find ourselves anchored in a little secluded inlet on some deserted island. The guys were fishing, drinking beer, and telling jokes. We joined them on deck, and I asked Joe, what happened now? He said he couldn’t tell us, but let us know that any time we really wanted off somewhere, it would be ok with him. Well, we liked this little life at sea. We couldn’t think of a reason to leave, so we stayed there with Joe for weeks. We’d hook up with other boats every few days, move bags around, sail into some ports once in awhile, and then come back to our deserted island. It was some life, and Joe was some lover. The other guys had girlfriends in some of the ports, and would bring their girls out with us once in a while.

One night an alarm in our yacht’s radar system went off, waking us all up. The guys scrambled up on deck, guns loaded, and looked through night vision binoculars. They whispered that a boat was approaching with its lights off, which wasn’t a real good sign. They lay there on deck for a while, and told us that the boat had stopped about 100 yards away, just outside our little inlet. One of the guys told us they could see men on the other boat with rifles and binoculars. Joe told me to go back down below and get a rocket launcher he’d shown me before. I did, and brought it back up to him.
It seemed like we all just waited there forever in the pitch darkness of the night. They looking at us, and us at them. One of the guys heard some movement in the water below us, and motioned for Joe. Then they saw him; a guy right below us, in a wetsuit, with a gun. One of the guys blew him away just as he was raising his gun. Then all hell broke loose. There were incoming bullets, fired from the other boat. We all got down, and Joe readied the rocket launcher, aimed it, and fired. The other boat exploded, lighting up the night. We heard screaming, and then more explosions. The guys pulled anchor, fired the engines up, and we were gone, lights still off, all the while firing into the waters, to make sure any survivors wouldn’t hit us as we exited our little inlet. Joe was on the radio, yelling to someone about what had happened.

“Make sure that fucking scrambler is on.” one of the guys yelled. Joe said it was.

They transmitted back and forth for a long time as we headed out to sea, away from our little deserted island. There were a lot of different voices, all sounding very concerned. Someone they’d been talking to said they showed nearby boats on their radar too, approaching slowly, again with the lights off. Joe told them not to chance it, and blow them up while they had the chance, but seconds later, they came back, telling Joe, and the others, that they’d been hit by a missile of some kind, and they were sinking. Then they were gone. This was bad.

Twenty minutes later, the radar went off again. There was yet another boat following us at a high rate of speed with it’s lights off. Joe said we couldn’t outrun them, so we stopped and readied the rocket launcher again. But before we could even aim it, we were hit, and our boat was on fire and breaking up. We all donned life preservers and jumped overboard. The other boat rocketed towards us, firing up big lights. When they got close they stopped right beside us, with their very bright lights blinding us. There were a bunch of men with guns aimed at us. Then someone dropped something into the water, the last thing I remembered.

Chapter 28 Escaping Our Imprisonment

2002-08-08T08:43:00.000-07:00

Chapter 28 Escaping Our Imprisonment

Mr. Wang was getting sloppy. He’d leave us at the house, with the other girls, for hours sometimes. We never knew when he’d return, and we knew if we did leave, and were caught, the mob had promised that we’d face death.

One day an American guy he knew, named Joe Rock, came to visit him. Tall, dirty-blonde, well built, well let’s just say he wasn’t bad looking at all, and he had one very large bulge in his jeans. I wouldn’t have minded sleeping with the guy, but Wang never had us service him. They were doing some drug deals, but to be honest, it didn’t sound like they really liked each other that much.

Another day, when he visited, we talked to him a little, while Wang was taking a shower. Said he had a yacht down in the harbor that his boys used for business, whatever that was. He invited us down to see it, but we told him we’d have to get Wang’s permission.

When Wang returned from his shower, we asked him if it’d be ok, but he got real pissed, probably jealous, and told us that we were his prisoners, and were not allowed to leave for any reason. Joe Rock gave us a look, like ‘too bad girls’, and then they got into some business dealings, and Joe left.

A few days later Joe visited again. I could tell he liked us. He routinely gave us hugs when he’d visit, and usually brought gifts for us. Opium too. At one point Wang went to use the bathroom, and Joe quietly asked us if we wanted to get the fuck away from Wang. We told him our predicament, but he told us not to worry, he’d figure something out. He told us to be ready to escape, the next time he visited. Wow, this was great. We both kissed him, and then went to the other room so Wang would never think anything was up. We heard Joe leave, after he and Wang had smoked some opium and wrapped up a deal. A couple of minutes later, Wang came in. He was ready for another ball busting. Fine with us. It gave me great pleasure.

A week later Joe Rock returned for another business deal with Wang. They sat in Wang’s living room and had drinks. Wang always insisted on this, and liked to talk for a while, before finishing the deal. We noticed that Wang was getting real sleepy for some reason. Minutes later he’d passed out. Joe sat there a minute watching Wang, and then gave him a couple slaps, apparently to make sure that he was asleep. He told us he’d drugged Wang so he could get us out, and fuck him in the business deal at the same time. Gabriel and I were ecstatic. We said goodbye to the girls, who looked very confused, grabbed our stuff, ran out, and jumped in Joe’s car. This was too much. We were free, at least free from Wang, which was a very good thing.

Joe Rock drove for a while, making sure we weren’t tailed, and then a while later we’d reached the docks. We parked next to a big yacht. It’s name ‘Joe’s Rock’, was painted on the back. Wow. This guy had some bucks! Joe told us to stay in the car till it got dark. He didn’t want to chance anyone, including the mob, knowing our whereabouts. Well, it was a matter of time before Wang and the mob would come looking for us. Joe told us that Wang probably had no idea that he had the yacht or where he hung out, but it wouldn’t take them long to figure it all out. People in those circles talked, and if you fucked them, they’d fuck you back harder, usually with a bullet to the head. Joe told us that we’d sail that night, after some of his buddies had returned.

Chapter 27 Working in Patpong

2002-07-07T08:43:00.000-07:00

Chapter 27 Working in Patpong

A week later we were in Patpong, a section of Bangkok where there are numerous x-rated bars. Mr. Osaka had hooked us up with a Mr. Chow, the mob boss that ran a big section of the underworld there in Patpong, and all the topless nightclubs as well. He’d been at the dock waiting for us himself, and told us that he was there to make sure we didn’t get away again, like it was our fault or something.

An hour or so later we were at one of his clubs, ‘Dark World’, that he described as his nastiest club, with his best-looking women. The clients paid well there, but expected everything including lots of sadomasochism. We would work off our dept there, he said, but gave us no indication of how long that would take. He introduced us to the other girls, all Asian, and showed us our room, upstairs, telling us that we were not allowed to leave for any reason. Basically we were prisoners till our dept was paid off.

That first night he had us dancing on stage, together. The men there seemed to take a great interest in us, as we were new, and American. Gabriel and I were expected to service at least ten men a night, and we generally did. Many of them took great delight in slapping us around, choking us, and basically being very abusive, although they gave us pretty good tips too.

One night I was introduced to a Mr. Wang. He supposedly paid the club a lot of money, to keep me for the entire night. We sat for a while; having drinks, and then told me he was ready to fulfill his fantasy. I took him upstairs, where Chow had a dozen or so rooms outfitted with lots of psychedelic lights, mirrors, and a mattress, for these private parties. I closed the door, and Mr. Wang promptly took off his clothes, lay on the cement floor, and asked me to kick him in the balls.

He had a huge erection, and was shaking with excitement. I stood above him, with my black leather boots on. He lay there seemingly in ecstasy, looking up at me, as if I were a goddess. I asked him if he was ready, and he nodded. I slowly pulled back my leg and then gave him a good kick to his balls. He moaned in agony, and then after a minute told me to continue. Another kick to Mr. Wang’s balls, and he moaned again lying there in agony, well ecstasy I should say.
“More”, he begged, and I kicked him again, then again. Mr. Wang was going crazy, telling me to do it harder and harder, so I did. I thought I’d kill the guy I was kicking him so hard, but he loved it. This went on for a quite some time, all the while he telling me to kick harder and faster, as he lay there on the hard cement floor in agony. Finally, as I kicked him even harder, he came all over himself, and lay there telling me that he loved me.

Gabriel told me about a client she had had, the same night, that gave her lots of drinks. He’d taken her upstairs, gotten into a bathtub, and told her to pee on him, and into his mouth. He’d sit there, covered with her pee, giving her more drinks, so that she’d pee even more. Sometimes they’d want to do that to us too which really sucked.

This shit was getting old. One particularly bad night, I’d asked Mr. Chow when our dept was going to be paid. He laughed, telling me I had a long long way to go, and telling me not to complain, or he’d hook me up with some very nasty clients, or that I could even end up dead, in one of his dungeons.

This was too much. We had to find a way to escape, but we had no access to a phone, and my computer was back in Tokyo with some guy named Cho Ng, who had been getting messages to me once in awhile.

The next time Mr. Wang came in for his ball busting, I pretended that I was crazy about him, and that he should take me home with him. He didn’t say anything that night, but then next time I saw him, he said he was thinking about it, and would talk to Chow, about buying me, and maybe Gabriel, as I told him we needed to be together. Besides, he got a lot better ball torture, when it was Gabriel and I, both kicking him.

A few days later, Chow told us to pack our stuff, as we’d been sold to Mr. Wang. He told us that if we left Wang before he decided it was time, the mob would find us and kill us. Fine with us. We’d figure something out, and I was real tired of getting slapped around by his clientele anyway.

The next day we were in Mr. Wang’s car, headed out of Patpong, and into the outskirts of Bangkok, where he lived. It was great to be out of the Dark World club, and away from Chow, the filthy pig that he was.

It was a nice enough house, and he had a couple of very young girls that cooked and cleaned for him that lived there too. They had to work in their underwear all day, as that’s the way he liked it. He told us that they’d be there to serve us too, which worked for us. The girls spoke no English so we just smiled a lot.

They made us a delicious meal that night, and then Mr. Wong started drinking, and later was ready for another ball busting. Later he’d tie us up, and whip us for a while. Sometimes he’d bring in young boys. He’d either have us torture them, or have them torture us, depending on the mood he was in. They were kind of cute, so we kind of liked it all.

He liked being called Master most days. Sometimes he had us kick the young boys balls too. They hated it, but he sure loved it. I guess he paid them pretty well.

Master told us to slap them around first to get them pissed off, so they would be more cruel to us when master turned the tables. Master sat in a lotus position for hours each day, meditating, just watching us inflict pain on one another. Finally he allowed us to pleasure him, and then he’d take his afternoon nap.

Weeks and weeks went by. Every day it was the same old thing. Wong just loved all the perversion and getting his balls kicked, and Gabriel and I were getting damn good at it. Sometimes he’d bring old friends over, and we’d have to satisfy them too, but it was generally not too bad. Lots of older guys, that came quick, as they hadn’t had any real action in years. We finally got our laptop sent to us, so we could start writing again. That was nice. Got a few e-mails from Wicked Wally too. He finally got himself a computer. Said the club had really taken off lately, and told us we had a job there whenever we wanted. Well, if we could get out of this imprisonment, and find a way back, we just might do it. Things were getting real old around here, and the only way I got satisfaction, was from Gabriel.

Sometimes Wang would get jealous early in the mornings, when he’d see Gabriel and I lying in bed holding each other, before we’d really woken up. He’d get a big pitcher of ice water, and then as we lay there still half asleep, pour it on us. Yeah, he could be a real prick. Made me really enjoy kicking his balls.

Anyway, like I said, this was getting old. We got another e-mail from Mishu and Tanza, our roommates in Tokyo one day, telling us to come back. They missed us. Yeah, we had to find a way to escape, but Tokyo was out of the question.

Chapter 26 Nightmare in Busan

2002-06-06T18:49:00.000-07:00

We’ve been stuck on this huge freighter for a week now, outside the port of Busan in South Korea waiting to dock. They say tonight we ‘should’ be allowed to tie up, and they’ve suggested that Gabriel and I disembark, and explore Busan for a night or two until we have to ship out again.

The next day now, we awoke to the sounds of heavy machinery. They told us that they were off-loading and loading cargo, which might take a day or so. We ate a big breakfast, and then headed off into the city. That night we played tourist in Busan, a city of about 4 million people. Lots of neat shops, and fun bars, and local boys who wanted to try out American girls. Little did they know, we charged for that kind of thing.

As we headed back to the ship, we were stopped by the police. They didn’t speak any English, but a few minutes later an interpreter had arrived. After checking our documents, and asking for visas, that we didn’t have, they told us that the Japanese authorities had a transmitted a warrant for our arrest. They’d learned that we’d jumped bail, and somehow found out where we were headed. This was unbelievable. The next thing we knew, we were in the back of a police car, headed to the Busan jail.

Our cell was horrid. It was small, dirty, wet, filled with insects, and smelled like rotten garbage. The food was so bad, we’d gag on it, but realized that we had to eat to stay alive. One of the guards, they called Gee, took a special interest in us. He’d sit outside our cell, and just stare at us. Sometimes he’d come in and make us remove our clothes, while he’d just sit there watching us with his hands in his pants.

Every few days he’d come, make us take off our clothes, and take us, in handcuffs, to the cold showers. He and some others, would attach our handcuffs to an overhead chain, and then take out the hoses, and spray us with very cold water until they felt we were clean enough, and they’d seen enough of our wet bodies. Sometimes Gee would wash us with soap, then take his clothes off, get himself soapy, and rape us. It was horrible. We’d cry, and then he’d just do it harder, moving from Gabriel to me and then back to Gabriel.

This went on for weeks and weeks. We thought we’d die in there, and then one day they came and gave us some papers to sign that we couldn’t even read, and released us. Our ship had long since left for Bangkok, so we were essentially stranded with no money, and had lost our possessions.

That first night we were out, we met an American tourist named Frank, that let us come to his hotel and use his phone to call Mr. Osaka. He wasn’t there but we left a message telling him what we’d been through, and that we’d call him back tomorrow. Frank took us to dinner, and put us up for the night, and let us use his phone again before he had to check out in the morning.

Mr. Osaka was very happy to hear from us, but sounded upset. He said he was in trouble with his connections in Bangkok, as they’d been expecting us for weeks now. He told us about a ship that was due to leave Busan that night, telling us to hook up with a Chow Fat at the docks, who would get us onboard.

That night we were on the freighter, headed out to sea again.

Chapter 25 Trouble in Tokyo

2002-05-05T18:48:00.000-07:00

A week later now, still early morning, a dark and dreary day, and Gabriel and I were still in bed holding each other. There was a loud knock at the front door of our apartment. Mishu, who was already up, answered it. It was the Tokyo police asking for Gabriel and I. The next thing we knew, we were being told to get dressed, then handcuffed, and then told we were under arrest for murder. We were in disbelief. We hadn’t killed the guy. The other nasty, heartless, bitches did.

Minutes later we were in the back seat of a squad car being driven through Tokyo. No sirens, but the lights on the roof were flashing, and people were tying to get a look to see what or who was inside.

They drove us to a local police station, where we were booked, then separated, and questioned. They wanted to know all about a Mr. Obeopoppy. Shit. I didn’t know what Gabriel was telling them, but I figured since we really weren’t guilty, I’d tell them what happened. The questioning went on for hours, and then much later they told us that the two girls, at the dungeon, had blamed us, and that we better hire a defender, and get our story together, and that we were most likely headed for a life behind bars.

They took Gabriel and I to a gloomy looking cell that we’d share with two other very nasty looking women who we found out later were popped for dealing narcotics. Real attitudes too, they seemed to be dikes, looking for something fresh. That night they got real nasty, giving us constant shit, and then tried to have sex with us. When we declined, they decided to try and kick our asses. We all fought for some time before they finally gave up, one of them with a busted lip, and Gabriel and I a little bruised up.

The next morning, after having breakfast, and getting into another confrontation with our cellmates, we got word that we were being bailed out. Apparently Mr. Osaka had sent Mr. Oshawootoo to pay the bail, and get us out. A few minutes later a warden came to release us. I took the opportunity to spit on one of our bitch cellmate as I left. Damn was she pissed. Tried to kill me, but the warden held her down, and in a few minutes we were signing some documents, collecting our clothing, and on our way.

A half hour later we were in Mr. Osaka’s office, overlooking Tokyo. It was like being in heaven compared to our jail cell accommodations. He told us we had a good chance of being found guilty, along with the other dungeon girls, and could spend considerable time in jail. Maybe the rest of our lives. He suggested that they smuggle us out of the country somehow. He had connections in Bangkok that could help us, and give us work. He said he had some more bad news for us too. The ‘Rex guy’ we had told him about had shown up just yesterday looking for us. Shit when it rains it pours. That fucker was alive, and he was here. This wasn’t good. I swore to myself, that the next time I saw him, and had the chance, I’d make sure he was dead. We left, agreeing to give them a call in the morning, and headed for the elevator.

When we got off the elevator on the Lobby level we headed for the building’s front, glass doors, but stopped short just before opening them. There was Rex, standing across the street, looking at the lobby doors. I grabbed Gabriel, and pulled her to one side, before she could push the door open. Shit, this was bad. He had long hair now, and a beard, and his face was beet red. I almost didn’t recognize him, and if Mr. Osaka hadn’t given us the heads up, probably wouldn’t have.

We headed for the building’s back entrance, by some loading docks, went out and hurried down the alley, continuing to our apartment, keeping our eyes open, looking behind us the whole way.

When we got back we told Mishu and Tanza that we’d be leaving tomorrow, and to not answer the door till we left, telling them all about Rex. They were sad, telling us how much they’d gotten to like living with us. Yeah, they were pretty cool roomies. We’d miss them.

An hour later there was a knock on the door. We crept over to the door’s peephole, and looked through it. There was Rex. How the hell did he know where we lived? I thought about calling the police, but we were already in enough trouble, and what would they do anyway? I even thought about opening the door, letting him in, and killing him, but we didn’t need another murder rap right now, so we kept quiet and he finally went away.

The next morning we showered, got dressed, packed, and then had some breakfast with Mishu and Tanza, and said our goodbyes. Mishu said she could see a man in the hallway sleeping on the floor. I looked through the peephole. Yeah, it was Rex. I called Mr. Osaka and told him not to pick us up, and that we’d meet him with our bags, at his office. We decided to use the fire escape outside our window to get out, while Mishu kept an eye on the hallway, ensuring that Rex remained there sleeping.

We finally made it down to the back alley and headed for the office where, a few minutes later, we met Mr. Osaka, and Mr. Oshawootoo. They told us they’d arranged for us to stow away on another freighter, headed for North Korea, and then on to Thailand. Mr. Osaka’s partners in Bangkok would cover our soon to be lost bail money, and we’d work for them in return, for a month or so, to pay them back. He told us that Bangkok could be a dangerous place, and to be careful, and said goodbye. We hugged him goodbye, and left with Mr. Oshawootoo, heading for the limo in the garage.

As we drove out of the underground garage and up the ramp to the street, we saw Rex there across the street again. Shit, how does that fuck get around? We called Mishu on the car phone. Rex had been banging on the apartment door continually and then gave up and left after Mishu had called the police.

A half hour later we were back at the port we’d arrived in just two months ago, driving out on a long dock, and up to a freighter that would eventually take us to Bangkok. We boarded, saying goodbye to Mr. Oshawootoo. He was so cool, and we’d miss him. Yeah, we’d had a pretty good time here, except for this murder rap.

Up the gangway we went, waving goodbye, and went inside the ship. No one spoke English but they took us to our cabin, and said some stuff in Japanese, so we just smiled, and thanked them. Gabriel and I lay down in our bunks and fell asleep.

Chapter 24 The Silencing

2002-04-04T11:01:00.000-08:00

THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. IF YOU ARE NOT 18 (21 IN SOME JURISDICTIONS) AND DO NOT ENJOY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT STORIES, PLEASE LEAVE NOW.

