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Author's Notes: NEIGHBOR'S is second book of the Gold Club Series. Book
Two deals with the seduction and recruitment of a respectable 40something
couple into the bisexual, anything goes, Gold Club. After a few short
weeks of progressive debasement and debauchery, Jim and Candice willing
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NEIGHBORS By Art Martin CHAPTER 20

THURSDAY WEEK THREE

Next morning, things hadn't improved on the rig. We were still stuck,
and had gone from Plan A, to Plan B, and now we were on Plan C. I asked
for an update around 5 PM or if and when they got free.

I sat down with my laptop and prepared an email advisory to my
investors, informing them of the drilling problem. I didn't mention that
our main objective appeared to be depleted. No sense in giving them too
much bad news, especially when the degree of depletion was unknown and
there was always the possibility of one of the secondary objectives being
good.

I knew it was going to be a long day, so I wacked off to relieve my
amative urges, to the visions of lovely Latrisca and me doing nasty,
naughty things. Damn, she was one sexy broad. I made a mental note to ask
her to hang out with me on the days Gina was away on a trip.

I went searching for a good cup of coffee and stopped at a crowded caf,.
I went inside and sat down. The waitress delivered the menu and poured me
a cup of coffee. I looked up at her and it was Karen! Not recognizing me,
she turned and moved to another table before I could speak. I watched her
intently. Short auburn hair, about 5' 6". I was sure that it was her.

A few minutes later she came to take my order. "What would you like
today Sir?"

I looked up from the menu and straight into her green eyes, "I want your
pussy."

Speechless, she stared back, still not putting the face and place
together.

"Karen. It's me, Jim Levert, Galveston."

"Oh my god! Jim!" She hugged my neck and jumped up and down nearly
pulling me out of the booth. She made quite a scene with her enthusiasm.
"What are you doing here?"

"Came to fuck you."

"Shhhh!!! Not so loud!"

I explained why I was there.

"Can you come over to the house tonight?"

"Probably. I can't see having to get back to the rig before midnight at
the earliest."

"Good! Oh, I'm so glad to see you. That was a fun weekend wasn't it?"

"Lots of fun. How's Josh?"

"He's about the same. I know he'll be glad to see you." She look around
quickly, "I'd better take your order, we're very busy this morning."

I pointed at the menu. "Give me the Country Boy Special with bacon,
eggs over easy."

She hurried off. Damn small world. I knew she was a waitress, but I
had no idea where she worked. What good luck. Seeing her reminded me just
what a nice tight fuck she was and I got a hard on. Damn! I'd just beat
my meat a little while ago, and here I was feeling horny again.

A few minutes later she brought my breakfast. She put down a piece of
paper along with the order. "Here's our number and address. Call us
around 5:30. I can fix a gumbo for supper. You want me to call a girl
friend for you?"

I thought a moment, "No, four's a crowd. Besides it's you I'm coming to
see."

As she poured me another cup of coffee, she whispered, "A threesome it
is."

I ate my breakfast and left her a fiftydollar tip for the sixdollar
breakfast. I knew I wouldn't need the motel room tonight so after jacking
off again, I checked out. I decided to hang around the rig watching porn
movies all afternoon, but before I left town I went to a drug store and
stocked up on condoms and a tube of KY. I found a truck stop and went in
looking for a French tickler. I found what I wanted.

At the rig the day went by slowly, with no progress being made on
freeing up the stuck drill pipe. I watched Playboy for several hours.
Jack's videos were better than some of the stuff shown that afternoon, but
other material was graphic enough. The image of Ben's dickhead
disappearing into his sister's ass kept coming to mind along with the image
of old fat Jack putting it to my daughter.

Around 5 o'clock I was about to leave when word came down off the drill
floor that the pipe had worked free.

Hallelujah!!!!

We would have to circulate the drilling mud and get the drilling mud
back into good condition for logging. Then we would have to ream out the
trouble spot, and circulate bottoms up before we began tripping the drill
pipe out of the hole. That'd take eighteen hours approximately, and 11:00
AM tomorrow would be show time, give or take a few hours.

