When The Wide Wyldewood's Get's Angry

ie, and her current pack of lovers/fellow co-conspirators, Edgar, Luke and Phillip were already jumpier than squirrels hopped up on methamphetam

me alphabet soup agency to 'give them the lowdown dirt', and the next plotting to load up another huge batch o

to their loud fucking, but since I wasn't having much of a love life myself, it got old rather fast. Ned certainly didn't want to listen to his ex getting her freak on several times a day with strange men - he'd had enough of that while they were still married. Poor Ned apparently put up with being a cuckold for awhile after he discovered what Carrie had be

making any redistribution sized deliveries of WildeWeed to them. We w

ely soon adequately finish the job. Schizophrenia, schizoaffective disorder, bipolar disorder, major depressive disorder, obsessive-compulsive ... you name it, she probably needed to under a brain doc's care for it,

, which our soon to be added pharmacological adjustments were sure to take up to a full eleven. We didn't even have any 'watchers' yet on station obviously lurking around their cabin, but Luke (an even more paranoid druggie tha

ing a nice 'family business' discount, I arranged for him to overfly the area at least twice a day, being seen to linger conspicuously in their area. Preferably also to be seen with passengers in dark suits holding telephoto cameras and big binocu

This was going to wreck havoc with my own already erratic sleeping schedule, and I had already sent a prev

ther fed agents all running around in black Yukons with heavy tinting. I wanted at least one to park on the dirt road near their cabin but I couldn't find one from any rental a

consider the cast of

ke picking up records of their conversations tricky at times. He talked about supernatural sorts of LARP'ing (role play gaming concerning werewolves and vampires) nearly constantly. Heck, the guy couldn't d

s some sort of NeoCon government conspiracy. 9/11, the War in Iraq, the New World Order, global slavery via the G8 nations, Princess Di's 'murder', "Bush lied and people died", steroids in professional sports ... you name it - it was all due to some sort of government conspiracy. Luke's hatred of our lame duck sitting President was pathological. Any mention o

ibly an entire arsenal. He talked about bombs and blowing things up ... a lo

n fuck toy, although the other two guys certainly each took their turns with her. She apparently picked him up while she was at college, even before she married Ned. The lad undoubtedly had way more

enough equipment in that department that her other two lovers rarely took sloppy seconds in her cunt. He tended to follow Carrie's lead on most other things, but if he got sufficiently stoned or drunk he was willing to play t

llege or in his parent's basement, role-playing Dungeons & Dragons or leading World of W

t this had suggested in my mind a short dumpy woman of middle to elderly years with gray hair and gnarled fingers from a lifetime of scrub

ssessed a very good brain within her very pretty head. She was in her early thirties and had lost her husband Rick to a roadside bomb in Iraq a few years ago. No children. She owned a small farm that provided a meager living quite near Ned's cabin that Carrie was now li

g the various nuggets of poisoned pill misinformation that we wished Carrie to learn about. She readily comprehended the degree of paranoia that her domestic employees were unde

n emergency 'Oh Shit" word ("Christmas") that she was to use in the event that she felt in personal danger while in the house and feared that she might become trapped and unable to leave on her own. I emphasized that we valued her assistance but if the situation

even at the grocery store or gas station. I'd certainly have remembered seeing her! Just looking at her made my stomach feel a bit odd and a bit out of tune, not to mention my tongue getting complet

calling. Her best friend's phones never seemed to cool from the heat of her hand. How that woman loved to talk! She seemed t

services. So far, all without particular success - her act already seemed tiresome and rather unappreciated. Obviously, most of the folks she was wheedling had already accurately characterized her and classified her as a 'kook'. Several officials already seemed fairly put out with her act and were pointedly telling her to either "put up or shu

atural mimic and comedienne! The hard part was getting another phone line slaved and tweaked to spoof Carrie's home land line so the fed's caller ID systems would show t

ported to be a hybrid of both Ecstasy and Crystal Meth, a trippy sort of thing to help folks with an active lifestyle - i.e. to dance all night long in a wild frenzy. A "friend-of-a-friend" of Walt's had obtained the stuff some time back but it hadn't quite performed as advertised. The drug mix had been cut with something unpleasant, or an extra additive such

this new chemical additive should be very sparingly used ... especially at first until we could see how they reacted. We wanted a controlled meltdown, not a wa

pretty certain to get into severe family disfavor. Most offenders rarely ever need a second reminder. There are no third time offenders, let's leave it at that. I was pretty sure that Walt had already walked over that line a time of two already. Given his own druthers, he'd already probably be dealing wholesale to some outside syndicate and making some big bucks. The kid probably just didn't or couldn't unde

- in very small amounts at first. Some to be added into a jug of Gid's home-squeezings and the rest to be lightly dusted

n. They'd definitely drive her crazy ... and probably insane. Stil