The next day the agency called. They told us that Mr. Obeopoppy was waiting for us, and that we’d each make two thousand dollars for the day. But what would we have to do? We grabbed a taxi and reluctantly returned to Mr. Obeopoppy’s dungeon. We got buzzed in like last time, walked down the long black hallway, and were again asked to sit on the red sofa in the dimly lit waiting room.

A few minutes later the two women that had tortured us two days ago came in and welcomed us back. They said that Mr. Obeopoppy was very happy with us. They said today would be different, and that they would give us orders, and we’d be expected to obey them. Then they motioned for us to follow them. Again, down the other dark hallway, the thump of the music getting louder lit with only the red lights, and then down the steps and through the large black door.

We could see the chains again, but today there was a fat man in leather restraints, hanging from them with a leather mask on. He also wore a leather jock strap that attached to a metal device that went around his balls.

“Meet Mr. Obeopoppy,” one of them said, “He will be the slave today, and you his mistresses.”

This would be much better, I thought, looking at Gabriel and smiling.

They gave us our leather outfits we’d worn before, and spiky leather boots, and told us to put them on in front of Mr. Obeopoppy, so we did. I was so horny, looking at the rest of them in their nasty little leather outfits. The other two nameless girls looked very mean, but very sexy.

One of them handed me an electrical device, with a metal spike sticking out of it, and a dial and a button on the device. She told me to put the spike on Mr. Obeopoppy’s balls and press the button. I could see his eyes looking through his mask at me. He was panting, apparently very very excited. I got closer to him, and put the spike to his balls, waited a second, and then pressed the button. Mr. Obeopoppy screamed.

“Keep the button pressed, and move it around his balls.” one of them ordered.

I did, and Mr. Obeopoppy continued to scream. I was enjoying this. The other girl handed two of the devices to Gabriel, telling her to do the same thing, but to instead hold each of the device’s protruding spikes against Mr. Obeopoppy’s nipples. She did, pushing the buttons, while Mr. Obeopoppy continued to scream, but even more frantically now, unable to escape the confinement of his restraints, and the torture being inflicted upon him.

The two girls looked at each other and then nodded, and then reached for each of the devices, still in our hands shocking Mr. Obeopoppy, and turned the dials up to maximum. Mr. Obeopoppy could hardly scream now. He was just shaking, as if he were being electrocuted, and then after a minute suddenly went silent, apparently passing out.

“Very good.” one of them said, taking our electrical devices. The other going for the button on the wall that lowered the chains, lowering Mr. Obeopoppy to the cement floor, still passed out. They removed the chains and dragged Mr. Obeopoppy across the room and through another door into another room, not an easy task, as he was pretty big, and fat, like a sumo wrestler.

Gabriel and I followed them into the next room, again very dark, lit only by more red neon lights. The floor was covered with black tile and there was a shallow pool of water, about a foot or so deep, recessed in the center of the room. Mr. Obeopoppy was coming to, so they sprayed something through his mask and into his mouth, and he passed out again. One of them told me it was ether. Then they dragged him, on his back, into the pool of water, putting something under his head keeping it afloat, and then chained his wrists and ankles to underwater metal rings at each corner of the small pool.

Mr. Obeopoppy was waking up again, still groggy from the ether. One of the girls took the head support away, so he had to hold his head up out of the water, and then told Gabriel to take off her spiky leather boots, and stand barefoot in the water by Mr. Obeopoppy’s feet. She did. He was chained there helpless, and we couldn’t imagine what was next.

“Now kick him in the balls,” she ordered, “and don’t stop.”

Gabriel looked at me for a second, and then turned back looking at Mr. Obeopoppy restrained there in the water, and then kicked him in the balls, splashing the water as she did. Mr. Obeopoppy gasped. The other girl told her to do it harder and not to stop, so Gabriel obeyed and continued the kicks to his balls. Mr. Obeopoppy was screaming through his mask, apparently in a lot of pain. Then one of them told me to take my boots off, and to stand in the water by Mr. Obeopoppy’s head. I took my boots off and stepped into the water, a little chilly. Gabriel was still kicking him, and he was still yelling through the mask in pain.

“Take your foot and push his head under the water,” one of them ordered, looking at me with obvious pleasure on her face, and told him to take a deep breath.

I put my foot on Mr. Obeopoppy’s face; still shrieking through his mask, and slowly pushed his head under the water. Now he couldn’t scream, nor could he breathe. Gabriel continued to kick him in the balls, and each time you could see him squirm in agony. I looked at the girls, waiting for them to tell me to take my foot off his face, and let him breath, but they just stood there smiling, and Gabriel kept kicking him over and over again.

Well, I wasn’t going to kill this guy, so finally I took my foot off his face, and he came up and gasped for air. Gabriel had stopped kicking him too. One of the girls just looked at me like she was pissed, and asked why I couldn’t follow instructions, and then told Gabriel and I to get out of the water and sit down at the edge of the little pool to watch and learn. One of the left the room, and the other took off her boots and stood in the water where I had, above his head. Mr. Obeopoppy was still trying to catch his breath, and in obvious pain. She ran her foot over his mask, and told him to kiss her foot.

The other girl came back with the electrical devices in her hand, and stepped into the water. She’d brought some wires too, attached to what looked like nipple clamps, and plugged two of them into jacks in one of the boxes. She was laughing, seemingly enjoying herself, and then the other girl started laughing too. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and Gabriel just sat there next to me watching, still in our little leather bikinis. Then she attached the wired nipple clamps to Mr. Obeopoppy’s nipples making him gasp. Then she took another box, attached another wire to it, and connected the other end to the metal ring on his jock strap that went around his balls.

She sat there in her sexy leather bikini, the boxes, still turned off, just looking at Mr. Obeopoppy, and asked if he was ready, and then laughed. He didn’t say anything. Then she leaned over, putting her head right above his head, and spit through the slit on his mask into his mouth and then took the other girls foot and placed in on his mask, and just nodded to her. The other girl pressed her foot against Mr. Obeopoppy’s head, forcing it under the water again.

Then she grabbed the boxes again, started laughing, and then and pressed all the buttons. Well, I won't get into it all, but it was horrible.

The girls took us back into the other room, where we changed back into our clothes, and then escorted us back to the reception room, and we left. I felt like I’d awoken from a very bad dream.

Chapter 23 Mr. Obeopoppy’s Dungeon

2002-03-03T10:53:00.000-08:00

THIS STORY IS A FANTASY WITH NO RELATIONSHIP TO ANY EVENT, PERSON, AND PLACE OR TIME. ANY SIMILARITY IS BY ACCIDENT AND TOTALLY UNINTENTIONAL. IF YOU ARE NOT 18 (21 IN SOME JURISDICTIONS) AND DO NOT ENJOY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT STORIES, PLEASE LEAVE NOW.

An hour later we were in his office looking out over Tokyo. Mr. Osaka said that he’d talked to Mr. Wicked, as he called him. Wicked had told him that a ship bound for South America had rescued a friend of ours in the ocean a week or so ago, a Miss Lucy.

I screamed, and then started crying, and hugged Gabriel, and then Mr. Osaka. Yeah, he was a little shocked, but understood after we told him the story. I asked if there were any news about another guy called The Kid, but he said he’d only heard about the girl. He wanted to know more about this Mr. Rex Rude, we’d told him about, so we told him that we hoped that he was dead. He said he was curious, as he’d seen reports on television about Japanese authorities that had reportedly found an American man in the ocean clinging to some Styrofoam several days ago. I didn’t know what to think.

We spent the remainder of the day with another client the agency assigned us, and then returned to our apartment.

Mishu and Tanza were there. They said it was a slow night, so they were just hanging out, thinking of doing a movie. They said we’d gotten a message from some girl in South America, handing me the note. It was Lucy. I picked up the phone and called the number, and seconds later heard her voice. I started crying. So did Lucy.

She was in Brazil and we’d woken her up, as it was early morning there. She’d found a job there in some club. Then she told me about how Rex had snuck up on them the night they went out on the ship’s deck to watch the moon. The last night we’d seen them. He’d beat them both, and had thrown her overboard to die. The Kid had then grabbed a life preserver, and thrown it over for her, and then grabbed another while fighting off Rex, and then jumped himself to be with her and save her. The water was cold, but they managed to stay alive and afloat for days, but that the kid had succumbed to hypothermia shortly before a ship bound for South America had spotted them, and subsequently rescued her. She said it reminded her of the Titanic story, and that she would love The Kid forever, never forgetting him.

I was crying, telling Gabriel what Lucy was saying, and she was crying too. We’d never forget The Kid. I also told Lucy that Japanese authorities had found an American man at sea, and that we’d hoped that it had been The Kid. She asked whom they’d found, but we didn’t know, and that we just hoped it wasn’t Rex.

The next morning the agency called. We had a job with a Mr. Obeopoppy downtown somewhere. They said he wanted us dressed only in black, looking very sleazy. We got ready, and grabbed a taxi, and headed to the address they’d given us.

The driver let us off in an industrial section of town, with lots of trucks, smokestacks, and dirty looking buildings. The address led us to a locked basement door at the bottom of some cement steps. There was only a number there, and a small red intercom button with some Japanese writing on it, which I pressed. A man came on the speaker, but spoke Japanese, so I just said that we were here to see a Mr. Obeopoppy. We heard the door buzz, so we pushed it open.

It was dark, lit only by red neon lights. We were in a long hallway, painted completely black, with a red door in the distance. When we got to the door we heard another door lock buzzing, so we opened it, and went in.

It was a small, very dark, reception area, again all black, lit only by red neon lights. There was a desk to one side, and a red sofa on the other. We could hear the beat of trance music from somewhere. The woman there asked if we were Janice and Gabriel, and we told her that we were. She pointed to the red sofa, telling us to sit, and then left the room. I was excited, but a little scared too. What the hell kind of place was this?

A couple of minutes later she returned and told us to follow her. Down another dark hallway, the thump of the music getting louder lit with only the red lights, and then down some more steps and through a large black door.

We could hardly see. Gabriel said that we were in a dungeon. Yeah, it looked like a dungeon. The woman handed us some leather garments and told us to change into them, and left the room. There were leather braziers, leather bikini bottoms, and leather restraints. We changed clothes, putting on the leather garments, except for the restraints, and waited.

A few minutes later some very nasty, but sexy, looking girls came in, dressed in leather themselves. They didn’t say a word, but picked up the restraints off the floor and put them on us. First wrist restraints, then the ankle restraints, and finally the neck collars. Then they led us to some hanging chains, and fastened our wrist restraints to the chains. I didn’t know what to think. Who the fuck were these people and where was Mr. Obeopoppy?

One of the girls pressed a button, and we heard a motor start, and then felt our chains tightening, pulling our wrist restraints up, and eventually lifting us off the cement floor. The two girls came over and started rubbing their hands all over us. I loved it, but I was scared. Then they pulled out nipple clamps and put them on our nipples. I winced, as did Gabriel, as they hurt. They just stood there watching us for a minute, and then started rubbing their hands over our bodies again, giving us little slaps. Then one of them walked across the room and picked up some whips, and handed one of them to the other girl. Shit, I hadn’t agreed to this. Then I felt the whip hit my ass, then again and again. Gabriel was getting whipped too, and she was gasping in pain. I asked where Mr. Obeopoppy was. One of them just said that he was watching us, and told me to shut up.

This went on for a long time, the whip inflicting pain all over our bodies. Then they took the nipple clamps off and grabbed some heftier looking ones, and put them on our nipples. I screamed. These fuckers hurt. Then I heard Gabriel scream. Both of us were in intense pain. Then more whipping but harder now, I was screaming. It went on and on, getting worse and worse.

The next day we woke up very sore, with marks all over our bodies, and my nipples were just burning, still very much in pain. I called the agency to complain. They told me that I should be happy. Mr. Obeopoppy had paid a great deal of money, and our dept to the agency had been fulfilled. They said the Mr. Obeopoppy wanted to see us again, but that this time the job would be very different, and that he would pay even more. She said she’d call us tomorrow.

Chapter 22 Mr. Oshawootoo and The Clients

2002-02-02T10:41:00.000-08:00

It’s a week later now. The weather’s been great. We’ve had smooth seas, lots of sun, and we’re getting to know all the crew. Even Creako likes us now, and tells us not to loose hope and that people have been saved at sea before, referring to The Kid and Lucy. All the guys say that he’s never seemed so happy. Keeps bragging about how he tossed this guy, and saved the ship from certain death. Well, whatever. Yeah, it’s been good, except that I’m sick to death over The Kid and Lucy. I’ll never ever forget them.

Day after day goes by. I keep thinking about them. How they died, how long it took, and how bad it was for them. They tell us we’re a few hundred miles from Tokyo now, and should be there sometime late tomorrow. As much as I’ve gotten to like these guys, I’ll be happy to be off this ship. Just too many bad memories.

The next day we can see land. It gets closer and closer. Then we can see buildings and the port, and then finally we arrive. The tug boats take us in, and an hour later the freighter’s tied up, the big cranes are unloading our cargo, and we’re saying goodbye to everyone. Wow, we’re actually in Japan.

As soon as we’d stepped off the gangway, a Mr. Oshawootoo greets us. He was tall for a Japanese man, late forties, and very well dressed.

“Hello ladies, and a Welcome to Japan. My name is a Mr. Oshawootoo. I am your new boss.”

Well, he seemed nice enough, and then asked where the other two were. I told him they were lost at sea, but he gave me a look, like didn’t believe me. He took us to a black Mercedes limousine parked nearby. The Chuffer opened the door, handed us some fake passports and visas, and Gabriel and I got in. Mr. Oshawootoo rode up front with the driver, and made phone calls the whole time. I felt like we’d just become a part of some Japanese mob operation. There was liquor on the mini bar, so I poured us a couple of shots.

We drove through Tokya for about a half hour, and then made a sharp turn and drove down a long ramp, and into a large skyscraper. Then down some more ramps and finally parked in what looked like a private garage area.

The driver opened our door, and motioned for us to get out. They escorted us to an elevator, and we were whisked up to the sixtieth floor.

As we got off the elevator, we entered a beautiful glass office that looked over Tokyo. Wow, what a view. All the walls were glass, which afforded us a great panoramic view of the city. All the desks, and tables were glass too. There were gorgeous women everywhere, mostly Asian, but a few European looking women too. Mr. Oshawootoo gave us the tour, explaining that this was the operation center for the agency, where the women came to get their assignments, and take care of financial arrangements. Basically we got to keep half of what we made, although everything that Gabriel and I would make, would go to the agency till we paid some expenses, like our room rent, in an apartment tower supposedly down the street. Then we met Mr. Osaka, the big boss. His glass office was at the building’s corner so he had a great view of the city. He was older, but very good looking, and looked to be in very good shape. He had a woman sitting provocatively on his desk, who’s job seemed to be nothing more than eye candy for him. They told us later that he was very much into the martial arts, and was considered a gangster in Tokyo. Basically the agency paid off the police, so they were left alone, as were the girls that worked there.

Mr. Osaka was very short with us, and only introducing himself before getting a phone call, at which time they took us away, explaining that he was a very busy man.

Then we met Mishu and Tanza, the girls we’d share an apartment with. Wow, I loved them both. They reminded me of Lucy, which made me sad, but I was getting very hot just looking at them in their high heels and very short skirts. Their English wasn’t the best, but good enough to converse with.

We left with them, and they took us to the apartment down the street, and showed us our room. Tanza had gotten a call about a job that awaited her. As she jumped into the shower, I went crazy. She was so cute. I’d die to sleep with her. Gabriel said she liked Mishu. We both fantasized about the two of them as we jumped into our new bed together, and then took a little nap.

We woke up an hour or so later. Mishu and Tanza were both gone. A few minutes later the phone rang. It was a woman from the agency. We had a job across town, and a driver, Mr. Oso, would pick us up in a half hour in our lobby. She told us that the client wanted a lesbian show. Nice. What could be easier? We got ready, and a half hour later we got a call from the Concierge, telling us that our driver had arrived.

When we got downstairs, we met Mr. Oso. This guy looked like he’d been in a few too many karate fights. He had scars all over his face, and sounded like a real mobster He didn’t speak too much English either, but we got by. He took us through lots of Tokyo neighborhoods, a neat little tour of the city, before we finally arrived at the clients, Mr. Owako’s, house, which was up on a hill in what looked to be an upscale outlying area of Tokyo

He was there with his wife. They wanted to sit there and just watch Gabriel and I having fun together. How cool. Well we were horny anyway, so this was great. You could tell Mr. Owako was getting very hot. He had his hands down his wife’s panties, and his wife was rubbing him all over.

Then he took us outside onto his balcony. He wanted to give us a bath in his hot tub, and made us pee while he washed us. Well, I should have realized there’d be some kink in this job, but no problem with us. What could be more fun than peeing while he washed us?

That night we got back and had dinner with Mishu and Tanza, and we shared our stories of the day. Mishu told us about how one of her clients asked her to subject him to suffocation while he came, sitting right on his mouth, so he couldn’t breath.

For the last week or so, we’ve had lots of clients, with every crazy desire you could think of. They all pay us very well, so we’ve accumulated some cash now, from the tips alone, and almost paid the agency back. Every night we all share our stories, and sometimes hit some clubs, looking for your Japanese men.

This morning we got a call from the agency. Mr. Owako wanted us back again. Wow, he was so good to us last time, and we’d had such a good time. He wanted us dressed totally in leather. They said his driver, Mr. Oso would come be early, and deliver leather outfits for us. These were the kind of jobs we loved, getting paid to put on a show, kind of like we’d done on Wicked Wally’s stage, back in Tacoma.

An hour later the concierge rang us, and sent Mr. Oso up with our outfits. We greeted him at our door, and he handed us a large leather bag telling us our outfits were inside, and to please put them on. Thanking him we turned and headed toward our bedroom to get ready, but Mr. Oso called out, asking us if he could watch us get ready.

“I give you nice tip,” he said.

We smiled and motioned for him to follow us. Well, we gave him a nice show, as we got dressed in the hot leather outfits, and could tell he was getting more than hot. Each of our outfits contained a tight black leather top, very short leather skirts, and black leather pants that went over the tiny skirts. He’d provided leather boots too, with very high heels. Mr. Oso said that Mr. Owako asked that we not wear panties. Finally after we were all dressed up, he asked if he could use our restroom, and in he went. Gabriel and I looked at ourselves in our full length mirror. Yeah, we looked very hot. A few minutes later we heard Mr. Oso moaning, still in the bathroom, apparently relieving his frustrations. We loved it, and decided to open the door, busting in on him. There he was, looking a little embarrassed, with his dick in his hand. We told him to continue while we watched, so he did. A minute later he was shooting his load all over our shower wall.

“Oh, so sorry,” he said, “I clean all up. Don’t worry.”

We just laughed, and let him clean up his mess.

When he came out, he took out his wallet and handed us both a wad of cash. Wow, how nice. He said we’d better get going, as Mr. Owako was waiting across town for us, and asked that we keep this little show a secret. We agreed, and off we went in Mr. Oso’s limo.

Another long ride across town, and we were back at Mr. Owako’s house, up on the hill, with his beautiful view of Tokyo. Mr. Owako opened the door, saw us in our leather outfits and looked like he was going to cum right there. He told us that we were so beautiful he was going crazy, and thanked us for wearing the leather outfits he’d provided. Gabriel asked if we could use the bathroom, as we needed to pee, but Mr. Owako asked that we please wait just a few minutes, as he wanted to watch again, like last time.

We went out to his balcony that looked over the city again. He said he wanted more kinkiness this time, and asked first that we take the leather pants off, leaving us with just the leather skirt, which afforded a pretty good view of our pussies when we sat down. Then he asked that we take off the boots, as he wanted us to pee again. Gabriel and I just laughed, and took off our boots. Good thing we’d drank so much in the limo on the way over. We’d have plenty of pee for him. Mr. Oso handed us all drinks.