I was in a good mood as I drove back towards Port Allen for my visit
with my beach buddies. I called about 5:45, and Josh answered the phone.
He was cordial but not ebullient. I asked him if I could bring something
over. He suggested I bring some beer. I stopped and bought a couple of
cases, a mix of domestic and Mexican brews.

I arrived at the address, a small white wood frame house of no
particular architectural style other than the functional school with one
forlorn bush for landscaping. Gathering up the two cases of beer and a bag
of ice, I made it up the stoop and rang the doorbell with my left pinkie.
Josh answered, dressed in blue work clothes that covered his tattoos and
some of his pierced body parts.

"Whoa! I was thinking of a sixpack! Come on in Jim!" He beamed as he
looked at all the brew. I had scored my points with him. "How have you
been, buddy?"

"Fine Josh, just fine."

"Karen said you were here for an oil well, and that there was some
problem."

"Problem was fixed, oh about an hour ago. I don't need to be back out
there until late tomorrow morning."

"Where are you staying?"

"Uh, I guess here?"

He lowered his eyebrows as he replied, "Oh, you think you can just give
my girlfriend fifty bucks and then come over and fuck her all night?"

I detected a trace of hostility in his voice. "Uh, I don't mean to be
presumptuous Josh. Maybe I should leave."

"Look asshole. Galveston was fun, but I don't like you paying her fifty
bucks for a fuck."

"That was a tip for breakfast!"

He broke out into a grin and said, "Oh, in that case, you're welcome to
stay and fuck her all night!"

I laughed to shake off my tension. He had me worried there for a
moment.

"Where's the pussy du joir?" I inquired.

"In the kitchen. Lets get some of this on ice to keep it cold."

She was at the stove stirring her pot of gumbo, still in her waitress
uniform. I walked up from behind and reached around and caressed her
breasts while I kissed and nibbled her ear.

"Hmmmm!! Hi, Jim!" She turned and kissed me deeply. My hands went from
her tits to her ass and I squeezed her cheeks while working my fingers in
her crack. "Can you stay tonight?"

"Yeah, if Josh will let me."

"I'd cut him off for a month if he didn't! Now leave me alone until
supper is finished, or we'll never eat."

"What do want to drink?" asked Josh.

I chose a dark Mexican brew and we sat at the kitchen table drinking
while Karen cooked. I thought of their interest in Crystal Springs and
what Bob had told me about the place.

"Josh, are you and Karen still interested in going to that nudist camp,
Crystal Springs."

"It's a resort. Yeah, we're interested. However our friends can't seem
to get any information from them."

"I know some people who are members, and they might be able to help. I
understand that they are very careful about who they will consider for
membership."

"You have to be a member?"

"Yeah, it's members only. They are very careful about protecting their
members from blackmail or whatever."

"Blackmail?

"Yeah. Actually it's an outdoor fuck club where anything goes. I
understand the place is beautiful, very scenic. Before they will even
consider you, you must be recommended by a member, as they don't take
unsolicited applications. Next they do a thorough background check to make
sure you are who you say you are, and not the cops or any one with a
criminal record. They also require quarterly medical screening for
sexually transmitted diseases. There's a hefty membership fee you must
pay, plus annual dues and day use fees."

"How hefty?"

"I'm not sure, but a couple of thousand at least."

His head dropped a few inches, "A couple of thousand?!"

"I'm not sure about that. But if you want, I'll find out. I'll also
get you that recommendation you need to get your foot in the door, if
you're interested. Maybe I can get you in as a guest."

Karen turned from her stove and added, "Well we're very interested. At
Galveston, you expanded our sexual horizons far beyond anything we had
previously considered. We need someway to express that sexuality. It
sounds like the place for us to go."

