was
hoping to myself, somewhere in our newness, albeit lustfully skewed, we had the
inner workings on which to build something solid.
Candi’s
phone rang, startling both of us. It was Marcy announcing she was going
shopping in Nashville for the rest of the weekend. She invited Candi to join
her if she could.
“What
do you think, D? I'm sure I'll need a few more clothes for our trip.”
“I
think that’s a great idea. Go for it. Tell her you’ll be there in two hours.
I’ll drop you off. Besides, I have countless things to deal with before I head
out. I haven’t even packed my own stuff!”
We
met Marcy off one of the interstate exits near Cookeville, and Candi happily
jumped out of her car. She bounced around to my side and stuck her head and
ta-tas inside the window. With a big kiss, she rubbed herself against my face
and whispered, “I’ll miss you. Bye, bye, baby.” And with that, she was off.
I
hope she remembers where to pick up her SUV…
I only had a few days to finish shipping my last few
boxes of clothes and, well, other items. My plan was to leave Wednesday and
meet Candi in Sioux City by Saturday afternoon. It would take some work on my
part to meet that schedule.
Pouring
over the current financial records of thousands of potential clients was a long
and tedious process. I’d had many of these packages complete and ready for over
a year now, and I was finishing up with the last few hundred packages this
week. With no one I could trust to assist me, I spent twelve hours a day over
the next three days determining who in my recently-acquired circle of friends
possibly needed the most assistance. Shipping this many packages, while
scheduling their timely pick-up was a major undertaking. Nevertheless, I was up
for the job. If I were to ever make amends the way I felt they should be made,
I’d have to push my nose up against the old grindstone and get the job done.
Over
the last few years, I’d been helping roughly ten to twenty people a month by
shipping my priceless care packages of diamonds, along with a few other odd
valuables to them. These, of course, were highly controversial and if ever
discovered by the government they’d be confiscated and never become beneficial
to anyone. Safety for me, and the recipients of my shipments, counted on total
anonymity. However, I soon realized that the longer my anonymous financial
assistance continued, the greater the possibility of my discovery. I had no
intention of going down with this ship, and I didn’t like the possible paper
trail that could eventually lead right back to me, so strict adherence to
safety accompanied each parcel.
My
plan is this: my bike trip is to be my coup de grace . I would be mailing
over one thousand individual packages from six separate cities, spread out over
eighteen hundred miles across the U.S. and possibly Canada. Using this
adventure to accomplish such a major undertaking was something I’d dreamed up
last year. Going west to Sturgis and beyond with 300,000 other bikers would
help me get lost in the crowd … with the powers-that-be none the wiser. Thus, I
had grown a beard, added some pronounced tattoos, and let my hair grow long. If
you’re trying to blend in, as well as fit in, you might as well look like
you’re enjoying the ride.
… Trust me, now that
Candi is onboard, I planned to.
Chapter
8
W hew!
Wednesday morning finally arrived. With the bike secured on the trailer, I
dropped Major off at the kennel and swung through FedEx where I shipped the
last of our “clothes.” I specifically chose cities I was familiar with, having
worked in them years ago. They each had to have a secure FedEx Center, which
would hold my packages for pick up, until I arrived. It was a very well
orchestrated plan, if I do say so myself.
I texted Candi:
On the road. You had better be in Sioux City
Saturday, cannot wait.
She replied:
Ready to leave with u today, swing through
Chattanooga and pick me up!
I typed:
Ha!
hoping to myself, somewhere in our newness, albeit lustfully skewed, we had the
inner workings on which to build something solid.
Candi’s
phone rang, startling both of us. It was Marcy announcing she was going
shopping in Nashville for the rest of the weekend. She invited Candi to join
her if she could.
“What
do you think, D? I'm sure I'll need a few more clothes for our trip.”
“I
think that’s a great idea. Go for it. Tell her you’ll be there in two hours.
I’ll drop you off. Besides, I have countless things to deal with before I head
out. I haven’t even packed my own stuff!”
We
met Marcy off one of the interstate exits near Cookeville, and Candi happily
jumped out of her car. She bounced around to my side and stuck her head and
ta-tas inside the window. With a big kiss, she rubbed herself against my face
and whispered, “I’ll miss you. Bye, bye, baby.” And with that, she was off.
I
hope she remembers where to pick up her SUV…
I only had a few days to finish shipping my last few
boxes of clothes and, well, other items. My plan was to leave Wednesday and
meet Candi in Sioux City by Saturday afternoon. It would take some work on my
part to meet that schedule.
Pouring
over the current financial records of thousands of potential clients was a long
and tedious process. I’d had many of these packages complete and ready for over
a year now, and I was finishing up with the last few hundred packages this
week. With no one I could trust to assist me, I spent twelve hours a day over
the next three days determining who in my recently-acquired circle of friends
possibly needed the most assistance. Shipping this many packages, while
scheduling their timely pick-up was a major undertaking. Nevertheless, I was up
for the job. If I were to ever make amends the way I felt they should be made,
I’d have to push my nose up against the old grindstone and get the job done.
Over
the last few years, I’d been helping roughly ten to twenty people a month by
shipping my priceless care packages of diamonds, along with a few other odd
valuables to them. These, of course, were highly controversial and if ever
discovered by the government they’d be confiscated and never become beneficial
to anyone. Safety for me, and the recipients of my shipments, counted on total
anonymity. However, I soon realized that the longer my anonymous financial
assistance continued, the greater the possibility of my discovery. I had no
intention of going down with this ship, and I didn’t like the possible paper
trail that could eventually lead right back to me, so strict adherence to
safety accompanied each parcel.
My
plan is this: my bike trip is to be my coup de grace . I would be mailing
over one thousand individual packages from six separate cities, spread out over
eighteen hundred miles across the U.S. and possibly Canada. Using this
adventure to accomplish such a major undertaking was something I’d dreamed up
last year. Going west to Sturgis and beyond with 300,000 other bikers would
help me get lost in the crowd … with the powers-that-be none the wiser. Thus, I
had grown a beard, added some pronounced tattoos, and let my hair grow long. If
you’re trying to blend in, as well as fit in, you might as well look like
you’re enjoying the ride.
… Trust me, now that
Candi is onboard, I planned to.
Chapter
8
W hew!
Wednesday morning finally arrived. With the bike secured on the trailer, I
dropped Major off at the kennel and swung through FedEx where I shipped the
last of our “clothes.” I specifically chose cities I was familiar with, having
worked in them years ago. They each had to have a secure FedEx Center, which
would hold my packages for pick up, until I arrived. It was a very well
orchestrated plan, if I do say so myself.
I texted Candi:
On the road. You had better be in Sioux City
Saturday, cannot wait.
She replied:
Ready to leave with u today, swing through
Chattanooga and pick me up!
I typed:
Ha!
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