He asked that we sit on the side of his hot tub again, with just our feet in the water. Mr. Owako stripped down to his shorts, getting in, and just lay back on the other side, the bubbles coming up all around him. He just stared at our pussies in those tight leather skirts, our thighs getting splashed by the bubbling hot tub. We all sat there drinking our drinks.

Then, after staring at us, for what seemed forever, Mr. Owako slid further down into the tub, and moved closer towards us. He asked that we each let a little pee out while he watched. Just a little, he repeated. Each of us did, and Mr. Owako seemed to be in ecstasy, breathing very hard now. He moved closer, and told us to do it again. This time he was so close that we’d get it on him if we weren’t careful. Again, we took turns letting some pee out, and he looked like he was in heaven. It was hard to see through all the bubbles, but it looked like he was playing with himself all the while. Then he moved even closer, his face just inches from my pussy, and asked me to do it again. I just looked at him, as if to say, if I do, it’ll go all over your face.

“Yes, yes,” he said, “Please pee now”

So I did. Mr. Owako not only put his face right in the stream, but also opened his mouth, to drink it. I’d really needed to pee, so this went on for a bit, Mr. Owako going absolutely crazy. When I finally finished, he thanked me and moved through the water to be in front of Gabriel, still playing with himself.

“Should I pee?” she asked.

“Please wait a minute.” he replied, so she just sat there, while he continued to play with himself for another minute or so.

“Oh, oh, please pee now.” he asked, with his face right in front of her pussy, and Gabriel did. Mr. Owako was going crazy, apparently coming now all the while drinking Gabriel’s pee.

Afterwards he told us that he’d never been so excited, and asked if we liked it. Yeah, we told him we did. He gave us both a lot more money than he’d agreed to, and told us that he’d love to do this many more times in the future. I told him that it was fine with us, and left with Mr. Oso, getting back in the limo to head back.

When we got back Mishu and Tanza were there, so we shared our stories. Mishu said that we’d gotten a call from Mr. Wicked while we were gone. She said he’d said that there had been a rescue at sea; something about someone we knew being saved. I picked up the phone and called Wally at The Beaver Pond, but there was no answer, as it was early morning in Tacoma now, so they were probably still sleeping.

Then we got a call from Mr. Oshawootoo. He told us that Mr. Osaka wanted to see us immediately. He said it was something very important. I was worried. Had we screwed up? We’d never seen Mr. Osaka since our very first meeting. Yeah, I’d messed with some clients, but nothing really too underhanded.

Chapter 21 Missing

2002-01-01T08:54:00.000-08:00

For some reason, I woke up a few hours later, after midnight now, and woke Gabriel up. We looked over the edge of the bunk, at the bunk below, hoping they had snuck in while we were sleeping. Lucy and The Kid still hadn’t returned. This was bad. We sat there for a while, still kind of waking up, listening to the wind, and the drone of the ship’s engines. We decided that we’d head over to the Mess hall, which was probably the closest place where we might find someone to help us look for them.

As I opened the cabin door, I looked out and screamed. It was Rex, standing right there. Like a monster ready to kill again, he was right there staring at me. I slammed the cabin door shut, locking it again. I was shaking. The stowaway ‘was’ Rex. Shit, this was bad. Had he killed Lucy and The Kid? We had no way of contacting anyone on the ship, and until someone came, or Rex went away, we were stuck. I wasn’t opening the door again. I wish we’d snuck the guns on board with us. I felt naked without them.

It was a long horrible night. We didn’t sleep a minute. I didn’t know if he was still outside our cabin door, or if he’d snuck away, ready to pounce on us when he got the next opportunity. I couldn’t stop crying, thinking that Lucy and The Kid were probably dead, dumped overboard into that cold, dark, vast ocean. Gone forever.

Light was coming through the porthole now, and then a knock on the cabin door. I yelled, asking whom it was. It was Frank. Said he’d come to get us, as it wasn’t safe anymore. I opened the door, and started sobbing again. I told him that Lucy and The Kid had never returned, and that Rex ‘was’ onboard, and that he’d probably killed them. Frank held me and told us that they couldn’t find another of their shipmates either. He was on a night watch, and disappeared.

Frank took us to the Galley, and we had breakfast together. There was another cook there. He said that Big Boy Bob was sick. Thought it was food poisoning. We ate, and then we headed up to the Bridge, so we could fill Cappy in.

Cappy was pissed. He kept going on about how he’d now lost two of his men, probably because of us. He told Frank to take a walk, and Frank left. There was another nasty looking guy sitting there. He kept looking at me, like he wanted to fuck with us. Cappy introduced him. Said his name was Creako. Yeah, we’d heard about Creako, the guy who loved to tangle. Cappy told us we’d have to start working on the ship, as he was short now. Creako would show us what to do.

“Let’s go, my little bitches”, he said, and Creako led Gabriel and I outside and downstairs to the main deck. It was still raining, and the ship was tossing around a lot now. He told us we’d be cleaning the bathrooms to start, and hooked us up with mops and cleaning supplies. Then he led us to some bathrooms off the main deck outside. Yeah, our vacation cruise was over, and our two best friends were most likely dead. What the fuck were we doing here?

We’d worked for hours. I was down on the floor scrubbing a toilet, when I heard Gabriel, who’d been scrubbing a sink, scream. I turned around, and there was Rex standing above me, and then came his fist, and I went down beside the toilet. He turned around and went for Gabriel. I sat up, shaken, blood coming from my mouth, and saw Rex, who had Gabriel in a chokehold.

“What did you do with Lucy and The Kid”, I yelled.

He laughed and said “Dead. They’re dead with the fishes bitch. I tossed them last night.” and started laughing hysterically.

I felt like I’d just gone to hell. I was in shock. He was dragging Gabriel outside now, the rain still coming down, the deck all wet, and telling me that she was going overboard too, and how he’d then rape me, and then toss me too. I jumped on him beating him as hard as I could, but I wasn’t slowing him down much. We were outside now, and I was screaming. Rex was still dragging Gabriel towards the rail, the ship still tossing around. I tried a chokehold on Rex, but he somehow punched me in the head again, and I went down again. I got up ran back into the bathroom and grabbed a wooden mob handle, breaking it in half, and ran back outside. Rex had Gabriel over the rail now but she was holding on to it as tightly as she could, dangling overboard.

I took the broken mop handle, and stabbed Rex in the back of his neck with it a couple of times. He finally let go of Gabriel, now hanging on to the very bottom of the railing, with nothing below her but the dark ocean, the ship still tossing pretty good. Rex, bleeding badly now, turned around and grabbed me. We fought, and I took the mop handle and stabbed him right in his eye, and he went down screaming.

Gabriel was screaming, saying that she couldn’t hold on, so I reached over and started pulling her up, but Rex was getting up. I told her to hold on, and I took the handle and beat Rex’s head till he fell down again.

I rushed back to Gabriel, pulling her up again, but Rex was getting up again, blood pouring from his eye. Looking like some monster from hell, he knocked me down again, and then rushed at Gabriel again, trying to kick her hands loose. Then out of nowhere comes Creako, and nails Rex, sending him down hard. Then a couple other guys come running, and pulled Gabriel up.

“Nice work”, one of them says to me, and asks who this guy is. We tell them everything, and Creako decides that Rex, who is now coming to, is going overboard. Well, Rex has other plans, and goes for Creako landing a nice right The rest of them jump Rex, and then they all grab him, pushed him over the railing, and tossed him, screaming as he tumbled toward the dark ocean. I few of them looked down at the sea and saw Rex moving away, as the boat left him in its wake.

I’m sitting there in the rain, still bleeding, holding Gabriel, and feeling like I’m having a very bad dream.

Chapter 20 On the High Seas

2001-10-20T08:53:00.000-07:00

The ship was rocking quite a bit now. You could hear the constant drone of the engines below, and lots of creaking too. There was daylight coming through our porthole, although it looked grayish, like we were in a storm or something. It was still damp and cold, The Kid and Lucy were in the bottom bunk, and Gabriel and I were above them in the top. I was holding her tight. I loved her. The Kid and Lucy were kissing, and you’d hear a gasp from Lucy every once in a while. Yeah, it was kind of romantic. It got me hot, so Gabriel and I started getting nasty.

After a while we all decided to get up, shower, and find out where the Ship’s galley was, all of us being pretty hungry. The Kid got up first and was looking out the porthole.

“Damn, waves, rain, and fog, is all I can see,” he mumbled. Occasionally our porthole would be submerged as a wave covered it.

We’d found the galley, and were all eating omelets and biscuits and just about anything else we wanted. The cooks name was ‘Big Boy Bob’ so he said he’d been named by the men, and was pretty cool. We asked him about the crew. He said most of them were really cool, although there were some real assholes in the bunch too. He told us about Creako, a guy you just didn’t want to tangle with, and went on about how Creako indeed loved to tangle. He joked about how Creako came out the wrong way, when he was born, and had probably been an asshole since he was born.

Big Boy looked over towards the door, and nodded at guy, covered with grease, that was walking in. The guy stood there a moment, looking at us.

After a bit he said “Names Frank. I’m chief mechanical engineer on the ship”, and shook our hands.

Frank started telling us about the ship, and how things worked, and offered to give us a tour later. We asked him about the man that supposedly had slipped on board just before departure last night. He said he’d heard it was some drifter. A big guy, someone had said. Said if they caught him they’d kick his ass, and lock him up if he was lucky, or maybe toss him over if he wasn’t. He told us how Merchant Marines had a habit of tossing people over, if they didn’t like them, never to be seen again.

An hour later on the main deck, Frank is giving us a long tour. This freighter was huge, like a city of containers everywhere. Then he took us below deck, into the holds, and then to the engine rooms where it was very hot and very loud. A couple of men sat there on some machinery, smoking cigarettes, looking half asleep.

Then it was up stairway after stairway, finally getting to the Bridge where we met Cappy, as the men called him, the Captain of the ship. Kind of a quiet guy, but big and imposing. Kind of guy you wouldn’t want to fuck with. Said it’d been kind of rough lately, as they were in stormy conditions. Didn’t say much else.

Frank took us down a deck, to the radio room, and then down a few more, to the TV room, where some guys were watching a movie and others playing cards. Frank told us that he had to get back to work, but left us there to watch the movie.

The guys, sitting around playing cards, were talking about some girls in Tokyo they knew, and then about some stowaway, and what they’d done to him. I asked them about it, wondering if they’d caught him, and if it was Rex. They said it was a long time ago, and that they’d hung the guy and then tossed him overboard. They were laughing about it. Said the guy was a real asshole, and on drugs. I asked them about the guy that had supposedly stowed away last night. They said that the guys that had seen him said he was a tall guy, describing him as someone that looked like Rex. We told them a little of our story, and that we suspected it was a guy that was after us. One guy just kind of starred at us, and then shrugged his shoulders.

“A guy could stay hidden forever on a ship this big”, said another.

We watched the movie, and then went back to our cabin to hang out and talk.
Later a guy knocked on our cabin door. It was Big Boy Bob, the cook. He said they’d found one of their men, in a hold, dead. Said Cappy wanted to talk to us on the Bridge.

A couple minutes later we’d reached the Bridge. Cappy looked pissed. Wanted to know who we thought the stowaway was, and what he looked like, and what he wanted. We told him that he was a murderer that had been after us and that it was a long story. He wanted to know it all, so we sat down and told him.

“Well guys, that’s one hell of a story”, he said, and went on to say that we better stay in our cabin until they found the fuck.

Big Boy Bob took us back down below. He didn’t look happy.

We hung out for hours, in our cabin, just talking and reading some magazines that Frank had given us earlier. The ship wasn’t rocking so much now, but looking out the porthole, you could see that it was still raining out. It was getting dark, and you couldn’t see much. Just waves, and rain, and blackness in the distance. We were getting hungry, so we figured we’d get some dinner.

Big Boy Bob was there in the galley cooking. A few guys were sitting at the tables eating, looking up just to see who we were. Big Boy piled some food on our plates, and told us they’d spotted the stowaway sneaking around again, but were unable to catch him, and that he’d disappeared again. He said that someone had broken into a vending machine too. We thanked Big Boy for the food, and asked him if it would be cool for us to go to the TV room for a while.

“Yeah”, he said, “You’re probably safe there”, and then he told us to have a good night.

We walked down to the TV room and settled in with a few other guys watching a movie. I wasn’t really even watching. I kept wondering what Tokyo would be like and what our jobs would be like, and how long it would take to get there. I just wasn’t into watching the movie. Lucy and The Kid were bored too. They said they were going to go up to the main deck to go outside look at the ocean. I didn’t think it was a good idea, but they went anyway. Gabriel and I finished the movie, and then went back to our cabin. It was empty. Lucy and The Kid hadn’t returned. It had been hours since we’d seen them and I was worried. We stayed up a while talking, and reading magazines, the ship now rocking pretty good again, and we fell asleep.

Chapter 19 Murderer on the Loose

2001-09-19T08:52:00.000-07:00

When we got to the SeaTac airport, late now, we called Wicked right away. He had Lucy there at the club, and put her on the phone. She said she’d gotten more calls from Rex. He was telling her it was him now, and each time just told her to get ready to die. She said he sounded like a monster from hell. Wally insisted she pack her stuff and get down to the club, till they could figure something out. Snide the Snake, our first pilot, had just flown in from Mexico, and was there too. They said he’d gone back to our place and gotten the rest of our stuff for us, and was headed to the airport to pick us up.

A few minutes later, almost midnight now, Snide pulled up in a big truck, and we all climbed in. We were glad to see him. The Kid gave him a big hug, and thanked him for bringing the girls up there, now weeks ago, and saving his life. It was raining now.

We got to the club, the rain really coming down now. It was dead there, probably because it was a weeknight, and the weather was so bad. Wicked welcomed us back, and took us into his back office.

“Girls”, he said, “We have two problems here. One, you owe me ten G’s, and to top that off, you’ve lost your own ten big ones, so you’re broke.”

Yeah, that fucking bitch Karen had it, but where the fuck was she? Shit was going through my head. Where was she? Where was Rex? Had they somehow hooked up? No way, I thought, but I knew he’d be after her too, as he knew that either Karen or we had the money.
“Secondly”, Wicked went on, “You need to disappear for awhile until we find Rex and do him in.”

Wally went on, telling us that he’d figured things out. He was sending the four of us off on a freighter destined for Japan. Figured if the cops were looking for us, it was too chancy to fly, and we didn’t have passports or visas either. He had contacts, there in Japan, that would get us work. He went on about how girls like us could make big money there, pay him back, and make plenty more. The Kid would go with us, to take care of things, and bring a suitcase that Wicked needed delivered to friends in Tokyo. I asked him what kind of work we’d do. He just smiled and said, “Come on Girls, you tell me”.

Ok, well we’d done that before here at the club, so how much worse could it be in Japan? What the hell, we’d never been to Japan. This could be cool, and anything to get away from the murderer that was after us.

Wicked made a bunch of calls, we all ate, and two hours later Lucy, Gabriel, The Kid, and I, piled back into Snide’s truck, now about 3AM, the rain still coming down.

Twenty minutes later we were at the port. It was dark, but we could see huge freighters and giant stacks of cargo containers, everywhere. Snide drove the truck up to the side of a warehouse, got out and used a phone on the side of the building. We heard something in the back of the truck. The Kid turned around fast enough to see someone jumping out of the back, and running away. Who the hell had been in the back?

Snide came back, climbed in and drove us over to a big freight door that was opening. We drove the truck inside, and the giant door closed. We got out, taking our bags. It was a huge place. A line of fork trucks parked still holding cargo containers lined one side of the cavernous room, and there were vending machines in the distance. The rain made a lot of noise on the steel roof above. There were a bunch of Longshoremen and Merchant Marines there, one of them a real big guy they called Big Dick. He knew Snide, and we all shook hands. Big Dick told us that he’d heard about the shit we were in, and that if we were friends of Wicked, then we were ok with him. He asked about our guns, and told us we couldn’t take them, and that he’d give them all to Wicked to hold for us. That kind of sucked.

I guess they could tell that we were exhausted. Dick told us there were some cots in a little room upstairs that we could crash on for an hour or so, till they took us to the ship. We all went up, laid down on the cots, and were out in a couple of minutes.

Later now. It seemed like we’d just fallen asleep. Some guy was banging on the door. I looked at my phone. It was 5AM. The guy was yelling that Dick wanted us downstairs. It was cold, and the rain was still pounding on the roof. We all got up and went downstairs with our stuff. Big Dick said he was sorry, but that they had to get us on the ship, as it was departing in just a few minutes.

They took us all outside, still pouring rain and dark. We walked to a huge freighter docked a hundred yards away. There was a man in the distance, running, like he was sneaking around, and then he was behind some containers, and out of sight.

Up the long gangway, and inside we went. A couple minutes later we were down a few decks at our cabin. Big Dick said he was staying in port, but introduced us to a few of the rough looking Merchant Marines, that would show us around later, after we’d gotten some sleep. Some guy was yelling in the distance. Something about a man that had gotten on the ship, and had then gotten away from them, and that no one could find him. The engines were making more noise now, and you could tell the ship was moving.

We went into our cabin, unpacked a little, and looked out the porthole. We watched the lights fade into the distance, as we headed out to sea. We were tired, so we got into the bunks, and fell asleep.

Chapter 18 Escaped

2001-08-18T08:51:00.000-07:00

A week later now, and Gabriel is out of the hospital, and back with us. She said she thought she was dead for sure, locked in that shed, their last words to her being “Die Bitch” before they left her there. She wants to go see Jason’s dead body, and Rex chained up, if he’s even still alive. I’m against it, but she needs to see them locked up there, just to deal with the ordeal they put her through. I’m afraid she’ll pull out her gun and just kill Rex. If she does, I don’t think I’ll stop her, nor will The Kid. I figure we’ll do that, and then drive south and leave the car at the airport, where Jake told us to, and fly back to Tacoma.

We drove an hour, and had gotten back to the abandoned buildings. We got out and walked in. I was shaking. The smell was loathsome, and there was a trail of blood going out the door, which I couldn’t figure. I told Gabriel to brace herself, and how it’d made me sick to my stomach. We opened the door. Rex had escaped. I started trembling and freaking out. Fuck. Jason, or what was left of him, was lying there on the wooden floor with the chain still locked around his bloody neck. It was hideous. The lock on Rex’s end of the chain was gone, with a bunch of the chain missing too. It looked like it had been sawed through. Someone had to have cut it, but who? We ran out, afraid that he might be nearby waiting for us. We all had our guns drawn as we got back in the car, and got the hell out of there.

Our first concern was to call Wicked, so he could get a message to Jake and his boys. We told him everything, and how Rex was loose, and probably would kill us all at his earliest opportunity. Wicked sounded concerned. Said that there’d been a report of a man covered with blood, carjacking some guy’s car yesterday. He said that Lucy had gotten a call too, from someone that sounded like Rex, saying that we were all dead.

Later that day we found out where Jake and Tank Ass were, and hooked up with them for dinner. They told us that they’d been trying to find us all week, and figured that the bloody carjacker had to be Rex. Reports said he was driving south but no one had seen the car in the last few hours.

After dinner, now getting dark, we all drove south, to the airstrip, the four of us in the car, and Jake and Tank Ass following on their bikes. Yeah, I was afraid that Rex would be somewhere, just waiting for us. Waiting to kill us all.

They hung out with us till we found a pilot that would take us to Tacoma, which wasn’t easy as it was getting late. We gave them big hugs goodbye, and off we went.

Chapter 17 The Smell of Death

2001-07-17T08:43:00.000-07:00

We sat there in the waiting room for what seemed an eternity. Jake and Tank Ass had taken us to a little restaurant next door, where we’d eaten, but now we sat, just waiting to hear something.

An hour later, a nurse came out, and told us that she wasn’t sure if she’d make it. She’d gone through severe hypothermia and probably suffered brain and organ damage. They were going to keep her there on an IV and wait and see. I asked if we could see her, and they took us in. There she was, cleaned up now, but sleeping. I went up and hugged her, and she woke up for a second, and whispered to me.