She served up the bowls of chicken and sausage gumbo over rice. I
discovered that she's a pretty good cook. We continued our discussion of
Crystal Springs and sex in general. Apparently Galveston was a real eye
opener for Karen. She discovered anal sex, which she now regularly enjoyed
and she confessed to have a burning desire to be taken by two men at once,
and she wanted to try three. Josh said he found that threeway and
fourway sex was exciting, and that he a hard on thinking of me doing Karen
tonight. Both expressed frustration that since Galveston there hadn't been
an opportunity for group sex.

"What about sex with your friends, the ones who wanted to go to Crystal
Springs?"

Josh said, "We invited them over, but we never got around to asking them
if they wanted to really party. I guess we're just too damned shy."

As Karen finished clearing the table, Josh reached around from behind
and began unbuttoning her dress, giving me a show as he stripped his girl,
unbuttoning the entire dress from top to bottom and then slowly removing it
from her shoulders and arms. She wore a blue topaz in her belly. He
removed her bra, freeing her freckled tits and revealing her rose tattoo.
He tweaked and gently pulled on her nipples causing them to become erect.

He had her turn around slowly, showing off her thong panties before he
invited me to remove them. I pulled them down to her ankles and butterfly
tattoo. She stepped out of them and as she did her ringed toes were an
instant turn on for me. I began sucking her toes while Josh continued his
manipulation of her nipples and breasts. Her toes were salty from her
day's work. I still stunk of cigarette smoke from the rig trailer, and I
had already earlier caught a whiff of BO from Josh. We all needed a bath
and as I stood I suggested we all shower and clean off the day's grime.

Josh said, "Good idea, I think I smell!" He reached out began
unbuttoning my shirt and then he made a show for Karen of stripping me,
inviting her to remove my underwear. I was surprised but pleased when he
grasped my dick and stroked it to erection while Karen watched. Josh too
had cravings ignited in Galveston that he wanted fulfilled.

Then it was my turn to strip Josh. Removing his long sleeve work shirt
I revealed his sunburst tattoo on his right deltoid and the vine tattoo
circling his left bicep. He wasn't wearing his nipple ring tonight. Once
Karen removed his drawers I returned the favor of fondling his dick as be
continued to toy with mine. It was going to be grand night of sex.

In the crowded shower I bathed Karen while Josh bathed me. He paid
particular attention to my asshole, running a soapy finger up my ass. I
didn't object and he correctly surmised that my ass was his for the taking
tonight. I turned around and soaped him down. He closed his eyes and
smiled as I in turn explored his ass with my fingers. He too wanted it
where the sun never shines.

They only had a standard double bed in their small bedroom so we settled
into the living room. The carpeted floor was just fine for what we were
about to do. We were getting it on in various combinations and I had
already used and discarded on the floor three condoms plus the French
tickler, while Josh had discarded the one condom he had used on me.

We were locked in a double dick duo with me on top, fucking away at her
ass, when suddenly there was a crashing noise. The front door flew open
and in rushed half a dozen armed, black clad ninja's with the letters DEA
across the back! The bastards didn't knock or identify themselves, they
just broke the door down like some god damned Nazi's! I couldn't believe
it. I didn't have a chance to move off of Karen before an M16 was at my
head, with the agent ordering me not to move.

"God damn, look at that!" exclaimed one agent.

"Fucking perverted cockroaches! All right, show's over guys. Search
this whorehouse, we know it's here!"

Suddenly I had a real sinking feeling. What if Josh was dealing in
dope? Shit! What am I doing here?

"God damn, look at all the used rubbers! She must be crawling with
crabs!"

The muzzle of the M16 banged my head. "Okay asshole, hands behind the
head. Now slowly get up."

From the position I was in it was damned near impossible to get up with
my hands behind my head, but I struggled and managed to stand, soft dick
still covered in latex.

"Okay whore, hands behind the head. Now slowly get up." He pointed to
Josh, "You, stay still and don't move! All right, slowly, hands behind the
head. Now slowly get up."

