Written for fun, not profit. If you don't like the subject or context go to a book store. They'll be glad to see you.
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The little gun buy could have worked out better. Big Arnie had made me the deal on an "under table" or "off the record" handgun at a gun show in Ogden, Utah. I had bought it as protection for my sister-in-law at my brother's request. With my brother being a cop it seemed like a reasonably good idea ... or, maybe not.
With my brother on shift mostly at nights I delivered the weapon to Nickie while my brother was at work. That started our off and on again fuck sessions back to on again. The uniform helps a lot of cops cheat, sometimes with partners or other cops, but pretty much pussy is available if a guy is so inclined. My brother kept it in his pants. Nicki fucked around on him relentlessly.
This was going to be my week. I didn't have a wife at home. Not even a girlfriend. As far as girlfriends, too much collateral damage when my ex-wife would find out. The fucking cunt was a stalker. She'd follow me to where to woman would live and shit would hit the fan. I even had girlfriends leave town to escape the crazy bitch. I don't know how she missed that I was fucking Nickie.
Nickie was maybe a little different than most, but not all cops wives. Some nights she'd have up to three men in and out her door. So, this was a new streak for us. I'd be one of those in and out guys. Occasionally sloppy seconds, but I wasn't eating her pussy anyway. We started on Sunday night when I took the gun to her. So, every night through Thursday. Friday and Saturday my brother was home anyway.
But, Friday morning the Feds showed up flashing badges. Turns out Arnie wasn't a nice guy. The wanted to know where the gun was. We played "what gun?" for a while. Then they showed me the footage on the tablet. They had Arnie sucking my cock on hidden camera and me fucking his wife in the camper the next day. They probably had the ass fucking from me Big Arnie wanted to lower the gun's sale price and were too polite to show it.
Video and facts ... they had to have figured out where the illegal gun went. There was talk of my brother as an ex-cop in jail and me in the cell with him. Damn, Feds can be fussy! I might have been fucked, but wasn't stupid enough to hire a lawyer to find out. I told them it was blind luck that I ended up buying from Arnie and had given the gun to a friend.
The deal from the Feds was cash money for inside information and a ride out of town if things went sideways. Money from an alleged anonymous "crime tip line" could be more than I made at my job. And, the ex-wife wouldn't be able to find me to get her cut. The main question was would I mess up and no one would ever find my body?
No job, no badge. Just a title ... informant. Okay, free guns. I was going to need guns and some cash to get in with crazy's and militants. I got three days downtown getting told what was expected of me. Cheap bastards. I never ate so many cheeseburgers!
I got an alias and an email account. Even a code word that was slightly less than flattering. I quit my shitty job and got a new name. You apparently can't be bad-assed and crazy unless your middle name is Wayne. Jeffery Wayne, just call me Wayne. Is that crazy enough?
Gun show! Nah, I was headed to Idaho in a 15 year old pickup that I just knew I'd have to push part of the way. I had a shotgun loaded with 00 shot in a gun rack in the back window to give me "that look" and automatic weapons under the seat. I would have been good for three or four days in a firefight. My last instructions were to talk with my mouth full, not use words with more than two syllables, and keep the showers down to two a week at the most.
Contact had been made for me with a group featured online and in print. The new militia. Saviors of the Country, some shit like that. They'd be ready if the Chinese attacked, there were too many Mexicans, or if that one political party came after their guns. Two brothers made lifelike targets in a shop and fired cases of ammo at them. That equalled two men, two wives, some neighbors, and some kids firing at will. The younger the child the smaller the caliber of weapon.
I'd been briefed and emails my Feds had faked made me look as nuts as these militia people. The next afternoon me and the 15 year old Ford were bouncing up a dirt that seemed to be headed to no where. I could here the bullets flying when I drove up to the place. What looked like to be a six year girl was firing a .22 caliber rife at some empty milk jugs. When I started out of the truck she drew a bead on me. Her mother called her off.
"Leave him alone, Sweetie. He's one of us."
The girl lowered the rifle. Her mother took it from her. Mom was attractive with a housewife look, about age thirty. Trim figure. Nice tits. She aimed the rifle at the last jug on a post and blasted it off dead center.
"Hi, I'm Brenda."
I told her to call me Wayne.
"Well, Wayne, the boys are off scouting the perimeter. Mostly looking for cameras from the Feds and for bugs."
"Bugs?" I asked.
"Yes, mostly bees. Honey's so damned expensive any more!"
Brenda took her daughter into the house. Three boys under the age of ten looked like little crew cut hoodlums, all wearing camouflage. The eldest had a .380 strapped to his hip. Each gave me a look of non-trust.
I set my tent up under some pines about a hundred feet from the main cabin. Two camper trailers were within sight of the cabin in the trees. I opened a can of spam for sandwiches then settled in for the night. The instructions were to listen, not ask, and wait for them to come to me.
The waiting didn't take long. I heard steps outside my tent flap and the zipper work up. I had my on .380 ready hoping I wasn't about to shoot some damned kid.
"So, how you doing in here?"
It was Brenda. She was in the tent with me.
"All nice and cozy?" She asked.
I had a foam sleep mat and a cold weather sleeping bag. It was almost too comfortable. Then it got weird. Brenda worked up to me and straddled my hips to sit right on my dick. It popped up right into her crease.
"Oh, my! Hey, I came to tell you that you don't have to sleep out here. You can sleep in a bed in the house."
"I just assumed with four kids you were full up."
"Well, we would be but my husband is up on the roof with night vision goggles and an infrared scope on his rifle. My brother is out in a deer stand a couple hundred yards out. His wife and me spend nights alone and they sleep most of the day. That's why you are here. To look out for things during the day."
We stumbled through the darkness to the cabin. She used a little LED light pen to guide me up a ladder to a loft with a queen size bed. I thought I'd be sleeping alone until she pulled a curtain at the top of the ladder and laid back in the bed. The light went out. I could hear her take off the all black thin gown and rest against the mattress.
"Well, are you coming to bed or are you going to stand there all night?"
This woman had a husband with a rifle on the roof somewhere above us. I didn't want to make a fuss.
We laid together quietly for a few minutes listening to each other breathe.