“Kill them,” she said, and then she shut her eyes again.

After a while we left, and headed for the Deep Forest Cabins to get the money Karen and I’d left there.

We got there an hour later, and Karen’s room was empty. No money, no nothing, so I ran up to the office, and walked in. The manager told us that Karen had returned to check out about an hour ago. I was pissed. We all just stood there, wondering how Karen, without a car, got here and took off with the money? Which way was she headed? Jake knew that half the money was Wicked Wally’s and that he’d be more than pissed at all of us if it were gone. He’d ride one way, and Tank Ass would go the other way. They made some calls too, so the other bikers, south of here, could be on the lookout for Karen. The Kid and I would head back to the abandoned buildings and see what Rex and Jason knew. If they were still alive that is.

An hour later we were back at the Abandoned Buildings. Rex and Jason were begging for water. I told them I’d give them some if they told us what happened to Karen, and they agreed.

After they drank, they told us that ‘The Bitch’ had left right after we had, telling them she was going for the money. That was it. They said they were starving and demanded food or they’d kill us. After I ignored them, they asked about Gabriel, laughing about it. I didn’t answer at first, but then told them that maybe I’d let her kill them. Yeah, I thought to myself, if she lives.

Jason just said “Fucking bitches”, and then Rex gave us some shit, telling us that when he got loose, he’d use Tank Ass’s electrical device on us, then telling us to guess where he’d use it. I’d had enough of this shit. The Kid and I left to get a room at Lincoln Lodge.

The next day we woke to the sound of Harleys. We’d called Wicked and left word of where we were, the night before, so he could get in touch with Jake, and let him know where we were. We told him the bad news about the money too. He said that Jake and the boys had already told him, and that they hadn’t found Karen. He wasn’t happy, saying we’d have to pay it back if we didn’t find it.

So now we’d lost our ten grand, and owed Wicked ten. This sucked. We had to find that bitch.

We hooked up with Jake, and spent the next several days looking for Karen and the money to no avail. Jake told us that they had to head north, and take care of some business, but should be back in a week or so, unless we decided to head back to Tacoma first. He told us to hold on to the car, and told us where to leave it if we left. We hugged and he slipped me a couple hundred bucks, and said goodbye.

The Kid and I decided to head over to the abandoned buildings to see if Rex and Jason had died yet.

An hour later we arrived, and went inside. It smelled terrible, like death, so we were prepared to see them both chained up there dead. When I opened the door to the room where they were, I saw Jason lying there covered in blood, and Rex sitting next to him, with a bone in his hand, eating the flesh off it. I ran outside and threw up.

Chapter 16 Still Missing

2001-06-16T08:42:00.000-07:00

A day later, The Kid still wasn’t back. Our prisoners were hungry, but they weren’t getting shit from me. Karen and I would go in again and again, demanding that tell us where Gabriel was, but they’d tell us to fuck off or something. So each time I’d get really pissed, and kick them for a few minutes, until they were in major pain.

A hour later The Kid came back with food, but no Gabriel. She’d been out in the woods overnight, and I was afraid that she was dead. I was sobbing now, and I could hear Rex and Jason laughing in the next room. He’d met up with some of our biker friends, and said that they were searching for Gabriel everywhere. When, and if, they found her, they’d come here to deal with Rex and Jason. Yeah, these boys were dead, and I loved it. I just hoped that Gabriel wasn’t.

I went in and told them that the bikers were on the way, and that the only way they’d live, is if they gave up Gabriel’s location. They looked worried, but then laughed, and called us dead bitches. After we ate, The Kid went in and gave them one last chance, but Rex just told him that when he got loose, he’d fuck him, while strangling him to death.

A few minutes later we heard some Harleys approaching. It was Jake and another biker we’d never met. Jake got off his bike and gave us big hugs, and introduced his buddy, Tank Ass, who looked badder than bad.

“Where are these fucks?” Tank Ass asked.

We took them inside, and into the room where we had the guys chained up. Jake asked them where she was, and they said nothing. Then Tank Ass pulled out some kind of electrical device, and asked that we go in the other room. We did, and they closed the door. Well, a minute later, the only thing we could hear is screaming. It went on for a while.

A few minutes later, Jake and Tank Ass emerged, and told us to follow them on their bikes. We told Karen to stay, and The Kid and I jumped in the car, and off we went.

A half hour later we’d passed Lincoln Lodge, and then turned onto a dirt road that led into the woods. After traveling a few miles over some very rough road, they stopped, and The Kid and I got out. Tank Ass led us all down a path that came to a shed, and pried the locked door open. There was Gabriel. She was motionless, lying there filthy, on the dirt floor, in her underwear, and looked like she was dead. We rushed in, and I just hugged her, but she wasn’t moving. Jake picked her up, and carried her lifeless body to our car, and put her in the back seat. We put a sleeping bag around her, and I got in the back with her, and told The Kid to drive. Jake said to follow him, and he’d take us to a medical facility about an hour away. I was crying and hugging Gabriel, trying to warm her up. She was barely breathing, but she was alive.

Chapter 15 Locked Up

2001-05-15T08:41:00.000-07:00

We called Lincoln Lodge, hoping that they’d called, looking for Karen. The woman there told me that two rough looking guys had been by there twice looking for someone, and reportedly left on foot, very pissed. We left a message telling her that we’d call again, in case they wanted to leave us a message. I told her to tell them that I had, their friend, Karen.

We grabbed some dinner, and returned to the room and called the other motel again. The woman said that they’d been there again, and got our message. They’d left a number for us to call them at. Said some bikers had come by too asking questions.
I dialed the number, and it rang and rang, and as I was about to hang up Rex answers. He sounded like a monster, like someone half crazed. He told me that they’d broken into a house and they were hold out there. They still had Gabriel and they’d been torturing her, and that she was going through hell. He put her on the phone, and she sounded half dead, barely able to talk. She told me that they’d been beating the shit out of her, and raping her, and that she didn’t know how much more she could take. I told her I loved her. Then Jason got on screaming, telling me that I was dead. I told him that I had Karen, and I’d kill her if they didn’t release Gabriel. I told him that I’d had her tied up in a stream nearby trying to get her to tell me where the money was, and she’d almost frozen to death, and that I’d put her back in, and let her freeze to death, if he didn’t release Gabriel. Ok, I was full of it, but it worked. He was really pissed, and demanded that he talk to her.

Well, this would be the test. I put Karen on the phone, and she played it really well. She acted like she was freezing and thought she’d die, and told him that she loved him. She gave the phone back to me, and I could just hear him screaming shit like ‘you fucking bitch..’ well on it went. Rex got on and told us that we could hook up and make the exchange. I wanted to meet at the Lincoln Lodge but he said no way, and insisted we come to the house they’d broken into. We left the money at the cabin, and headed for the house where they were.

We got lost, but finally found the place. It looked like a summer place that the owners had boarded up while they were gone. We knocked on the door.

Rex answered. He looked terrible, like he’d been on coke for days. There was Jason behind him, looking the same way, like some animal that wanted to kill us.

“Get in here.” Jason yelled at Karen, and she did.

Jason grabbed her and knocked her down, asking her where the fucking money was, and that he knew that she’d tried to rip him off. Said the only reason he wanted her back, was so he could kill her, and again asked where the fucking money was. She told him that we’d tell them when he let us go with Gabriel, who was nowhere in sight. Jason blew up, telling Rex to kill us all, but Rex told him to shut the fuck up. He wanted his money. I told them that the money was at the abandoned building where we all were last and asked where the hell Gabriel was. They said we’d get Gabriel when they had the money. I was pissed.

Rex demanded that we drive him to the abandoned buildings. I was hoping that The Kid would still be there, and that he or I might figure something out in the meantime. We all got in the car and headed down there. The whole way Jason was giving Karen shit, calling her a traitor, and a thief, and told her he’d kill her.

A half hour later we got to the abandoned buildings by the shore. We all had guns on us, so this could get bloody. I have to admit, I was scared. The Kid was nowhere in sight.

“Where’s the fucking cash.” Rex screamed.

I told him that The Kid had it, but said he might have gone for food or something, and should be back soon, so we all sat down and waited.

Well, The Kid ‘was’ there. I saw him peeking around a corner.

Jason went outside to pee, and we figured this was our chance. The Kid snuck up behind Rex and smashed his head with a board knocking him out, and then we dragged him into another room to gag him and secure him with a long chain and locks The Kid had found. Just then Jason came back in, asking where Rex was. We told him he’d gone out front, where The Kid was waiting with the board. Well, Jason went for it, and The Kid knocked him out too. We dragged him into the other room too, chained him up too, running the chain between two posts, locking Rex to the other end.

The Kid threw water on them, and they woke up hurting and pissed.

“Where’s Gabriel” I demanded.

They told me to go to hell, and that she’d be dead soon unless we released them. They said they had her hidden deep in the woods, clad only in her underwear, and that she’d freeze to death if she wasn’t rescued. Poor Gabriel. I loved her so much. I couldn’t stand to think of what she’d gone through, and what she might be going through now. I told them that unless we got to her, we’d leave them chained, to die there. Actually I intended to leave them here to die anyway. The Kid would leave and try and figure out where she might be, and I’d stay here to torture them till they coughed it up.

Chapter 14 Finding The Money

2001-04-14T08:39:00.000-07:00

I was going to find Karen, know matter how long it took. I knew she'd stolen the money, and I was going to make her pay. I hated the bitch, but she turned me on. I wanted to continue with the abuse I'd started on her that night in her motor home. Karen got me so hot, but unlike Gabriel and Lucy, that I loved, I wanted to torture Karen. Yeah, for hours, if not days. I drove back out the long dirt road, and got back on the highway, and headed for Lincoln Lodge. I had no idea where I'd look for her, but I'd talk to anyone I saw. Someone had to have seen her, maybe in a cafe, or bar, I just didn’t know.

After I got there and had asked around for a couple of hours, I finally found an older women that told me that some girl, who matched Karen’s description, had asked about other motels in the area, and if there was one that was off the beaten trail. There were only two in town, she told me, so it made things simple. The other one, Deep Forest Cabins, was supposedly located deep in the woods, a good place to escape. I followed the woman’s directions, and stopped down the dirt road a little ways from the cabins, where I could watch the place for a while.

I waited there, drowsy for some reason, and almost fell asleep listening to the wind. An hour later I see her, walking toward her cabin. She looked hot. Tight jeans, boots, and a leather jacket, with her long blond hair hanging over the back. I waited a few minutes, and drove up to the place, parking out of her view. I got out and walked over to her cabin, with my gun in my jacket. I knocked on her door, and she asked who it was. I disguised my voice, and told her it was maid service. The dumb bitch opened the door, and I forced my way in, shoving my gun into her face, while telling her to keep her mouth shut unless she wanted to die.

“Where’s the money, you fucking bitch?” I asked her.

She didn’t answer, and looked the other way.

"Strip down to your panties." I told her.

Karen was shaking, and starting to cry.

“Move it bitch.” I told her.

She took off her boots, and then unbuttoned her jeans, and started taking them off. Karen was perfect, and her white cotton panties looked really good. My heart was beating very hard. I was getting very wet and horny, just loving this. I told her to leave her leather jacket and little T-shirt on, and put her arms back so I could tie them to the headboard.

There she was, tied up, and crying now. I sat in a chair across from her bed just staring at her. I told her that she was making me very horny and she looked really confused. I got out of the chair, and started playing with her feet. Yeah, she had cute feet.

"Where's the money you little bitch?" I asked her again.

She just sat there crying. I didn't say anything, but started kissing her feet, and then started biting them all over. I worked my way up her legs, and then started kissing her panties. The kisses turned into bites. I'd bite her clitoris, gently at first, and then harder. Karen would scream, so I gagged her. Then more biting, some slapping and pinching. She was screaming, but the gag kept her pretty quiet. I was loving it. I'd pinch the inside of her thigh and then her clitoris again, and she'd scream each time. It was all making me hornier than hell.

Then I pulled off my jeans, sat on her face, took her gag off, and told her to eat me while I pinched her nipples. I let her go on for a long time, occasionally stopping to kiss her all over, and then slap her some more. Then back to sitting on her face, so I could cum some more, getting her face all wet. I asked her why she stole the money, but she said nothing. I was getting pissed. I knew she had the money. I got so pissed that I slapped her face again and again, then sat back on her face, and peed on her. She was choking on my pee, and I told her I’d keep this up till she told me where the money was.

Finally a half hour later, still choking on my pee, she admitted that she had the cash, but had it hidden in an old abandoned house she’d found nearby. Then she told me that she loved me, and wanted me to hug her. She wanted to be my friend. How weird was this? I untied her and we took off to find Karen’s abandoned house.

She said we had to walk there, so into the woods we went. A few minutes later we got to the abandoned house and went inside. It was dark, damp, and cold, with all the windows boarded up. She opened a closet and grabbed the canvas bag off the top shelf, handing it to me, giving me a look like she really liked me. It looked like it was all there, so I just stood there, still holding the gun.

“Take off your jeans again.” I yelled, and she did. She looked so good, I just wanted to have sex with her, and go crazy over her. I tied one of her feet to a post, and then started the seduction. Karen loved it. We were going crazy over each other. I’d spit on her, and she loved it. Then I’d bite her all over, and we’d eat each other. This was great. She told me she loved me again, and wanted to escape with us, and leave Jason. She said that he’d never treated her very well, and she’d been thinking of leaving him for a long time now. That’s why she’d changed motels, and was going to escape with the cash. I didn’t know what to think. Maybe keep her as my whipping girl. Maybe she was fucking with me. I didn’t know, but her passion toward me had been pretty intense.

We’d have to come up with a plan to get Gabriel back, and get away. We went back to Karen’s cabin to think.

Chapter 13 Held For Ransom

2001-03-03T00:08:00.000-08:00

Chapter 13
‘Held for Ransom’

The next day Rex called. He said The Kid was in bad shape, as he’d beat him pretty good the night before. He asked us if we had the money and we told him that we were working on it, but would have it. He told us to get back up there somehow, and meet him at an abandoned canning factory, on an inlet, and gave us directions. He told us again, that if anyone else came, The Kid was dead. Told us he was waiting and that the longer we took, the more The Kid would suffer, and hung up.
We went to work that night and told Wicked everything. He’s pissed, but said if we end up getting Rex, his brother Jake and his biker boys, would be real happy. Wicked said he’d call Jake and they’d put a plan together.

The next morning we got a call from Wicked. Said to get down to the club ASAP, so we could all talk. We finished breakfast, and Lucy was a mess. She hadn’t gotten any sleep last night. Gabriel was in the shower doing herself, so I got in and we had some pretty good sex.

When we got to the club, Snide the Snake, our pilot, was there with Wicked. They’d decided that we’d take ten grand of their drug money, and another ten that we had, back up to where Rex was. Snide would look for an airstrip close enough, where we could land, and have someone meet us with a car we could use. After we made the exchange, Jake’s boys would move in and do Rex in, hopefully not getting spotted while staked out in the woods.

We went back home and grabbed our part of the money, and headed to the airport to meet Snide. Wicked called, and said that Jake’s boys were on their way, but it would take them a few hours, about as long as it would take us to fly back up there. Snide had found an airstrip close to the old caning factory, where we’d all meet up.

An hour later, Snide, Gabriel, and I, were in the air, headed back up north. Lucy stayed home in case Lucinda called with any information. Besides she was a nervous wreck, and we didn’t need her messing things up.

Late afternoon now, we landed at an abandoned airstrip about a half hours ride from the cannery, where we’d make the deal. It was cold, and it looked like rain was on the way. About a half hour later, Jake and some of his badest boys rode up on bikes, one of them with a truck that Gabriel and I’d use to drive to the cannery. We stuck all the cash in a heavy green canvas bag, figured out how to get there, giving Jake’s boys enough time to hideout first, and discussed how we’d pull it off. Jake’s boys would surround the place, and then we’d drive in and meet Rex, and make the switch.

In a few minutes, Jakes boys took off, giving them a head start to get ready. Then Gabriel and I left in the truck. The sky was getting really dark, and you could tell the rain was on the way.

A half hour later, we got to the cannery. It was right on an inlet, like Rex had said. As soon as we parked and got out, we heard Rex yelling from a building. He wanted to know if we had the cash. We told him we did, and he motioned for us to come closer. He came out with The Kid, who didn’t look good, with blood on his clothes. He told us to drop the money and walk away, and he’d release The Kid, so we did. Well we should have known that Rex had something up his sleeve. We see Jason run out, and yell,

“They’ve got us surrounded Rex.”

What the hell was Jason doing here, and how did he know Rex? Rex starts screaming at us, calling us bitches, and telling us that we double-crossed him. Rex screams out, “Anyone stop us, and The Kid gets it.” A couple of Jake’s boys emerged from behind some buildings and told Rex that if The Kid got it, he was dead. Jason had gotten behind us now, and had a gun to my head now. They ordered us to a boat they had at the shore, still at gunpoint, and ordered us to get in. Jake’s boys couldn’t do anything now, in fear that we’d end up dead. One of them was telling Rex that he was a dead man. In a minute Rex had fired up the engine, and we headed out to sea. Jake’s boys were on the shore now, and getting smaller by the minute. Soon we were out to sea, and out of sight. Jason suggested that they just kill us all now, but Rex had other plans for us, telling Jason that they could get more ransom money for the rest of us now. I asked Rex how he met up with Jason, and he laughed and said that it’s a small world up here. They told us that we’d messed with the wrong guys. The sky had gotten really dark, and the rain was coming down now. We were all getting cold and wet.

An hour later we pulled into another little harbor with some abandoned looking buildings on the shore. Rex ordered us out, and took us all into one of the buildings. They tied us all up, and then that fuck Jason started molesting both Gabriel and I. Rex was fucking with The Kid, and started rubbing his dick all over his face. Then Jason pulled down my jeans and panties, and raped me. I told him he was dead, and he just laughed, telling me that I was dead when they were finished with us.

They had a car outside, and we could hear them talking about how Jason would get to a phone, and call someone they knew, that knew how to contact Jake’s boys, about getting more ransom money for us. The rain was coming down pretty hard now making a lot of noise on the building’s steel roof. Jason left with our money bag, telling Rex he’d put it in some place they’d agreed on for safe keeping, and then he’d get to a phone and start making calls. He drove off in the pouring rain.

Later that night Jason has still not returned. Gabriel asked Rex if she could pee, and he told her to pee in her pants, and that he wasn’t untying her. I figured I’d tell Rex that I had to throw up, and unless he wanted to smell it, he better let me go outside. He did, and dumb shit didn’t even watch me, telling me that I better return, or he’d kill Gabriel and The Kid. I went outside and pretended I was getting sick.

When I returned it was with a metal pipe I’d found outside, that I’d stuck in my jacket. Rex ordered me back to the chair I’d been tied to, his gun stuck in his pants now, and came over to tie me up again, but I pulled out the pipe and whacked him on the head real hard, and he fell down. I tied him up nice and secure just before he came to, and took his gun. Then I untied Gabriel and The Kid. We were all ecstatic, and the first thing The Kid did, was walk over to Rex, still coming to, and kicked him real hard in the balls. Then Gabriel and I took turns kicking his balls, and then The Kid told Rex to blow him, telling Rex that the tables had turned, calling him every name he could think of.

We decided to take Rex outside in the pouring rain, and tie him to a tree and gag him, so that when Jason got back he’d just think that Rex was out someplace. Rex told us that he’d freeze to death out there, but we told him that we didn’t care.

Two hours later Jason returned and was coming in. Gabriel and I pretended that we were still tied to our chairs, and we’d tell Jason that Rex had left to go somewhere with The Kid. Jason came in, had a shot of whiskey, and sat down and relaxed, and kept asking where Rex and The Kid were, as it had been a while. We just kept telling him that we didn’t know. Jason finally passed out, and I walked up with the gun and put it to his head, while The Kid, who’d snuck back in, grabbed his gun. He woke up cursing telling us that when Rex got back he’d kill us. We just laughed, and tied him up. We asked him where the money was, and he told us to fuck ourselves. He said a buddy had it, and it was long gone. Well why would they split it with a buddy we wondered, and figured he was lying. So we started kicking his ass, and told him that unless he told us, and one of us could get to it, he was dead.