We had to stand with our hands behind our head while they searched the
house. The agents were gawking and snickering, hurling insults at us.
Karen was in tears the entire time. As I stood there naked, I could see
across the street through the broken front door, and after about ten
minutes, a white van pulled out of the opposite driveway and drove off.

We continued to stand for fortyfive minutes as the DEA agents searched
the house in vain. They tore the hell out the place trying to find what
they were looking for. They didn't even find a marijuana roach.

We overheard an agent talking on the radio. "Pappa Bear, Pappa Bear,
this is Little Bear One. Negative on 379 Elm. Roger, I repeat, negative
on 379 Elm."

Josh exclaimed, "You dumb bastards!"

"You shut up!"

"No, you shut up! This is 376 Elm! 379 is across the street!"

The agents looked at each other in disbelief. One looked outside at the
number above the door. "Says 379."

Josh was red in the face, "It's 376! The six is missing a nail, it's
hanging upside down!"

"Oh, shit! God damn it! God damn it!" exclaimed Little Bear One, as he
realized his error.

Josh continued to rub it in, "The guy you're looking for drove off about
thirty minutes ago. You watched him drive away!"

"Uh, I'm sorry folks, there's been a mistake," Little Bear One said as
he desperately tried to find a way to extricate himself from the mess he
was now in.

I spoke up, "Just who the hell are you? I want to see some ID!"

"I don't have to show you shit!"

"Now I know why you assholes are called pigs! You act like pigs! This
was an illegal intrusion tonight!"

"I'm sure you wouldn't want it known what was going on here tonight."

"What was going on? We were fucking! Nothing illegal about that! On
the other hand you grossly violated our constitutional rights against
unreasonable search, not to mention the property damage you caused."

"We had a search warrant!"

"For across the street, not here!"

"You'll have to take that up with our headquarters. Okay men, clear out
of here and search the house across the street. Make damned sure it's 379
Elm!" Little Bear One left with his men without ever properly identifying
himself.

Josh and Karen surveyed the damage to their home. Everything was thrown
on the floor without regard to its value. Karen held a broken vase. She
was now really bawling. Josh picked up the phone and called the Port
Arthur Police, telling them that a half a dozen men broke into his house
and had ransacked it while holding us at gunpoint.

"No, they didn't identify themselves, but they're now across the street
ransacking Peter Moss's mother's house. You better hurry."

Within five minutes several police cruisers were at 379 Elm Street, and
a dispute broke out. Josh and I dressed and went across the street to talk
with the police officers. I demanded that they identify Little Bear One
and his merry band of incompetents. I also had the police inspect Josh and
Karen's home and document the damage. While the officers and agents
argued, the white van pulled into the driveway. The van was immediately
surrounded by armed DEA agents who searched the van, finding nothing but
groceries and the 72yearold lady driver.

We watched the circus from Josh's front porch. Little Bear One was
going berserk. Josh started laughing as the situation across the street
continued to deteriorate. I asked him, "What's so funny?"

"Peter Moss."

"Who is he?"

"Congressman Peter Moss, Mrs. Moss is his mother!"

"No shit!" Little Bear One had walked into a buzz saw!

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ANOTHER GIRL I spent the rest of that day trying to figure out what got
into me! OK, it wasn't that hard to understandI was attracted to Marc. I
think I had been attracted to him from the start. It had been quite a
while since I had been attracted to a guy that way. But I was wary. I
didn't want to be a rebound. I worried that if anything happened to us, it
would be him trying to replace Candy. That day, when I kissed him on the
grass, a lot of that seemed to go away. I didn't think, after what I had
seen, that he was mooning over Candy any more. In fact, he was very final
about it. I almost felt badCandy did seem repentant. But, I agreed with
himif I had been in that situation, I would have found it very hard to
trust her. Him grabbing my hand and telling her we were going out was a
ruse, I knew it, just to throw her off the scent. I didn't mindI thought
it was funny. But was really funny was the longer we sat there, his hand
in mind, the more I realized I really didn't mind. In fact, I rather liked
the thought. So, then, on a complete impulse, I kissed him. Then ran off
like a frightened schoolchild! Damn, I was confused. A few things
followed me around, though. The first was, that kiss was the kiss of my
life. And that shocked mebecause of the type of kiss it was. It was warm
and soft and tender, but not heated. That surprised me. All the kisses
I'd ever had that I thought were great were passionate and intense. Not
this oneand it still gave me goosebumps. Maybe it was because I initiated
itand Marc just went with me instead of trying to take it over. Then
again, that was one of the reasons I liked him. And, damn, I did like him!
That had snuck up on me as well. As our conversations turned from me
trying to buddy him up to talking about other things, I liked him more and
more. He was just great. It blindsided me. I was turning this stuff
around in my head for the next day. I didn't see him for that timethat
kiss had taken place in the early afternoon on a Wednesday. I hadn't seen
him since then on Wednesday, or all day Thursday. It was Thursday night,
right after dinner. The doorbell to the house rang, I answered it, and
there he was, grinning at me. And, before I knew it, I was getting totally
and thoroughly kissed. It made my knees so weak I almost fell over! He
broke the kissjust in time, before I was about to faintand looked at me.
Then he said, "I, uh, was just trying to find out if what happened
yesterday was real." "Well?" "Oh, yeah," he grinned. "As real as it gets."
"Good. I'd hate to be alone in this," I smiled backand then I kissed him.
It was still sweet and tender, but I still felt this fire beginning deep
inside me. The kiss built in intensity while still staying gentle and
soft. It was incredible. And it was so good it took a good couple of
minutes to realize where we werestill at the front door, which was wide
open! In fact, I might not have realized it if I hadn't heard Cat's little
throatclearing behind us. I broke the kiss, turned, and saw Cat grinning
at us. I looked a little sheepishI think Marc did, toobut Cat just
smiled, and then went into the living room. I pulled Marc into the house,
closed the door, and whispered, "Upstairs." "OK," he whispered back. We
got to my roomthank goodness Wendy wasn't there! I closed the door behind
meour 'privacy' signal in the houseand tackled Marc onto my bed. God, I
wanted him. This was not like me! At that point, however, I didn't care.
I was a seething bundle of need, and all for him. We kissed again. It's
amazing how the slightest feathery touch of my lips to his set off
firecrackers in the pit of my belly. Our kiss deepened. I reached for the
hem of his shirt just as he reached for minegiggling, we managed to
untangle ourselves long enough to get the shirts off. Then he reached for
my bra, and that came off. Then he reached for my bare boob. It was
incredible. I'd never felt the stunning combination of breathless urgency
and complete tenderness that Marc lavished on my boobs. He fondled one
with his hand, then moved his lips down to the other one. Oh GOD. It was
incredible. I was working up to a fever pitch in a hurry. I'm not quite
sure if I intended to sleep with him when I asked him to come up here with
mebut I certainly intended it now. I reached for the snap on his jeans.
He reached for mine. We stripped off our pants and underpants in record
time. "Oh, God, Marc, now! Please!" I said. He reached down for his
pants, grabbed his wallet, and ripped a packet out of it. It was frenzied,
the way I moved into position underneath him and he vaulted himself between