After a good half hour of beating him, lying to him, telling him that we’d killed Rex, and that we’d kill him too, he finally admitted that he’d taken the money to Karen who was in a motel, called Lincoln Lodge, about 20 miles up the highway. I left in the car they had, and told Gabriel and The Kid to keep an eye on Jason and Rex.

An hour later, in the pouring rain, I found the Lodge, and found out what room she was staying in. Her room light was out, and the windows and door were locked, so I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I busted the window, and got in but there was no green canvas bag, and no cash. The room was completely empty, like someone had been there, but it looked like they’d left. Where was Karen, and where was the money? I was exhausted, and fell asleep on the bed.

I awoke the next morning. The rain had stopped, and sun was shining through the slit in the curtained window. Karen had never returned. Had she ripped Jason off, or were they up to something? I called Wicked’s club using the room phone, but no one answered, so I grabbed some breakfast and headed back to the abandoned building.

A half hour later I got back. The Kid came running out, frantic. He said that somehow Rex had gotten loose, and snuck up on Gabriel and grabbed her gun while she was passed out. He told me that he’d been exploring the buildings, looking for food, when Rex got lose, and that he was coming back in but stayed hidden when he heard all the noise. He said they looked for him, but gave up, and took Gabriel with them, walking out, on the road. I was pissed.

I told The Kid to hang out and wait for me, and I drove back to town and I called Wicked’s club again. Wicked was there now, and said he’d gotten a call from Lucy. Rex and Jason had called her, and said they had Gabriel hostage, and wanted Karen and the money back in exchange. But I didn’t have Karen. Had Karen taken off with all the money, and left Jason? Things were getting complicated.

Chapter 12 Flight to Tacoma

2001-02-02T00:01:00.000-08:00

We sat there in the restaurant. Hours had passed and The Kid wasn’t back. What could have happened? We decided to walk south on the dark highway, hoping that The Kid had done the deed somewhere ahead, but as we walked we saw nothing. Nothing but empty dark lonely highway. Lucy was crying. She said she loved The Kid. After continuing for miles, we started looking for a ride. An hour later a big guy named Buffalo in an old wrecker picks us up. Said he was headed to an accident, where someone reported a logging truck had gone off the road. They thought it might be the stolen one that everyone had been looking for.

A few miles down the road, we came upon the accident scene. There was only a civilian there, who had lit a flare. He said the authorities hadn’t arrived yet. The huge truck had gone over an embankment, and rolled down into a stream. We all got out, and the Buffalo grabbed a big light. We ran down the hillside, seeing only what the truck’s lights and his spotlight had illuminated.

Buffalo yelled out. “Anyone hurt?”

But there was no response. We all looked inside the mangled cab, but it was empty. Just some blood on the windshield. What had happened to The Kid and Rex? We kept yelling out for someone, but no one answered. It took Buffalo hours to get the logging truck pulled up to the roadway, and by then we figured it was well after midnight.

Buffalo offered to put us up for the night. He lived about an hour back into the Yukon, in an old house in the woods. It was really cold, so we went back with him. Lucy was crying. Guess she really loves the kid. Buffalo gave us blankets and stuff, and we all fell asleep.

The next morning Buffalo’s girlfriend, Barbie, a fat Indian chick, made us breakfast. Buffalo told us she used to look like a Barbie doll, but they both ate too much and got fat. We all talked a while, and they left for work. They were headed the other way, but told us to take showers, and just lock up when we left. We used their phone to call Lucinda and see if she’d heard anything. She was really glad we called and had a lot to tell us. The cops were looking for three girls and a guy, but had no names. Thought they were related to Rex, whose picture had been on TV now, wanted on a slew of charges, but nothing concrete. Thought they might be the vandals that were stealing motor homes. Motor homes? How many were being stolen I wondered? She hadn’t heard from The Kid, but said she’d leave a message on Lucy’s phone if she heard anything.

We left and got picked up by a young unshaven guy that was headed to work at the local airstrip just outside of town. Said he knew a guy that was flying down to the Seattle Tacoma area, and sometimes took passengers.

When we got there he hooked us up. The pilot’s name was Snide the Snake, or so he was called. He told us he ran freight up and down the coast. Contraband too, he laughed. “That’s our little secret.” he said, and then told us that he knew who we were, and that we were lucky he was saving our asses. “Your friend Jake and I go way back.” he said. We were in shock. What a small world it was up there. He said that Jake had figured it out, after hearing more reports, and knew we needed a way out. Said we had a job at his buds topless club in Tacoma if we wanted. Wicked Wally, the owner, would be expecting us.

It was an old plane. Snide said it was a DC3 that he’d picked up cheap and done a lot of work to. He opened the little window, yelled ‘Clear’ and fired up the engines. After some preliminaries, we taxied a little, and off we went, feeling very relieved to be in the air and away from all the people looking for us down below. But, where was The Kid, and what had happened last night? Lucy was worried sick.

We leveled off, and Snide gave me a hard look, and then yelled at us over the roar of the engines. He had a favor to ask us. As payment for the flight we had to deliver a package to a house in Tahoma. Not a problem we said. He told us we’d have to be real careful not to get caught with it, and to make sure it got there, as it was worth some serious cash.

A few hours later we were descending into the SeaTac airport. Then we were down, got our stuff, and the hot package, and thanked Snide. We grabbed a taxi and off we went to deliver this important package. A few minutes later we were there; a house in a run down area, we got out, walked up to the place, and knocked on the door. A big guy, with a long beard, leather Harley jacket, and biker boots answered the door. Strangely he looked a little like Jake, and had a raspy voice like Jake’s.

“Come on in girls.” he said. “Name’s Wicked Wally, although I’m usually not all that wicked. I’m Jake’s brother.”

We all looked at each other. This was Wicked Wally, and he was Jake’s brother? We were in shock again. He asked us if we had something for him, and we handed him the package. He told us that Snide would have delivered it himself, but they wanted to see if they could trust us. Wicked, as they called him, took us out to a really great fish dinner down by the harbor. We drank too much, and all got to know each other. Wicked was a bad assed very funny guy. We asked him why Jake hadn’t told us that he was his brother. He said that it was a long story, and that it was better that the people up there didn’t know.

After dinner Wicked took us to his club The Beaver Pond. A bright neon sign outside that read ‘Wicked Women & Kick’n Men Welcome’. It was an off night, so there wasn’t much happening. A disk jockey, in the corner, was spinning CD’s, and a few girls were dancing on tables. Wicked said there were a few more girls, in the back, taking care of business. Told us to just hang out, and get used to the place, so we did. Later he told us if we wanted to work, he’d put us up, and we agreed.

Days later now. We’ve been dancing at the Beaver Pond for a few nights. The money is real good, especially if you’re willing to do favors in the back room. You know when a lap dance becomes an accident in someone’s pants. Lucy, Gabriel, and I, do a live lesbo act on stage that draws big crowds, and makes Wicked real happy. Gets him real hot, and he pays us big bucks to take care of him in the back afterwards. Some of the other girls hate us, as we’re stealing all the business. Fuck them, I say. Let them do their own lesbo act. They’re not as hot as us either.

A few days later. We’ve settled into an apartment not far from the club that Wicked has provided us. It rains all the time here and we all think it sucks. Yeah, we’re making good money, but this isn’t really what I want to do.

Lucy got a call from Rex. He’s up in the Yukon somewhere, and is holding The Kid hostage. He wants his money, and a lot more too. Said we’d taken ten thousand, but he wanted twenty thousand for The Kid. Said if we didn’t show up, he’d kill him. We told him to put The Kid on the phone.

He didn’t sound good and we could hear Rex pounding on him all the while, laughing that maniacal laugh of his. We told him to hang in there, and that we’d rescue him somehow. Rex snatched the phone back out of The Kid’s hand. He told us that the cops were looking for us too, so not to screw up, and if any cops did show up, The Kid would die for sure. He said that he was torturing The Kid every day, and that every day it would get worse for him, but to take our time as he was having fun. He said he’d call tomorrow and tell us where to come. We heard The Kid scream and then Rex hung up.

That night, when we arrived for work, we told Wicked the whole story. Before we left for the night he called us into his office in the back. Said he’d talked to Jake. Jake said that a lot of people were looking for Rex now, the loggers too. He’d see what they could figure out. We all agreed that we’d wait for Rex’s call.

Chapter 11 'The Quarry'

2001-01-01T15:05:00.000-08:00

A few days later now, still in the woods, we woke up to the sound of a helicopter overhead. This couldn’t be a good thing. It was circling, and we heard some guy on a loud speaker ordering us to come out with our hands up. What a crock. How did these dicks find us? Probably infrared cameras the kid said. We decided to lay low, figuring that they might think we’d deserted, and that they’d give up and fly away.

Well, that wasn’t happening, at least not for a few minutes, but finally we saw them fly back towards the road. Would they find a spot to land, and come in on foot? Probably. This could be our chance to escape. We could hike into the dense woods and hideout.

Then we came up with a better idea that would give us more time. We started the motor home and drove deeper into the forest, although we had no idea how far the fire road went. We’d have to be real quiet too. If they heard us, they’d go back to the chopper and follow us in the air. If only we hadn’t taken the dirt bike earlier, although it did save our ass at the time. We kept driving and eventually came to a cliff on the side of the road that dropped down to a granite quarry filled with water. There were some old buildings there too. Figured we’d drive off the cliff and sink this baby in the quarry, and then maybe the boys in the air would think we’d continued on the road, wherever it went.

We took what we could carry, and got out with as much food and clothing as we could stuff in the bags. Then The Kid got back in and nailed it, flying over the cliff. What a huge splash. Lucy was crying afraid he’d get killed. We all watched as the motor home started sinking, the engine still running for a bit, before chocking and sputtering out. The Kid emerged with a big smile.

“Fuck, that was fun.” He screamed, and swam to some rocks.

Down it went, slowly at times, then a gush of air, and it’d sink some more. Gabriel thought that we should hide, but we had to see it sink first. The damned thing wasn’t going down all the way though. A few feet of it were still sticking out of the water, like it wasn’t ready to die yet. The Kid figured it was trapped air, or that it had hit bottom.

We heard the chopper in the distance. Had they already walked into the woods, found us missing, walked out again, and gotten the chopper? Maybe one of them had walked in, and the pilot was still in the chopper, and they were on the radio with each other? Maybe they had a car too? We didn’t know, but we could hear it coming closer.

The Kid still figured it was trapped air holding things up. He’d shoot the back window out, releasing the air, and it’d sink. But they’d surely hear us? Lucy told him to use a rock instead, so we found a big one and The Kid tossed it, busting out the back window with a loud smash. That did it. It finally started sinking again. In a few seconds it was under the murky water, with lots of bubbles still surfacing, and we were running towards one of the old wooden buildings. We got inside just as the chopper came up on us. It circled around a few times, and then followed the road deeper into the forest. Guess our little plan had worked. For the moment anyway. They’d know that a motor home doesn’t just vanish into thin air.

Lucy yelled at us. She’d found another building with a ladder that went underground to a granite room that opened to the quarry pit where we’d sank the motor home, so we all climbed down, and hid out. A few minutes later we heard the chopper come back and then the guy on the speaker again, ordering us to come out with our hands up. We stayed put and eventually the chopper went away. Lucy wanted to hit the road, but The Kid insisted we stay put for a while, which turned out to be a good decision. A few minutes later we heard the chopper again, and the guy on the speaker was yelling orders again. Then we heard a vehicle coming in on the dirt road. Not good. It sounded like a few men got out. They were yelling stuff as they checked the buildings, but no one noticed the ladder that led down here, and they finally drove away. The Kid, who had climbed back up, said he saw them going deeper into the forest. This was a dilemma. Should we stay put, and chance them bringing in dogs, or searching the quarry further? Should we try to get back to the road, maybe being spotted?

Darkness was falling, almost three hours later now. We’d been standing on the main road now for what seemed an eternity. We’d chanced it, and left our granite underground room, and walked the two miles back to the highway. A bunch of logging trucks, packed with big logs on the back, had passed in the last hours, but they weren’t stopping.

Then came another big logging truck, this one empty. It passed us and then came to a screeching halt and the driver waved us up. We ran up and all climbed in to the warm cab. He asked us where we were headed, and we told him we were just headed southeast, back to the lower forty-eight. He told us they’d been on the lookout for a stolen logging truck. People had spotted it, and said that someone they’d never seen around these parts was driving it. A real tall guy that looked insane, so people had said. Said there were some bandits that stole a motor home too. He went on to say that the owner had been taken to a hospital, and told authorities that a crazy guy and three vicious girls had stolen it.

“Wow, that’s terrible.” I told him.

He let us out at the next truck stop. Said he wasn’t going much further, and that this was a better place to get another ride. We thanked him and climbed out. He drove on, leaving us in a cloud of diesel exhaust.

It was dark now, and we noticed another logging truck parked there in the truck stop. Maybe its driver was heading our way and we could get a ride. The Kid looked inside the cab, but it sat there empty with it’s engine still running.

We played it a little smarter this time. Gabriel went around back and went in a back entrance, as we didn’t want to run into either Jason or Rex, like we had before, and The Kid, Lucy, and I, stayed outside, hiding behind a little building. She got back, noticeably shaken. Rex was inside eating, off in a corner, where he wouldn’t be noticed. The logging truck outside was probably the one he’d stolen. We thought about calling the cops anonymously, disguising our voice, but everyone we’d ever talked to, said it can take hours for them to show up, and we knew they were after us too. The Kid decided he’d climb into the cab, hide behind the seat, and wait and see if Rex came out. He’d let him drive a ways, and then put Gabriel’s gun to his head, order him out, and then shoot him. Maybe just kill him in the truck. He seemed so excited.

Well, we weren’t going to be able to eat, till he left anyway, and we all decided that The Kid would go through with it. We just hoped that it really was the truck that Rex had supposedly taken. The Kid chanced it, climbed in the truck, and we waited. About a half hour later Rex emerged, walked toward the truck, climbed in, and drove away.

Chapter 10 ‘Ripping off the Motor Home’

2000-10-10T15:04:00.000-07:00

It was the sound of Harley Davidsons, that unmistakable sound that just sounded so sweet to a girl like me. I was still half asleep. Bright sunlight warmed the room, as it poured through the dirty, cobweb covered, windows. I walked over to one that looked a little cleaner, and looked out. Everything was still wet outside. Steam rose from the ground as the warm sun dried things out. I moved to another window and saw about a dozen bikers outside sitting on their hogs. Jake opened another window and yelled out to them, obviously very happy.

We all went downstairs and walked outside to meet them. These guys looked badassed, but were obviously cool. They were Jake's buds. He was telling them about how he'd kicked the guy’s ass that had ripped them off.

“Yeah, Rex was his name”, one guy said.

Jake told them how he'd kicked his ass, on top of the moving train, in the darkness, and how he'd tossed him off.

"We need to find his ass," said another, "We're not finished with him." and they all laughed.

After they'd shared some beers with us, they put us on the back of their bikes and took us about ten miles southeast to a biker bar, appropriately named Hog Heaven. We were so damned hungry, and Hog Heaven had some excellent food. We all stuffed ourselves and then we picked up the tab. Jake told us afterwards, that we'd scored some major points with them. The gang liked us, and that was something he couldn't say to most that they'd met. After breakfast, we said goodbye to the guys. I gave Jake a kiss, which brought a big smile to his face. Said I'd made his day.

They all took off heading back up the highway. What a beautiful sight.

We started walking south hoping that we'd pick up a ride.

We'd walked a few miles, when a big logging truck went by and then stopped in a cloud of dust down the road a little. We all ran up to the truck, the passenger side door open, and looked in.

"Where ya headed?" the driver asked.

"South." I replied, and climbed inside.

He was a big rough looking guy, but seemed really nice. Never told us his name, nor did he ask for ours. He did say that some guy had ripped off another of their logging trucks last night. He added that no one had ever stolen a logging truck before. Couldn't figure it.

"What the hell would anyone want with a big assed logging truck like this? I mean, what do you do, start your own logging business?" and then he laughed.

We asked where it'd been stolen from, and he said that they parked them by the railroad tracks, twenty miles north of here, each night. We had to wonder. We rode with him for another hour or so before he had to let us out at a junction. He was heading off in another direction. Said he was stopping at some whorehouse too.

There was a little town there at the Junction, if you could call it that. A little truck stop, a restaurant, and a crappy little motel set back from the road. We figured we could use a real room and showers. It'd be nice to get cleaned up, and sleep in a real bed.

The Vacancy sign was brightly lit, so we went inside. He was a creepy old fart, the Manager, sitting there with his binoculars looking out the window. He was watching the other rooms, all laid out in a big horseshoe, and the highway too, like an old peeping tom. We checked in using fictitious names and paid in cash.

The room was a dump, and had a funky old bathroom, the faucet dripping, unable to be shut off. The paint was peeling, and half the wall tiles were missing. They looked like they'd fallen off years ago just like the paint had. Ask me if I cared. I didn't. I just wanted to get cleaned up, all of us smelling a little funky, and sleep, as we hadn't slept that well in days.

After we'd all showered, we took a little walk in the woods behind the place. Figured we'd get a little exercise and then grab some dinner at the restaurant next door. There was a cool Wilderness Park there. The old fart had some animals back there too that he'd told us about. After a few minutes we walked back toward the motel, I almost lost it. There, in the parking lot, sat Jason and Karen’s motor home. We stood there shocked.

"No fucking way," Gabriel said, "It can't be them.

Oh, it was them. You couldn't have mistaken that fucked up motor home if you tried. The side was still destroyed, having slid down that road so far, after it'd tipped over. The front-end was still a mess too. It was a wonder it was even drivable.

"Shit, how can this be?" The Kid kept saying, "I'd a figured they'd be all messed up in some hospital somewhere."

After making sure that the coast was clear, we snuck back into our room, and tried to stay quiet, but I’ll admit it’s times like this that get me excited. My adrenaline was flowing and I was ready for a good fight. I kind of wanted to tie them up, like we had last time, and do nasty things to them, but we'd never get that far. Jason wanted us dead. We kept an eye on their room, and decided that if they went out, we’d break in and take the keys to the motor home if they were there. Yeah, we were still hungry, and wanted dinner, but we couldn't chance running into them at the restaurant, like we had last time, and to be honest, I was too excited to eat.

An hour or so later, just as we'd hoped, they left and headed over to the restaurant next door. As soon as they were out of sight, we walked over to their room. They'd left their window open a crack, so we reached in and unlocked the door. Their stuff was everywhere, an empty box of condoms on the bed table, and the shotgun on the floor. Their ammo was sitting inside an open suitcase. We opened the boxes, taking out all the shells, and then left the empty boxes where they'd been. We took the shells from the shotgun too. Lucy found the motor home keys in some blue jean pockets. We grabbed them and left, returning to our room.

It wasn't long till we saw them return, and it wasn't long after that we heard Jason yelling about something. A half hour later, their lights went out, only the blue light from a TV came from their window. We chanced it, and headed over to the restaurant.

An hour later, after eating like pigs, we returned to the room, making sure they didn't see us. The Kid walked over to Jason and Karen's room, and stood outside listening for a while, and then returned.

"Their having sex." he said. "She's screaming like a wild pig."

"Yeah, she's a pig." I said, "A real nasty pig."

There couldn't be a better time to rip their motor home, I figured, but Gabriel and The Kid wanted to wait till they were sound asleep, so we decided to get a little sleep ourselves. I set the alarm for three AM, and we all tried to get some sleep. I missed Jake. I didn't even know why, as he wasn't really my type, but there was something about him. I wondered where Rex was too. I had a nasty dream about my childhood. I hated those dreams. They were always so fucked up.