my legs, tearing the packet as he went.. Like I said, breathless urgency.
Until, that is, he took his cock, rolled a condom onto it, and slipped it
into my pussy oh so slowly. He hit bottom, taking what seemed like
forever, and then held himself there, staring into my eyes. "Oh MARC!" I
hissed as he started moving in and out of me, slowly and gently. He leaned
over me, resting on his elbows, and kissed me, his hands running gently
through my hair. He kept moving slowly in and out of me. It was
delicious. He had to be as frenzied as I was, but he was going slow,
building up, taking me with him. I gasped and moaned as I felt him slip
and slide in and out of me. "Oh, God, you're so good!" I gasped at him.
He lit up with a smile at that one! He kept it up, in and out, nice and
steady. His hands in my hair, his lips on mine. My legs wrapped around
his hips. My hands rubbed his shoulders. It just felt so good. My brain
picked out the sound of our breathing, the scent of sex, the little squishy
sounds my pussy made as he moved in and out of me, the feel of his lips on
mine. Then, as if on instinct, he started moving faster. I gasped, and
writhed beneath him, as his pace picked up. Not too fast, he was still
holding himself backthe poor guy must have been on a knife's edge, but he
was holding back, trying to take me with him. And boy was he succeeding. I
felt my climax start to build and build as he fucked me. "Oh, Marc, so
close...." I groaned. He heard me, and picked up the pace again. "YES!" I
howled as his thrusts got more frantic, his dick pounding into me and his
pubic bone battering my clit on every downstroke. "GOD YES! YES! MORE!
YES! CUMMMMMINNNNGGGGG!" I screamed. Oh, it was glorious. As I spasmed
around him, I felt his dick swell and jerk inside me, filling the condom.
He was still on top of me, supporting his weight with his elbows, as we
both came down from our orgasms. His dick wilted and slipped out of me.
"Oh my GOD," I hissed, a shiteating grin on my face. "You can say that
again," he grinned back. He rolled off me, took off the condom, tossed it
in the wastebasket, then pulled me alongside of him. We cuddled for a few
minutes. I think I was humming. That's when it started to get awkward.
Maybe if it had been a weekend night, and I could've asked him to stay the
night, it would've been different. That's usually not a problemCat and
Pru have the extralarge bedroom with a third bed in it, and Wendy would've
gladly slept there if I had asked her to. But, the problem was, it was
Thursdayand I had studying to do. He beat me to the punch. "This is
going to sound like I'm a complete asshole, but I have an exam tomorrow,
and my books aren't here." I giggled. "Well, that's OK. So do I. And,
though my books are here, I don't think I'd get much studying done if you
stuck around." He laughed at that, then sobered, looking at me. "Colleen,
I...I mean...I don't....." "I know. It's OK. Go study. We'll talk
later." "OK," he smiled. "Colleen? That wasstupendous." "Good word," I
agreed, grinning. "Go. Get dressed, get out of here. I can't afford to
flunk." He threw his clothes back on, kissed me goodnight, and headed out.
After he left, I did attempt to study. Really. But my mind was a blur. I
kept replaying what had happened. How the hell did I jump into bed with
him so quickly? I was amazed at myself. Not that I regretted it, mind
youhow could I regret sex that good? A couple hours after Marc left, Cat
came up and knocked on my door. I bade her come in. "Coll? Did you and
Marc, I mean, did you guys...." "Have sex?" I interrupted. She nodded
sheepishly. "I know it's none of my business......." "Well, he's one of
your best friends and he's having a rough time of it, so I understand your
concern. Yes, we had sex." "What's going on with you two?" "I'm not sure,"
I admitted. "Look, this just happened. I never do this. And we both have
exams tomorrow, so we couldn't really talk afterwards." "Ah," she said.
"Listen. Colleen, you know I love you, but Marc is my oldest and dearest
friend. He's already had his heart broken recently." "Funny, I was worried
about the opposite," I admitted. "Don't," Cat said. "Trust me on this
one. Marc doesn't just go to bed with anyone." "Neither do I. We have to
talk it out, though." "Good." She grinned at me. "Colleen? He'll never
disappoint you, I promise you that." "He didn't two hours ago, I know that
much!" Cat just looked at me. "Cat? You've never been interested in him
that way, have you?" "No," she smiled. "Well, let me just say this. If
Wendy was looking for better than that, she's the stupidest person in the
world!" Cat just broke up laughing.