The alarm went off. It was three AM. I really didn't feel like waking up, but we did. I wanted to screw with them so badly. We sat there on the beds for a few minutes and figured how we'd do this nasty little deed, and then packed up.

We were ready. Gabriel and Lucy grabbed all the bags, and started walking down the dark highway. We'd pick them up down the road a bit, if we could pull this off. The Kid and I walked over to the motor home, unlocked it, and climbed in. The Kid sat in the driver's seat, and I rode shotgun, so to speak. He just looked at me.

"Ready my badassed Kid?" I asked. He just nodded. He was ready.

"If anything happens we just bail and make tracks into the woods." he said turning the key.

It fired right up. We watched Jason's room, but it was still dark, so we figured we hadn't woken them. The Kid had the 9mm, and I the 38. We backed up slowly, trying not to make much noise, but I guess we weren’t quiet enough. Their room lights came on, and their door opened soon after. Jason stood there with his shotgun. Yeah, the shotgun that we'd emptied, but then he probably had no idea. The Kid panicked though, and hit the gas backing us up real fast. Bang. We'd hit something. Shit. He put it in drive turned the wheel sharply and nailed it. I looked back. We'd hit a telephone pole, taking it down. The electric lines lay on the ground now sparking like crazy, and the motel lights all went out. Jason was running towards us, aiming his shotgun at us. He looked pissed. The gun wasn't firing, and we were laughing our asses off. He kept pumping it, finally realizing that it was empty and threw it on the ground disgusted. Karen came running out. She had a gun too. Damn, we must have missed that one. She was shooting at us, but we were moving away quickly now and left her in the dust. Jason kept running though.

"There they are!" I yelled, pointing to Gabriel and Lucy standing just ahead on the roadside. He hit the breaks, and they jumped in. As soon as we'd closed the door and nailed it again, we heard a thud on the back. Jason was hanging on the back, holding onto the ladder and looking into the back window. He was hitting the glass with his fist, trying to smash it out.

The Kid slammed on the breaks bringing us to a sudden stop and shifted into reverse. He floored it, turning the wheel, and backed us into some trees. Poor Jason, I thought. We heard the sound of breaking branches and Jason screaming. It looked like he'd fallen off, so The Kid slammed it in drive and put the pedal to the floor. Off we went, just hoping that Jason was still stuck in the brush. A mile down the road we stopped to make sure. We got out, guns ready, but Jason was history, probably all cut up from the branches we'd backed him into. We stood there laughing like crazy for a minute, and then figured that we better get going.

We drove until it started getting light out. We hadn't seen a soul on the highway, and were getting really tired so we started looking for a good hideout. We found a narrow dirt road, we turned onto, filled with potholes, that led us deep into the woods. We finally pulled into a very secluded spot, about a mile off the highway. The foliage was very thick and camouflaged us perfectly, so we figured that we were probably pretty safe for the time being.

We stayed there for a few days, just enjoying nature and having plenty of sex. We had plenty of food that they'd been kind enough to leave us, along with plenty of fuel. Hell, we even had TV and a DVD player, so we'd watch their movies each night, even if their tastes were kind of lame. Oh, what we'd pay to hear them talk about this whole thing. Yep, if they ever caught up with us, we had no doubt that they'd do whatever it took to kill us. Guess they'd have to catch us.

On the fourth day we heard a helicopter above us. It was circling. Guess our little vacation was over.

Chapter 9 ‘Stuck in the Rail Road Yard’

2000-09-09T19:56:00.000-07:00

We were going faster now, the wheels squealing below as the train rounded a curve. It was freezing cold, too cold to sleep. The big metal sliding door was jammed making it impossible to close it all the way, so frigid outside air blew through our boxcar. Lucy and The Kid had stayed warm having sex but had tired an hour ago, and were feeling the cold as well. I reached into my pack and pulled out the whiskey bottle, took a big swig, and passed what was left around. When we'd finished it, I tossed the bottle out the door, and Lucy pulled out her Blackberry brandy. Good shit.

An hour later we were all pretty loaded and singing nasty songs we’d make up. We even made up some songs about Rex, and what a dick he was. Then we sang Sting's Roxanne, Rex's jailhouse name.

Roxanne

You don't have to put on the red light

Those days are over

You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne

You don't have to wear that dress tonight

Walk the streets for money

You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Yeah, we were getting real loud and crazy, and laughing our asses off, when we heard a thud above, followed by footsteps, on the top of the our boxcar.

We all shut up, and just listened, hoping that whoever it was would just keep going, but they didn’t. Whoever it was, was just standing there above us, probably listening. The Kid pointed up at the top of the open door. I just about shit when I saw a man's face there, just looking at us. He was hanging over the edge of the roof, looking inside. It was very dark so we weren’t sure that whoever it was could see us, but then we heard his crazy laughter. It was like that of a madman, laughing loudly above the clatter of the train. It was Rex. I sat there paralyzed with fear.

“You little pricks are dead.” he yelled, and that was it as he lay there trying to make us out in the darkness.

The Kid was off to the side, most likely not visible to Rex, and grabbed the bottle of Black Berry Brandy. Gabriel managed to get to her gun, but The Kid had already come toward the door, taken the still half full bottle, and smashed it against Rex’s head. Rex screamed and disappeared from view suffering from a head wound, and the brandy and broken glass in his eyes. Then he started firing his weapon like a mad man, shooting countless holes through the roof. The bullets ricocheted everywhere. We just curled up as the bullets whistled past. Then the shooting stopped. Maybe he’d spent all his bullets? Gabriel was trying to figure out where he was, but I shook my head. We weren’t going to be a fool like him, wasting ‘our’ bullets.

"Wait till you have a clear shot." I told her.

Both of us trained our guns on the top of the door, just hoping he'd look inside again, but that didn't happen. Nothing happened. Had he left? Was he injured? The suspense really sucked. An hour must have gone by. We took turns watching the door, the gun ready, but still nothing happened. We were tired and cold, the brandy wearing off now. We thought about jumping out, and running for it, but it was impossible to see much outside, the train was moving too fast, and we figured we'd either be injured jumping into the darkness, or killed. Besides it was just too cold.

Then suddenly, when we'd almost passed out, there was another thud on the roof above us. It sounded different this time, like someone else, with different shoes or boots. Yeah, it did sound like boots. Someone else was up there now. Then all hell broke loose. There were two of them up there, and it sounded like they were going at it. We heard Rex's voice, then another. More banging, crashing, and then a couple of gunshots. They must have missed, as the banging continued, and then we heard a scream, as one of them fell off the roof, and crashed in the brush below.

Please let it be Rex, I thought. We sat there for a minute, just wondering, and then heard footsteps, from whoever had been wearing the boots, walking toward the end of the car. That was it, so we decided that they must be gone, and that it was Rex that must have gotten knocked off. We wondered if one of the bikers 'had' gotten on, like The Kid said, looking for Rex, and had kicked his ass. We finished another bottle of peppermint schnapps and fell asleep feeling sick.

I opened my eyes. It was light out, and I was hungry. It was quiet. The train had stopped, and the sun was shining through the half open door as well as the many bullet holes Rex had made in the roof. I crawled out from my sleeping bag and moved toward the door and looked out. We were in another railroad yard. Just lots of tracks, most of them rusted and looking pretty unused. There was a string of empty boxcars on another track, far from us, on the other side of the yard, and then beyond them, some dilapidated red buildings that desperately needed paint. The sun felt good. We waited a long time just lying there stretching and trying to wake up with our hangovers. It seemed that the train wasn’t going anywhere soon, so we decided to get off and start walking with our stuff.

We headed across the other tracks, past the other boxcars, and toward the old buildings, but before we'd gotten there, heard a noise behind us, and turned to look. It was a big guy, wearing a bandana, torn up jeans, an old leather jacket, and boots. He was jumping from another boxcar in our train.

"Wait up!" he yelled, a big smile on his face, and he started walking towards us.

I stood there just looking at him. He just seemed like a cool big guy, looking at each of us, one at a time, as he came closer, still smiling.

"Name's Jake." he yelled still ten or twenty yards from us.

I just smiled at him till he reached us. We shook hands and told Jake our names. We stood there looking at one another for a few seconds till he caught his breath. He told us that he was after some guy who ripped his boys off, and that he’d tossed him off the train last night, after kicking his ass. We looked at one another, making it obvious that we were interested in what he was saying Jake just looked at us, knowing that we knew something.

"I noticed that you all jumped out of the boxcar where I'd found the asshole up top." he said.

"That would be Rex." Gabriel said.

"Yeah, that would be him." Jake replied.

We told him that he’d tried to kill us before he, [Jake], had come along last night. We told him how he'd been looking for us for a long time, but we didn't really get into much more. Well, we kind of felt like Jake knew that there was more to the story, but he wasn’t asking. He needed to contact the rest of his gang. Lucy's phone was dead, so we all headed for the buildings to look for a phone.

The doors were all unlocked so we walked inside the largest of the buildings. It smelled musty, like a place that hadn't seen much of anyone in years. The first floor was vacant except for some big, old, crates against the far wall, so we climbed the stairs that led to an office on the second floor. There were a half a dozen or so old desks with yellowed papers stacked atop them, and dust and cobwebs everywhere. One of the desks had an old phone on it that looked like it had been through a war. Jake picked it up. He smiled, hearing a dial tone, and dialed his buds cell.

"Must be out of range like us." he said, and left a message.

Then he called a guy in Tacoma he said he knew, but they hadn't picked up either. Jake told us that the guy owned a topless bar down there called The Beaver Pond, and owed him a favor or two, laughing. The Kid had wandered off, and I opened my laptop and started typing. We were hungry as hell. I hated being hungry. There wasn’t a morsel to eat anywhere. In a little while The Kid returned.

"This damned place is dead." he said.

He'd checked out the rest of the buildings. Said they were all abandoned like this one, and that the locomotive that had been attached to our train, must have de-coupled and left. We went back outside.

We hung out all day, waiting, hoping another train would come, or that someone, anyone, would come, but nothing. It was getting cloudy and dark. We were hungry. An hour later it was raining, so we went back inside the building and back upstairs. There were some very old sofas toward the back of the room. They were covered with dust and looked like they should have been taken to a dump years ago. We cleaned them off, and got comfortable on them.

It was thundering now. The rain was coming down hard, beating on the roof and a skylight above us. Water dripped down, coming through some holes in the skylight. We called Lucinda again, but again, there was no answer so left another message. Jake started telling us stories about all the stuff he and his boys had done in the last many years. He’d seen a lot and had had some crazy times, some very good and some very bad. He was one of those guys you just couldn’t help but like. Real tough on the outside, but a heart of gold on the inside. He told us that we could make some good money at that topless club in Tacoma, he’d mentioned, if we got that far, so we told him we’d keep it in mind.

“Just ask for Wicked Wally." he chuckled. "He owns the place. Tell em that I sent ya. He’s always looking for new Beavers for the Pond.”

The rain came down harder and harder. The roof was leaking everywhere, water pooling up on the floor. We all fell asleep, still hungry and cold.

Chapter 8 'On the Freight Train'

2000-08-24T19:55:00.000-07:00

We sat there on the weathered wooden platform in the middle of a lonely railroad switchyard, staring at the cloudless sky. There were countless freight cars sitting there, in the distance, resting on rusted tracks, seemingly asleep, just waiting for some big smoky locomotive to come and wake them. I was bored, but it was the kind of boredom you really don't mind; a respite from all the excitement we'd been through just days ago.

Lucinda called us yesterday with more news. She'd talked to one of Rex’s buds the day before, and found out that Rex had freed himself just before the cops had arrived. They 'did' find his truck, still disabled on the dirt road, where we'd told Lucinda they’d be. Something had told me, that day, that we hadn't tied him well enough. Guess ya gotta listen to yourself sometimes. Maybe The Kid really did want to enable his escape. I wondered. They'd had such a love hate relationship, so who knows. We figured that Rex must have been on foot now, hitchhiking like us, and certainly stalking us.

Lucinda went on; telling us about some bikers that had picked him up and befriended him, letting him ride with one of their women. Said her name was Fat Jody, a real big momma that used to be a trucker. Real nice big girl; she loved getting guys drunk and having her way with them. Guess Rex did her just the way she liked it, like her ex-hubby never had, so they got along real well. Guess the love affair didn’t last though. One night, when Rex was pretty wasted, he'd ripped her off while she was sleeping, taking her money, a Bowie knife and a .45.

So asswipe's armed again. That sucked, but we had his .38 and Jason's 9mm. I just hoped we'd see him before he saw us. That's about what it came down to. We had to kill him before he killed us, although she'd told us that the biker gang was after him too. They didn't take kindly to being ripped off after they'd helped him out. Anyway, she said he’d been asking everyone he ran into if they’d seen us, so we’re lying low.

Course we ask folks if they've seen someone like Rex. Lots have, and tell us what Lucinda had; some big guy'd been asking about three girls and a young guy. No one seems to know which way he's headed though, just that he's around, and that he looks messed up, whatever that means. We'd hitched a ride, yesterday, with some crazies that told us that they’d given him a ride earlier in the day, dropping him at the Otter’s Nest restaurant just north of us. I keep thinking that we really should have just wasted him there in the woods. The Kid hadn't had the balls, but I should have. Don't know though, I've never killed anyone, but I think about it. We've thought about splitting up, but haven't yet.

A guy named Fabbo drove us south in his rusty old van. Fabbo was like six foot six and looked famished, had a pockmarked face, and touched himself a lot. Mumbled a lot too. Stuff like “That’s some pretty pussy. Pretty pussy for Fabbo.” Whatever. Anyway, he'd seen Rex too, and got us high on his excellent ganja before we all fell asleep in the back of his van last night. This morning he let us out here at the railroad yard. Said we could probably blow town on a freight train.

A switchman told us that there’d be a freight train leaving the yard, headed east later this afternoon. He, like the others, said that a very tall guy, that fit Rex’s description, had been around asking questions about people matching our description. He too, said he'd looked like a mad man, on a mission from God, as he put it. He said a biker gang, that he thought went by ‘The Timber Wolves’, came riding through too, and were asking presumably about Rex. Said they’d some business to settle, and that they’d pay money for information. Said they seemed real angry too.

We snuck into a little shack, next to the platform here, and charged up my laptop, and Lucy’s phone. A train pulls out at three this afternoon, so we’re going to jump it down by a bridge that this old hobo told us about. Said it’s easy to get on there, even for an old guy like him, and not much chance of anyone seeing you either, as there’s a good hiding place, between two old shacks. Said the train has to go slow, as there’s a sharp curve there. Then he told us that some big guy was somewhere there in the yard; again asking about ‘some people’ he figured had to be us. Said a biker gang had cruised through too, looking presumably, for Rex. Kept looking at us, as if he knew we were in trouble. Guess it showed.

A few hours later, we were on the train rattling through the forest. We’d hid at the old shacks by the bridge, like the hobo had told us to. The big diesel engines had let out big puffs of smoke and had crept toward us. Moments later, as we hid behind the shacks, they were in front of us shaking the ground and rumbling by. They moved down the tracks, then some tanker cars passed us, and then some boxcars with open doors rolled by in front of us, so we ran beside them, threw our stuff inside, and jumped in. We had to pull Lucy in as she was having a bitch with it and seemed pretty scared. I’d never done this before, so it was pretty exciting, like shit you read about. The Kid, who was the last one to jump in, said he thought he saw someone, that looked like Rex, jump on way back at the end of the train, but he wasn’t sure.

A half later, it was getting dark. Our train paralleled the highway.

Gabriel, sitting in the doorway, yelled at us. "Check the bikes out."

I moved to the doorway. Yeah, they were nice, lots of them. Choppers too, yeah, some real nice Harleys making their beautiful sound. A few of the riders waved at us, almost like you'd wave at another biker. I wondered if it was the gang that was looking for Rex. The Kid had his head outside the door, his hair blowing in the wind. He was looking at the freight cars toward the back of our train, and said that it looked like guy on the back of a chopper was trying to jump on the train a ways down the tracks, but he couldn’t tell if he’d made it.

Minutes later the road that had followed the tracks turned a bit, and finally disappeared from our view. It was getting darker and colder outside, so we closed the big door a bit, trying to stay warm. Lucy and The Kid are huddled together, getting nasty I think, and Gabriel and I are together in our sleeping bag, all of us sharing the last of the booze we'd taken from Jason's motor home. The Kid was lighting up some refer, and Gabriel pulled out the last of the beef jerky. The sound of the train was making us sleepy. We thought we heard footsteps on the roof of our boxcar.

Chapter 7 ‘Almost Killed in the Woods’

2000-07-23T19:54:00.000-07:00

I guess things could be worse. We could have been dead by now, and may soon be. We've found out that Rex bailed out a few days ago, after finally getting some reception on Lucy's cell, and retrieving her messages. Lucy's friend, Lucinda, left her a lengthy message; After Rex had hit the streets again, he’d found out about us pinching his truck and his sizeable stash, was mad as hell, and vowed that he'd kill all of us. He'd been released with stipulations that he not leave Anchorage, but who was Rex to listen to the law? Not his style, not that it was ours either. He'd supposedly grabbed a flight to someplace south of us, but no one was exactly sure where. Word was; he'd called truck stops up and down the Alaskan Highway, looking for us.

Anchorage locals mentioned that he knew about where we were, and had heard about our encounter with Jason and Karen as well. Damn, how word gets around. Oh, and the cops were looking for us too. Nice to think we were so well liked by so many. Not a good thing way out here.

We knew we had to ditch Rex’s truck, it was just too obvious being so big, so beat up, especially now with the blown out windows, but we needed transportation so here we were, pulled into a Wilderness restaurant and rest stop.

Rex supposedly wanted to get the police in on his stolen truck, but had decided against it, as he wanted to take matters into his own hands. Besides he didn't need the cops figuring that his sorry ass wouldn't be there in Anchorage. Well, he had no idea that the cops were looking for us anyway.

It turns out that Rex isn’t his real name either. I asked her if it was Roxanne. She laughed and said she didn't know, but heard that he was in big trouble, as he’d pulled some robberies years before when he lived in Oregon, and the cops had matched the prints. He'd gotten a fake ID and went to work for the oil companies as a Roughneck.

Ok, so let the nightmare continue. We're hungry, and like I'd said pulled into this Wilderness restaurant, probably the only place around for miles and miles. It was an old wooden building, almost like an old ski resort, with huge protruding beams, and Eskimo heads mounted on poles out front. Very strange. The entrance consisted of two large wooden doors, with huge tarnished brass handles, and little round windows in each. I pulled on the handle and opened the heavy door.

It was kind of dark inside, it took our eyes a second to adjust, but adjust they did, and who was sitting there eating? Well, I’ll give you one guess. It wasn't Jason and Karen. Yeah, it was Rex.

I just about passed out. I was in shock, and scared to death. I saw death in that mans eyes, he was just plain scary, looking right at us, like Charles Manson would, cutting a piece of steak, and shoving it into his mouth. We turned around and walked out, but it was way too late for that. Rex jumped up from his table and was on us in a flash, his gun shoved in my face.

"Fucking little bitches,” he yelled. "No one fucks with Rex Rude and lives to tell about it." and then ordered us into the truck.

"You drive bitch!" he ordered, hitting my head with the gun barrel, so I climbed into the drivers seat. He and The Kid climbed in the back and Lucy, Gabriel, and I, sat up front.

"Drive cunt!" he yelled.

Lucy still had Jason's 9mm in her bag, but wasn't in much of a position to get to it. We tried everything, making up whatever we could dream up, even a story that some guy was trying to kill us up in Anchorage so we had to escape, but Rex wasn't buying any of it.

A mile or so down the road he ordered me to turn onto a small dirt road. I figured we were all dead for sure, but maybe Lucy could shoot him while he was shooting me, saving herself and The Kid. Fuck, I was half crazy at that point. I guess I figured that this was it.