The End This is the third story in this story arc. The previous one
is I'm A Loser. The next one will be Don't Let Me Down.

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Taltos

It doesn't really matter what the kid was in for, except that it
was definitely a murder rap and he definitely deserved it. Maybe it was a
crime of passion, beating his exgirlfriend and her mother to death, maybe
not. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that he found himself in the
van, cuffed hand and foot, with several other miscreants all bound for
Augusta Correctional Institute, dazed and scared and trying to look tough.
There was another guy in the van, some hardass dealer in for his
third time, who smelled greenie all over the kid and picked him out to be
his new boy once they were safety ensconced inside. But that doesn't really
matter either, because he didn't last long. The kid made the often fatal
mistake of mouthing off to the guy doing the stripsearch, and when the
screws take a disliking to you it isn't pretty. That's how the kid ended up
in the same cell as Jack Taltos, and that's how his life really changed.
The warden owed Taltos a favor anyway, it doesn't really matter
what except that it involved a small wax doll of his exwife, and he knew
Taltos wasn't one to turn down a new boy himself. So when the word came
down, the screws rolled their eyes, smiled grimly, and marched him in the
other direction. Troublemaker. Getting your asshole stretched was
practically part of the prison experience for firsttime kids, but Jack
Taltos was something else again.
Not that he looked like much at first. Not big, like the sleek
black mountains that called themselves the Leopard Brothers. Not tall, like
the almostNazis. Hard to tell what he looked like, slumped in his cell that
first night, hard to tell what age he was except that it wasn't young. Not
with that harsh, grating crow's voice. Hairy all over, like an animal.
Shaved head, like everyone else in AMCI, like the kid now with his fresh
stubble burning under his resentful hand. Hanging above his bed were long
braids of dishwater hair, lots of them, with pieces of bone and stone and
weeds and nails and broken glass braided in. Jack Taltos' braids had reached
past his waist when they'd brought him in, and they'd cut it all off, but he
still had them, played them like a rosary.
And the tattooes, those they hadn't been able to take away. Even
his skull was tattooes, with a screaming face on top of his head, black
wings sweeping down to his temples, tongue lolling out to the nape of his
neck. The prison barber had nearly fainted when he'd uncovered it. That was
the only tattoo that made any sense, if you could call it that. Every other
one was twistysquirmy ribbon patterns, black and red and green, knotting
and unknotting, maybe forming letters and maybe not. They writhed over his
arms and legs and torso, and the weirdest thing was that they weren't always
in the same place. At least that's what would occur to you after watching
him for a while, and then thinking, wasn't that red swirl on the left
forearm yesterday instead of the right? And just when you were thinking,
naw, couldn't be, I must be crazy, he'd look up at you and grin that sly
yellowtoothed coyote's grin, evileyed, and you'd break out into a sweat
and never dare say a thing.
The kid learned all this about Taltos the first day, sitting on his
cot across the cell, huddled up to the wall, but he didn't learn what the
guy was in for until the next day, when he heard that from other inmates.
Taltos was a Most Wanted. He'd killed at least one person that they'd been
able to prove, and about thirty more that they hadn't. The only reason
they'd been able to pin the one murder on him was that he'd been caught
sodomizing the corpse behind a dumpster. The inmates who related the story
to the kid looked at him almost in pity.
Taltos himself didn't deny the charge. "That one was a mulengro, a
black sorcerer," he said sagely, staring at the kid with eyes that were
maybe blue and maybe grey and maybe greenishyellow. It changed from day to
day. "Dude like that, you kick his bucket, maybe he comes back to bother
you, y'know? Fucking the body's the best way to neutralize the spirit.
Remember that. You might need to do it yourself someday, you never know." He
grinned at the kid, who was trying not to look at his tattooes.
"Yeah," said the kid. "Sure." He wondered why this guy wasn't in a
mental institution, in a padded cell. The whole first week, all Taltos did
was talk to him. Said he was a wizard, a shaman. Told him about turning into
a bird or an animal, about creatures he'd seen and people he'd killed. About