We drove about a mile into the woods before hitting a dead end at which point he ordered us out, waving his gun wildly about. He wanted answers about the money and his stuff, but we said nothing, acting is if it were all news to us.

He tied us all up and told us to say our prayers, so we figured we were dead for sure. He aimed the gun at me first. I wished I was in some terrible nightmare that I’d wake from, but this was no dream. I wished I'd never left Manhattan Beach. It was so nice there, and life was so good. Then he pointed the gun at Gabriel and she started sobbing begging him not to kill her. He stood there, it seemed for an eternity, all of us crying, but didn’t pull the trigger. He wanted to have fun first, insisting that The Kid satisfy him.

Well, I won't get into it all, but Rex was nearing a climax, Gabriel whispered to me that she’d gotten free from her ropes. Rex was going crazy, looking down at The Kid and was nearing a climax with his eyes shut now. Gabriel reached down, and grabbed a jagged rock and then quietly snuck up behind him. Rex was just about to climax now, and just as he did, Gabriel smashed the rock against his head and he fell down. We figured she'd killed him as blood was oozing from his head. She untied us, and we used the ropes to tie Rex to the tree in case he was still alive. Yeah we could see that he was breathing.

In a few minutes Rex had regained consciousness. He lay there unable to move much, watching us drink beers, and taking our stuff, and the money, from the truck. We’d taken his gun too.

"Oh yeah Rex, we did take your money. I guess I forgot." I said, then I laughed like a mad woman.

"Fucking Bitch!" he yelled. "You're a dead woman."

The Kid grabbed the gun, pointed it at Rex, as he walked closer.

"Fuck you Rex," he yelled, and aimed the gun right at his head.

Their yelling went on and on, both of them giving each other major shit. I knew if Rex had broken free he'd have killed us for sure now, but The Kid couldn't pull the trigger, and finally walked away. I grabbed the gun, but I couldn’t pull the trigger either.

I told Rex that we’d call someone and let them know where he was after we’d put some distance between us. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t let him die there. Don't ask me why. The Kid pissed on his head before leaving, which enraged him to no end. He told him that it would fight any infection to his bleeding head, and we all laughed.

Well we strategized for a while, finishing our beers, guessing that Rex hadn’t gone to the cops, as they wanted him too, so we might be safe taking the truck, but after further thought, we figured he’d possibly reported it stolen and that Jason and Karen ‘had’ certainly called the cops, so we decided to leave the truck with Rex. We messed up the engine though, pulling out a lot of wires, and tossing them into the woods a ways down the road. When we got back to the highway we decided we'd hitch a ride.

We stood there, on the side of the highway, for a long long time. It seemed like we'd grow old waiting there, just hoping that someone would stop for us, but those someone’s weren't coming. It could be a half hour with no traffic at all. I worried that Rex would get free, and come down that road at any minute, but The Kid was sure he'd tied him securely.

After hours had passed, an eighteen-wheeler approached, so we stood there looking as sexy as possible which seemed to have worked, as the driver slowed, and stopped down the road a bit. The driver opened the right side door and waved us up, so we all started running. We climbed up into the cab and introduced ourselves. He was pretty cool, Boz was his name, and had been driving most of his life. For hours, Boz told us a zillion road stories, till we’d all fallen asleep. He’d seen a lot in his years. Pretty interesting guy. He let us crash in the sleeper behind him. We stayed with Boz that night and most of the next day, being careful not to be noticed in the truck stops we'd stopped at, and decided to check into a hotel the next night, as Boz was heading east further into Canada.

Lucy called Lucinda and told her to tell the cops where to find Rex in the woods. He’ll be in big trouble, having left Anchorage, and get tossed back in the clink. They'll charge him with liable too, when they find him with his truck after reporting it stolen. I'd pay to see that and hear his lame assed excuse.

The hot steamy shower felt great, and afterwards we all headed over to Hungry Henry's Restaurant, next door, to chow down. We met a guy there that had a big boat down in Seattle. Well, that's what he told us anyway. We kinda figured that he just wanted us in the sack though. He offered to take us to Hawaii with him, and then across the rest of the Pacific to Asia. I wouldn't mind. We needed to get away from it all. Gabriel's talking about going to Brazil, as she wants to visit the topless beaches there, and The Kid and Lucy are thinking of going with her. Me, I just want to go somewhere. I love the excitement. I get off on it. I’m addicted to danger and adventure, what can I say.

Chapter 6 'Crashing the Motor Home’

2000-06-22T19:54:00.000-07:00

A few exciting days have passed. We’re in bad shape tonight; bruised, battered, and almost dead, after getting ourselves into some trouble earlier today.

We’d been hold out on that little dirt road that afforded us a good view of the highway, our truck well camouflaged with dead branches we’d piled against it.

It was very late the next day when we finally saw Jason and Karen’s motor home go by. We'd almost missed it, but Lucy screamed and we all looked up and saw them. It looked as if they were going damned fast, most likely trying to catch up with us.

We jumped out, ran to the roadway, and stood there in their dust, watching them disappear into the distance, laughing so hard we thought we'd die. Lucy got so crazy that she decided to beat The Kid up for fun. After she knocked him down and kicked his balls once again, she pulled down her jeans and told him to do her really hard. God she's sick.

After hanging out for a couple of hours, figuring they’d be way ahead of us, we decided to fire up the truck and start south again. We spent the rest of the day cruising along, enjoying the scenery, eating snacks, and finishing the bottle of brandy we'd stolen from their motor home.

It got very dark and the snow was falling again, so we pulled off the road to sleep. Lucy slept with The Kid, yeah they had more sex, and Gabriel and I slept together hugging each other as it was freezing cold.

Gabriel woke me this morning with a sloppy French kiss. Lucy and The Kid were in the cab having crazy sex again, the truck shaking, and the windows all steamed up. We had some wine and cheese for breakfast and then started driving south again.

Here’s where things went awry. We really wanted to get cleaned up and have some hot food, as the candy and snacks were getting really old, so we pulled into a big truck stop, and parked our big dirty monster.

We all grabbed clothes and went inside to take showers. There, in one of the showers, was a very hot blonde, with very big breasts. I got naked, went into the shower stall next to her, and got all lathered up. Then I stepped out of my shower, and walked right into her stall, and started rubbing her breasts. Yeah, crazy, but for some reason I couldn’t stop myself. She looked at me with disbelief at first, but after looking me over, smiled and just kind of went with it. As fast as we’d gotten into it all, we kissed one last time and went back to showering.

After she’d finished her shower, she came over, kissed me goodbye, and left.

After the rest of us had finished our showers, we walked outside, tossed our dirty stuff into the truck, and walked over to the restaurant and sat down for some grub.

What we hadn’t noticed was Jason and Karen’s motor home, in the big, very busy, parking lot outside. We also failed to notice either of them, sitting there, quite a few tables from us, in that busy restaurant. Well, they hadn’t missed us. I looked up and almost freaked out. They were looking right at us.

“Don’t look now, or even move.” I said to the others. “Our little bitch buddies are sitting right over there.” and I motioned with my eyes.

I didn’t quite know what would happen next, but Karen got up slowly, and walked toward the pay phones. My guess; she figured she’d call the cops. Realizing this, I jumped up, walked over, and blocked her way.

“Where ya going bitch?” I asked, but she said nothing, and lunged at me.

We got into it big time, punches flying all over, and then Jason ran over, and so did Lucy, Gabriel, and The Kid. Yeah, it was a real mess, a real gangbang, and most of the patrons just watched in disbelief. A lot of tables and chairs got knocked over, and then realizing that they were outnumbered, they bolted for the door.

Ah…but all wasn’t over. Not by a long shot, and a shot is just what Jason planned on, as he returned, a minute later, with his 9mm handgun, quickly walking towards us. I figured we were dead. Karen walked right behind him.

We stood there, next to the payphones, talking to some people, still out of breath. All of us that was, except for Lucy who was across the room talking to the owners trying to smooth things out.
“See you fuckers in Hell!” Jason yelled, raising his gun and pointing it right at me as he walked the last few steps toward us. I guess I’d be first. But there was Lucy, creeping up behind him with a beer bottle in her hand. She swung it, and smashed it over his head, and Jason fell to the floor. The other people in the restaurant were in shock, and were telling the owners to call the cops. Well, up here cops are far and few between and we knew it, so the fighting went on. Karen was like a mad woman throwing everything she could grab at us, till we knocked her out too. Lucy had smashed a plate over her head, and she went down right next to Jason. The other patrons thought we were the good guys, having saved everyone from Jason’s 9mm, which Lucy quickly grabbed and stuck in her pants.

I was still in a daze, knowing that I’d almost died, but The Kid was thinking, and insisted that we get the hell out before they came to. We followed him out to the parking lot, jumped in the truck and drove it out to the highway, acting like we were hitting the road. But The Kid, still thinking, took a sharp turn, and drove us down a side street and into a back lot behind the truck stop.

He jumped out and walked to the side of the building and hid behind some dumpsters, where he could see their motor home. We ran up behind him, just in time to see Jason and Karen stagger out of the restaurant, walk across the big lot, and climb into their motor home. Jason had it fired up in a heartbeat, and headed south again. The Kid’s little plan had worked. Someone had probably told them we’d hightailed it south on the highway.

After they were out of sight, we went back inside, to the wonder, and curiosity, of most of the other patrons, to have a nice meal. The owners asked what it has all been about and we told them that Jason and his girl were outlaws that preyed on travelers. We told them that they were known to have robbed and killed people, so we’d stopped them. We even offered to pay for the stuff we broke, but they refused to take anything, and called us heroes, telling us that the food was on the house. We finally left, our tummies nice and full, and climbed back into the truck.

We headed south albeit a little slower so as not to catch up with the bitches. Figured they had to be hauling ass again, trying to catch our butts.

Well we messed up once again, but that’s just the way we were. Yeah, we were bright, but obviously not bright enough this time. They’d pulled over about twenty miles south, and we failed to recognize the motor home until it was too late. We figured it out as we drove by and saw Jason with a shotgun aimed at us. Then came the blast as both the camper shell window and the cab’s rear window blew out and glass flew everywhere. The Kid was hit, blood dripping from his head. Lucy screamed telling him that she loved him, and held his blood-soaked head.

I nailed it and we saw Jason run back inside his motor home. In a flash he’d furiously whipped it back onto the pavement and started the chase. We didn’t quite know how, but he seemed to be closing the gap, getting ever closer to us, both of the vehicles going about a hundred miles and hour.

On and on it went. What kind of engine did that monster have inside it, and how could a big assed motor home be keeping up with us? We had to do something. He surely wanted us dead.

Gabriel jumped into the back seat, and she and Lucy climbed through the blown out back window, into the back. Lucy climbed over the dirt bike and our stuff, and let the lift gate drop down. Then the two of them started pushing the bike out the back. We were descending a long grade, going even faster now, and Jason was creeping ever closer again. Lucy screamed again. I looked through my right mirror, and could see Karen hanging out their right side window trying to aim the shotgun. Then a blast, but she’d missed us.

They kept pushing the bike back and onto the lift gate. Surely Jason, although many feet higher, could see the bike being pushed out, but he stayed right on our tail. Then another shotgun blast, but it seemed she’d missed again. Then they let the dirt bike go, and it crashed onto the pavement, bouncing and spinning like crazy, and slid right under the motor home’s right front tire breaking the wheel right off. It was a mess, the huge monster going over a hundred now, just sliding, seemingly out of control. It hadn’t had a prayer of missing this little menace.

It drifted from side to side, sparks going everywhere, slowing a little, very much out of control it seemed. Then it slid right off the road, grazed an embankment, and rolled over. On it’s side now, it careened back onto the pavement and slid down the road it seemed forever, till it again drifted sideways and hit a big tree.

I pulled over and stopped, probably a few hundred yards down the road from them, and we all got out and just looked at the disabled monster. Lucy was laughing like a crazy woman and I was still in shock. The Kid wanted to make sure that they were ok, but we told him that Jason would kill us so we kept going. Lucy told him he had a kick coming to his balls for thinking that way. His bleeding had lessened, so we figured he’d be ok

Several hours later, many miles from them now, we’d pulled off the highway and into a little dirt road to get some sleep.

Chapter 5 'The Alaskan Highway’

2000-05-21T19:53:00.000-07:00

We’re on the road now, all of us in Rex’s big truck, although it looks pretty bad since The Kid rolled it. It’s a good thing we’ve got Rex’s stash, as this pig drinks gas too. I’d picked up my check on the way out of town, and gave my boss that kick in the balls that I promised myself I would. He fell down in pain, and then called security, but I was gone too quickly for them to catch me. Gee, ya think they’ll give me a good recommendation?

On the way out of town, we’d found Garga’s car and rammed it with the truck, caving in the driver’s door, and shattering the window. In case you’ve forgotten, Garga’s the security guard at the Mall that tried to rape us and get us busted. Then The Kid jumped out, walked over to the caved in door, and peed through the broken window and onto the seat. I’d love to see the look on dick boy’s face, when he gets a whiff of the inside of his car now soaked with pee. Bettcha it’ll smell as good as Rex’s bed.

We drove northeast on Route 1, as it’s the only way to get to the lower forty-eight when leaving Anchorage. The road that leaves going south ends up in Seward, and that’s it, unless you grab a ferry.

Good thing we’d picked up some maps, as we would have mistakenly driven south, being the bright bunch that we are.

We’ve taken our new very sexy girlfriend Lucy, originally from China, with us. She has long, black, silky, hair that reaches her waist, and a perfect butt that I just love to kiss. She says she loves us because we’re crazy, and figures we’ll add some spice to her ‘boring assed life’, as she called it. We stole her from her boyfriend after we ended up pistol-whipping him at the Burger Palace Drive Thru, a few nights ago, after he’d given me some major shit because I’d kissed her right in front of him. She’s told him to kiss off, probably breaking his heart.

We’ve since heard that he wants to kill us. Well, just let him find our sexy asses. Word is that he was looking all over Anchorage for us in our usual hangouts including the gay bars where we got into so much trouble. Yeah, it seems like we have a lot of people after us, so it’s a good thing we’ve hit the road.

Lucy’s ripped her boyfriend off, cleaning out his bank account. She said he’d been taking her paychecks for months now anyway, so she figured it was due her anyway. Said the guy never worked, a real mooch. Lucy’s an Asian Tornado in bed, and she kind of likes slapping The Kid around, which he loves. She gets off kicking him in the balls too, and he never complains, as it gets him real hot. She’ll sleep with him, but only if he takes all her kicks without crying. We think they’re falling in love. Gee, wouldn’t Rex be jealous.

We drove all day till it got very dark, and found a semi-deserted campground where we’d spend the night. It’s cold as hell, and windy too. Reports say a snowstorm is headed our way.

It’s out of season; so the campground is dead, except for a couple in a big motor home a half a dozen spots away. Must be nice to have some heat and all the amenities. The girl is a real hottie, and her boyfriend isn’t bad either. They’re outside barbecuing steak, sitting around their campfire. He keeps yelling at her, between sips of his beer, giving her shit about something, and acting like he’s King Tut, but then she sounds like a real bitch too. She’d tossed a frying pan at him, hitting his head at one point. We thought he’d kill her, but she ran inside and locked the motor home door. Yeah, he was pissed.

When she finally came back out, he knocked her down, right by the fire pit, and she started crying so he kicked her and told her to shut up. Later, she got back at him, pushing him into the fire. Let’s just say they’re not exactly a loving couple. I overheard them arguing over a dirt bike they’d stolen. She wanted him to sell it before they got busted with it.

I thought of wandering over there, and introducing myself. Maybe they’d be kinky, and we could all have fun. We had plenty of rope, so I was kind of thinking that we could tie them up, and get really nasty with them. Those steaks smelled really good too, the smoke blowing our way. We stood there eating some candy bars, but it just wasn’t like having steak.

They watched us watching them, but they didn’t invite us over, so we decided to go over and make the introductions. His name was Jason, and hers Karen. They were traveling the country in a motor home they’d won on a game show in Hollywood.

They’d won the lottery too, a few years back, and had blown most of the money in the last few years just traveling and having fun. They had quite the attitudes too, really couldn’t figure it, but both of them thought they were real hot shit. They’d both come from rich families, but their parents supposedly hated both of them, refusing to support them in the years before they’d won the money, back when they were destitute. It was all kind of sickening.

Then it was more about Karen’s cheerleading days, and how all the boys wanted her so bad. How she was the hottest girl in her school. Jason was a high school quarterback that all the girls wanted. You’d have to have met them though. Badmouthed everyone, and then they started going off on us, like we were shit or something. Told us we were trash, and then called us a bunch of hoes.

It all got to be too much, so we started going off on them too. Then Karen got up and spit on me.

“You fucking little bitch!” I said, and then punched her face in.

Jason got up and went for me, but Lucy, Gabriel, and The Kid, knocked him down first, knocked him out, and tied him up before he regained consciousness. I knocked Karen to the ground, and we tied her up too. They really went off, telling us that we were dead, but tied up the way they were, they weren’t really in a position to do much of anything.

Well, screw it, we decided we’d rip them off. With all that money, and that motor home they’d won, we figured they’d want to share it with us, so we went through the motor home, ripping them off big time. The Kid siphoned their gas too, filling our truck, and then figured he’d take the dirt bike, loading it into our truck.

Karen was calling me everything you could think of, so I made a big sacrifice. I took one of our vibrators, pulled down her jeans, turned it on, and put it inside her. She screamed, but she really seemed to like it. Then I went up to Jason, and kicked his balls real hard. He lay there moaning.

Karen was screaming like a wild animal, yelling, “We’ll get you, you motherfuckers”, but the vibrator was driving her crazy, and it seemed like she was climaxing.

We were going to flatten their tires but we forgot. We drove away, laughing like crazy people, the vibrator still buzzing, both of them tied up just screaming at us, promising that they’d kill us. I kind of wished that I’d slapped her more before I left, and spit in her face, like she had mine.

We woke up to a beautiful sunny morning, although it was freezing cold with some fresh snow on the ground. It was cold as hell, so none of us ventured from our sleeping bags. We’re about twenty miles south of the campground now, hiding till they go by. We figure that they’ll try to catch up to us sometime today so we pulled into a little dirt road and camouflaged the truck.

They might call the police, and put them onto us, so we’ll see who goes by in the next day or so, and then start south again. We have plenty of food and gas that we’d taken from their motor home, so we can stick it out for a while. Lucy is so funny, giving The Kid shit all the time. We call her Lucy Be Nasty, as she’s just that, and beautiful too. She makes me so horny, and I know The Kid’s fallen big time for her. We’ve seen a couple of Forest Rangers go by, but they didn’t see us.

Chapter 4 'A Trip to Jail'

2000-04-20T19:49:00.000-07:00

Nightmarish screaming is all I, or anyone else in his neighborhood, could hear that night. Rex was beating The Kid to a pulp, or so it sounded. It had definitely gotten out of hand this time. The Kid had escaped Rex’s bedroom, after Rex had gotten way too rough with him, only to be re-captured out in the street. Rex lay on top of him, pushing his face against the cold pavement, and raping him like he was some wild animal.

It was dark and hard to make them out, but no one could mistake the fact that something terrible was happening out there.

It wasn’t long before we heard the sirens, and then saw the flashing lights of approaching police cars. Before they’d even gotten close enough to see this terrible crime of passion, Rex had dragged his prey from the street, and back into the house, and then killed all the lights. Neighbors, however, were there to greet the police, and were all too willing to point them in the right direction.

There were footsteps and a heavy knock at the door. The light from bright flashlights shone through the windows, lighting the room as if it were a nightclub filled with roving stage lights. Rex had a pistol in his hand, and told us he’d kill us if we made a sound, but the cops weren’t giving up.

“Open it or we’ll break it down!” one of them yelled, identifying himself as a police officer. But Rex, again, told us to stay quiet or die.