what happened to the last kid in that cell, the one who fought him. There
was a brownish smear on the wall where he'd beat this head against it until
he'd fractured his skull and died. Taltos had sat there the whole time
watching, not lifting a finger. Taltos had never killed anybody that people
in AMCI could see; people that he didn't like just died mysteriously, or
sometimes killed themselves. Nobody bothered Jack Taltos. Nobody.
Again, it was the inmate grapevine that filled in the picture. The
last kid had told people, whitefaced and drawn, that whenever he got a
hardon his dick looked and felt like it was crawling with maggots. After
two weeks he couldn't take it any more. The new kid didn't believe a word of
it, of course. All bullshit. All of it. Until that dealer decided he'd had a
long enough time to settle in and made his preliminary move.
The other guys had warned his about it, of course, warned him that
the kid was Taltos' boy now, or as good as, but this guy had spent his last
two terms in AMCI before Taltos had gotten caught, and he didn't believe it
either. Taltos himself didn't say a word, just watched with narrowed eyes
while the dealer pushed the kid up against the wall and told him what was
going to happen to him as soon as they got some time alone. He didn't say a
word, but that night the screams started.
They were terrible screams, bloodcurdling, anguished. The kid could
hear the screws banging on the pusher's cell, yelling at him to shut up, but
he didn't. Then the cell door ground open and they went in to convince him,
but he still didn't stop screaming. About this time the kid heard Taltos
chuckle in the next bed and opened one eye.
He was sitting up in bed, toying with something. As the light went
on down the hall the kid could see that it was a figure about three inches
high, a little man, dangling from a string, made of wound paper. Taltos
chuckled again, batted it with his hand like a cat. Its legs were spread,
and there was an unbent paper clip shoved up between them.
They took the guy away to the infirmary, and he never came back. No
one that the kid asked was able to tell him what had happened. That night,
Taltos came to his bed. "You owe me, kid," he said. "I did it for you, to
keep you safe from him."
That the kid gave in at that point doesn't matter. What does
matter, very much, was why he did it. It wasn't just fear, although that
would have been a perfectly understandable reason. It was power. Maybe
Taltos couldn't really do the things he'd bragged about doing change
shape, make cars run without gasoline, talk to trees, become invisible.
Maybe all he could do was make his tattooes crawl around and make people
hurt real bad without maying a hand on them, but that was enough. That was
more than the kid had seen in his entire boring life, and he wanted a taste
of it, wanted to learn. And if he had to go down on his knees for it, so be it.
Taltos pulled his dick out of his pants, and it was just as nasty
as the rest of him. It was tattooed with a snake crawling around it, with
the snake's green head right on the head of the dick, fangs bared. There
were little indentations all over where they'd taken out his piercings, and
under the pubic hair on his balls was the vague murky tattoo of something
unappetizing crawling its way over the scrotum. All in all it looked like
something you'd rather vomit than put in your mouth, but the kid squeezed
his eyes shut and did what he had to do. Afterwards, Taltos rolled him over
and took him, and he could have sworn the thing squirmed its way in, and it
felt so good, so good he moaned and came and was disgusted with himself.
"If you're so powerful," the kid gasped to him, laying on his back
and looking up, feeling the hot jism leak out his sore asshole, "then why
the hell are you in here?"
Taltos gave him a wry, grim smile. "Every seventh year, my power
wanes. They caught me, and I should have expected it. But it's getting
stronger already. Month or two, I'll be out of here."
"Yeah, right. How you gonna do that? Fly?" Sarcasm was acid in the
kid's mouth.
"Nah. Walk right out."
"Yeah. Sure."
There was silence for a moment while Taltos chewed on a hangnail.
"You want to come with me?" he asked finally.
Every muscle in the kid's body stiffened. He desperately wanted it
to be true, and just as desperately hoped it was all bullshit. "Well, sure,
if it was real," he said, hiding his feelings with scorn.
Silence again for a moment. Then, "If I get you out, you belong to
me, on the outside," he said.
The kid dropped all pretense. "Will you teach me?" he asked.
Taltos shrugged. "Maybe," he said. "We'll see. First you gotta
clean off my dick."

Raven Kaldera