Once again the police threatened to bust the door down, but Rex wouldn’t budge, and within seconds, the door gave way to one of their swift kicks, and they all came piling in, guns drawn, flashlights blazing.

“No one move!” one of them yelled, as one of them switched on the overhead light, and suddenly each of us had an officer on top of us, pushing our faces into the floor. They ripped the pistol from Rex’s hand, kicking him in the head, and within seconds we were all tightly handcuffed, all except for The Kid, whom they were calling an ambulance for. He was bleeding; his face covered with blood, and didn’t seem able to say much, although he was trying. None of them were listening to him though. Rex looked at me, and whispered. “Say anything, and I swear you’ll end up dead.”

I looked at him, disgusted, with a ‘fuck you’ kind of look.

Paramedics arrived, and took The Kid away, and Gabriel, Rex, and I, were loaded into one of the squad cards, and whisked away.

A few minutes later we were downtown at the pokey being booked. A bunch of them grabbed Rex, as he was out of hand and threatening everyone in sight, and sprayed mace at his face. Then they dragged him down a hallway, kicking and screaming, and tossed his ass into a lockup. Rex was still going off big time, so they sprayed some more mace at him.

"Keep it up and I'll taze your ass!" one of them yelled.

Yeah, I was talking now, telling them what a monster Rex was, but they didn’t seem to want to hear it.

“Too late now ladies.” one of them joked," You all should have opened the door when we told ya to."

We sat there, still in our handcuffs, for what seemed like an eternity. This was a busy place. There were plenty of Anchorage scumbags being dragged in and booked as we sat there watching. Most of them were drunk and disorderly. Guys that probably hadn’t been laid in years. Guys whose testosterone had gotten the best of them. After all, there ‘were’ twice as many men up here in Alaska, as there were women. One of them, seated next to me, was a mess, covered with dried blood. He looked like he was ready to pass out, but his bud, seated next to him, kept kicking him. At one point a lieutenant came over and hit his bud hard with a nightstick, telling him to keep his feet to himself. Yeah, it was Anchorage’s worst, all of them real losers.

One of the Sergeants walked over to us, a big woman. She took us into an interrogation room and told us that Rex had imputed us, but that The Kid, now in the hospital, had, instead, accused Rex, and told officers that Gabriel and I were innocent. She said that we’d probably get the current charges dropped, but then told us that we had more problems and left the room. Gabriel and I just sat there, still handcuffed, looking at each other, very confused.

In a few minutes the Sergeant returned carrying some papers and photographs, which she laid out on the table, and a videotape that she pressed into a machine. She said they’d matched us to a couple of Jane Doe's, that had falsely accused a store guard of rape, falsified a report, and had stolen clothing from a store called Girly Whirly. Shit, that fucking Garga ratted us out. He was the one that had tried to fuck with us first. Little prick wanna-be cop. I thought about how I’d get some retaliation.

“What about the videotape of the security guard trying to rape us?” I asked, but she said they didn’t have any such tape, just a tape of us stealing the clothing.

How nice; I guess it was his word against ours, even if we ‘had’ used fake names. Hell, what had I called myself? Oh yeah; Fina Lee. Hmmmm. It was just too bad that we’d ripped the clothing off, as it ruined all our credibility. Girly Whirly had videotape, but didn’t know who we really were and had submitted it to the police. We’d never have been in this mess if it weren’t for Rex, that fuck. ‘Maybe we should be hanging with better people’, I thought, but then that wasn’t me. I’d always gotten dragged into this kind of shit. As much as I hated it, I loved it. The sergeant left and an officer came in and took us to a cell.

Well, it wasn’t so bad; we didn’t have the cash to bail ourselves out but Gabriel and I were ok with it because they let us share a cell. We’d mess around all day and have sex at night. The food wasn’t so bad either, except for all those fucking baked beans that tasted like sick shit. Everyday they’d take us to the showers. I loved it, as there were often hot bitches, albeit often a bit rough looking, showering with us. We’d trade crime stories, often made up, and sometimes get a little crazy; once molesting a couple of girls also accused of shoplifting. They, of course, loved it, so we agreed to hook up when we all get out.

Word was going around that some big guys, from a local gang named ‘The Ice Boys’, all temporarily incarcerated as well, were doing Rex in the bunghole every night, and that Rex was going to kill them all when they all got out. But word also had it that The Ice Boys liked to kill as well. That's why they were in here, booked for attempted murder. Guess the guy hadn't died. Their specialty; using icicles to stab their victims. No weapons to trace, and no fingerprints. They’d been busted for a stabbing they’d done deep in the woods, but chances were, they’d walk, as once again, there was no real evidence.

Rex’s jailhouse name is Roxanne. We also heard that they make him wear panties while they have their way with him, and never spare the Vaseline. He’s threatened just about everyone inside, but most of the other inmates just laugh at him, realizing that The Ice Boys will keep him in line. We heard too, that he’d either killed or badly injured someone, while they all showered. The witnesses knew only that they’d taken the victim away, in very bad shape, supposedly one of the Ice Boys.

Days later. The Kid had been released from the hospital, had picked up some cash, and came down with a bondsman to bail us out. His face was still messed up, covered with scabs, but we were really glad to see him. Yeah, we’d convert him to a real man tonight. No more of that gay shit with Rex. We’d give him a real good time tonight.

We picked up our personal items, as we were released, and I checked my messages. I’d gotten a phone call from my office. The message, from one of the secretaries, said that I’d been fired. I found out later that Rex had told them that I was on drugs, and had gotten word to them that I was in jail. God I hate him. When I pick up my check, I just may kick my ex boss in the balls. Those fucks.

We’re still at Rex’s place, eating all his food, and doing everything we can to mess with his shit, like wiping our butts with his toothbrush. The Kid drilled a hole in one of the fresh logs in his fireplace, and inserted an M80. Oh, I’d pay bucks to see that baby go off the next time old Rex had a nice roaring fire. We’ve peed on his mattress several times too. Now his bedroom smells like a subway filled with too many homeless people. Oh, to see his face when he gets back. Oh, and would I have sold most of his CD's?

The next day The Kid took Rex’s monster truck out for a little drive and flipped it when he took a corner too fast, leaving it on a sidewalk, upside down, still running, with the big tires just spinning in the air. He crawled out through the broken window, and ran from the scene. Rex has supposedly found out, and rumor has it that The Kid is now on Rex’s hit list too. Guess that hit list is growing by the day. We’d heard that a guard had overheard all this, and had shaken down his cell and found drugs, so now Rex Rude the Tough Dude is in even more shit. We just hoped that they’d keep his sorry ass locked up forever.

We’ve been going through all Rex’s stuff, finding drugs, jewelry, and then a real jackpot; a large stash of cash in the attic, that The Kid managed to find inside the floor. We’ve spent over an hour counting it, and although we’ve lost count several times, think we have about ten grand. Oh, how damn sweet this is, and won’t Rex, or should I call him by his jailhouse name, Roxanne, be mighty pissed when he finds out. The three of us must’ve sat there laughing for an hour, while drinking most of his booze. The Kid wants to blow town, taking Rex’s truck. We’ll probably go with him.

Days later now, we’ve been living high on the hog, spending Rex’s stash on some expensive dinners, and buying clothes, although obviously not at Girly Whirly.

Continuing rumors have it that Rex is now through his arraignment and other hearings, but he’s still stuck inside as they’ve raised his bail even higher now. They’ve dug up additional old warrants from other states, and they say poor Roxanne is getting madder by the minute. Apparently they’ve had to place him into a straight jacket several times now, and medicate him with tranquilizers. The Ice Boys managed to get to him, while he was restrained in his straight jacket one day, and really did a number on his butt. A real gang bang, quite literally.

The Kid managed to get Rex’s truck fixed so it’s at least drivable now, although it still looks pretty damn nasty. Some of the off-road lights, that adorned the big roll bar, are still attached, but sit there looking more like pancakes with pieces of broken glass protruding from the crushed metal.

We’re seriously thinking of stealing it and driving down the Alaskan highway through Canada, then to Washington State, and then down the west coast all the way to Mexico, although the road conditions can be very bad with long delays this time of year. There are reports of vandals along the highway too, so you have to watch your back. Besides, Rex could get out at any time, and there’d be no escaping his wrath, so yeah, we need to blow this place soon. Besides our court date is approaching, and I personally, don’t feel like showing up.

The next morning now; we’ve began loading the truck up with heavy sleeping bags and supplies in case we’re stuck on the highway, as it’s freezing cold this time of year. The Kid’s worried that Rex will come after us. Yeah, I’m sure he will, wherever we go, whether we steal his truck or not, so why not take it? We’ll tell one of Rex’s buds, not that he has many left, that we’ve taken the truck to get it fixed, so he won’t wonder where it is for a while. Knowing that bitch, he’ll figure it out soon enough though.

The three of us have been sleeping together in our room every night. Hell, we use Rex's bed for peeing on, so it's off limits. It’s great. Sometimes we do a threesome sixty-nine with our heads inside each other’s legs. I’m dreaming about Mexico. I figure they’ll never find us there. Gabriel and I have decided we’ll default, and not show up for court, as we already know the Judge hates us. Last time we appeared, he gave us some real shit. The guy's just got a bad attitude, not that we didn’t. Who knows what kind of sentence he’d hand us. Don’t even want to chance it. They’re not much on people from the lower forty-eight up here so yeah; we’re hitting the road.

Chapter 3 'The North Slope'

2000-03-17T19:48:00.000-08:00

A week has gone by now. We’d hopped a puddle jumper, Gabriel and I, and landed on a snow-covered airstrip here after suffering through a very turbulent flight. It was even colder here, darker too, and it was desolate as hell, just lots of metal buildings covered with snow and icicles, a couple of airplanes, and a bunch of snowmobiles, all lit by big lights perched atop big towers, adorned with lots of antennae.

We couldn’t see them, but there were supposedly miles and miles of oilrigs in the distance. The guys would leave to service them in the morning, and return each evening filthy dirty, covered with oil, and hungry as hell.

We were the only women here, well, good-looking ones anyway. There were some older fat women that looked like Eskimos that did laundry and cooking for the crews. Once in a while they’d fly some workingwomen in to relieve the guys. Well, I was working, but I wasn’t here to relieve the guys. I was supposed to be doing engineering, but nothing was ready for me, and my blueprints hadn’t shown up. Some mix up down in the lower forty-eight. They’d sent my stuff back to Sarasota by mistake.

We’d met a lot of the guys, but no one we’d really liked that much till this hunk came along a few days into our stay here. He’d flown in yesterday, a Rig Mechanic, to begin his two-week stint. The guys were on rotating shifts, doing two weeks here, and then got two weeks off, back in Anchorage.

Rex Rude was his name; he stood six foot six, loved wrestling, and made pretty good money doing his job. He ran into us outside the showers one night, still putting his sweatshirt on over his still damp muscular body. He, like Gabriel and I, is bisexual and told us all about a young guy, his live-in boy, back in Anchorage that he calls ‘The Kid’. He told us all about how they regularly have ‘rough sex’, the only way he can get off. Said The Kid likes it, the only way he can get off too, so it just worked well for them.

Some of the other guys warned us to be careful. They said that Rex suffers from a nasty temper, likes fucking with people, and goes off quite regularly for no reason. He’d been fired a few times, but for some reason, probably intimidation, they’d bring him back each time. They said he’d killed a few guys that had pissed him off years ago. Never went to jail for it though, as they couldn’t get anyone to testify against him.

Well, we didn’t see that side of Rex. He was a man’s man, and we’d had some good nights in bed with him, although he did act as a jackhammer when he’d do us. Plenty of the other guys would try and move in on us, but Rex let it be known that anyone who did would die a painful death. We thought he was kidding, but then maybe not.

After a couple of weeks I’d finished my work there, and was more than ready to leave this desolate, freezing cold, place. We flew back to Anchorage with Rex, another very bumpy flight, and returned to our hotel.

We’d often hang out at Rex’s place, on the outskirts of town, and had met his little boyfriend ‘The Kid’. He was young, much younger than Rex, although he looked even younger than he actually was, kind of a little guy with longish blonde hair, and very cute. Yeah, Rex was pretty abusive with him, but The Kid didn’t seem to mind one bit. One night while we all watched Blue Velvet on Rex’s plasma screen, and had finished off a few too many rounds of Ron Rico Rum, he and Rex had gone into the bedroom to have sex. Gabriel and I could hear the sounds of some pretty rough stuff emanating from that room; banging on the walls, yelling, and then the sounds of very rough sex, a lot of slapping and pounding. We both wondered if he was killing this poor kid. They both emerged looking very satisfied though.

Rex calls him The Kid, as if he were his illegitimate son or something. He berates him constantly, but The Kid puts up with it. I guess he kind of loves him. Says Rex beats him pretty good, which makes them both climax. I told him that he’d been rough with me too, riding me hard, and how I liked it, and how I’d never become orgasmic that fast in my life. Later that night, after some more rounds of Ron Rico, we all played with Gabriel. It was like a love fest, and Gabriel was the queen.

It’s been a few weeks now, and these days we call him ‘Rex Rude the Tough Dude’ which seems to get him off. He’ll run around his house smashing things for the hell of it. Doesn’t seem to care though, and always comes home the next night with things to replace the items he’s broken. He loves being sadistic, which turns me on, but I’d really like to beat him someday, just to turn the tables. The guy makes us think though, but maybe we’re getting too crazy. Gabriel’s talking about how she wants to abuse The Kid too, so we’ll see what happens. Yeah, it’s pretty messed up, but that’s the way we all like it. Rex is driving us into the woods tomorrow; we’ll do more X, and see what goes down. I want more men in my life, and want them to go crazy over me. I want them to bite me and torture me until I scream. I want to watch The Kid scream too. I want to travel the world searching for crazy sex. Ok, I’ve lost it. Too much X I guess.

The next day now, and we’re all back from our little adventure into the woods with Rex, The Kid, and the Ecstasy. We’d driven up Route 1 near Artesian Village and then drove into the woods on one of the many rugged off-road trails easily conquered with Rex’s big 4X4. Very cool truck, a lifted crew cab, all black, with huge tires, and lots of extra off-road lights. I’m still high from the X. We had some very nasty sex. Rex tied us to trees, then tortured us in various ways, then had sex with Gabriel and I, and later with The Kid after ball gagging him and beating him up a bit. It got crazy out there, it seemed to go on for hours; lots of screaming, and not a soul around to hear us. Gabriel and I lay in the back seat on the way home and masturbated one another.

Rex is off work for a week and, for some reason, my company has suspended me for a couple of weeks. I’m really not sure why, although I haven’t really been getting along with my boss. He wants me, yeah in that way, but he’s a big fat pig, probably over three hundred pounds now, and disgusts me to no end. I almost throw up when I look at him now that I know his intentions. If I quit, I’ll kick the bastard in the nuts on the way out. That’s if the fat doesn’t get in the way.

Turns out Rex has bundles of cash. We’re not sure if it’s all from his salary, or he’s got something else going on. He’s always got large canisters of drugs in his safe, so who knows. He’s told us that we can live there if we want, as he’s got an extra bedroom that used to be The Kids, till he moved in with Rex. We’ve given our company paid hotel rooms to some guys we’d met and they’re giving us the money to pocket, something we’ll keep secret from Rex and The Kid. Gabriel may quit her job as things aren’t working out for her either. They want her to sign a contract she’s not exactly crazy about, and they complain when she goes to the bathroom to masturbate several times a day. I guess one of the ladies was watching from another stall and ratted her out. Bitch!

One night, we were eating dinner at the house, and Rex, who has been a real dick lately, told The Kid to get below the table and blow him while he ate. Anything to humiliate the little fuck, as he says. We’re going to the 5th avenue Mall here in Anchorage tomorrow, to shop for clothes. We figure we’ll get a little wild and flash some people, something we’ve gotten so good at. Anything to get people going. Then we might go to a gay bar called Mad Myrna’s and maybe to another called Raven. Rex and The Kid are in their bedroom now and they’re making plenty of noise. They’re getting very rough again and something is banging the wall now. There’s screaming too, lots of screaming.

I’m having second thoughts about Rex lately. It seems like he’s on drugs, well yeah, he is, but he’s taking too much. He continues to destroy things, although it’s getting worse, and more frequent. He smashed The Kid’s head into the wall one day for no reason, The Kid falling to the ground unconscious. Rex kicked him, telling him to get up, but The Kid was out for a while.

The Kid had confided in me, earlier today, that Rex admitted badmouthing me at work, trying to get me fired. Said he wanted me destitute, so he could own me like he owned The Kid. Yeah, like I said, he’s getting to be a real fuck. Gabriel and I went to bed afterwards. I’ve been going crazy with sexual feelings and the only thing I think about is sex and sadomasochism with her. I love this girl.

The next afternoon we shopped at Girly Whirly, an expensive fashion boutique, at the 5th Avenue Mall, and started trying on clothes. Gabriel and I got totally worked up, looking at each other in all our new outfits, so we had sex in the dressing room. This prissy bitch sales lady heard us screaming and called for security, one of them showing up a minute later, looking rather pissed.

He was a real pampas ass named Garga, who had a real attitude, the kind that always wanted to be a cop, but never quite made the cut. So he decides to take us back into the dressing room and then tried to fuck with us. Gabriel decided to kick him in the balls, then screamed, pretending that he was raping her. Figured we could sue the store and make some quick cash. Well ya gotta love the girl. People came running, and then more guards. Garga was pissed, calling us every obscenity in the book, but the other store guards quickly silenced him taking him away.

They ended up escorting us from the store, with the clothes we’d tried on still under our arms, afraid of the repercussions I guessed. We kind of figured we wouldn’t be going back there again soon, unless it was to fuck with Garga. ‘Mr. Attitude Wanna be cop’.

After all that fun, we headed over to Mad Myrna’s, a gay bar downtown with lots of crazies. Gabriel and I put on a bit of a show; kissing and fingering each other at the bar. A while later, Rex and The Kid came down to join us, had some beers and proceeded to have a lovers quarrel which quickly turned into some fist flying action. Rex was doing some serious damage to The Kid, now bloodied, before they’d pulled them apart. We were really beginning to dislike Rex, he was just going too far these days. The Kid had told us he was on roids, [steroids], that we’d heard can turn one into a real asshole.

Well, it seemed that the other ‘boys’ at Mad Myrna’s took a real disliking to Rex Rude as well, after seeing what he’d done to The Kid, and dragged him into the alley, then beating him pretty good. Rex had managed to smash one of them in the head with a pool stick he’d grabbed, but the rest finally managed to get him down, and did him like he was their bitch. Rex was pissed as hell, although barely able to get up from the pavement. He screamed at them, vowing to kill them all.

We drove home, all of us in Rex’s truck, in complete silence, except for some expletives that came from Rex’s mouth, mumbling about something. God, what a fucking loser he was. Gabriel and I were pissed, and so were Rex and The Kid.

After we got home, I went into The Kid’s room, while Rex was in the shower cleaning his wounds, and walked over to him running my fingers through his long blonde hair. He lay there on the bed, bruised and battered, looking pretty down, so after pulling my jeans off, I climbed on top of him and sat on his face. He didn’t seem to like it at first but then I rubbed his crotch a bit, and squeezed my thighs around his face, and he got very turned on, pulled my panties to one side, and started licking me. Yeah, it felt good. I think The Kid could get to like licking pussy. Gabriel came in and decided to have sex with him and afterwards he told us that he loved us. Maybe we could make a straight man of him yet. We found Rex passed out on the bathroom floor.

He’s turned into a monster lately. He’s never his old self, but instead, acts like some kind of a killing machine, ready to go off at any time. We think he’s doing too much coke too. Yeah, he threatens to kill us for no reason, and seems to think that because he’s supporting us, he has a right to treat us like shit. Told us that we’re his bitches, and that we’d better get used to it. We may have to move out, even know we like the house, and we love The Kid. I just didn’t want to end up dead.