Adventure Comes to Houston: An Erotic Adventure Book III (Erotic Adventures 3)

by T. S. Hill

  “Thanks Cap!”, I said and slapped him on the back. Now, let’s go take care of Sal.” We helped each other stand up, and retrieving his business card, he reopened the emergency exit door. Slapping me on the back, his hand on my shoulder guided me back down the hallway, and into the waiting room. Just before he pulled the door open, I heard a shriek, followed by the most sorrowful wail that I have ever heard, before, or since. Lori had Sally in her arms, and both she and the Doctor in the white coat standing before Sally, had to struggle to keep her from collapsing into the floor. They guided her to a nearby sofa, where she fell heavily into the cushions. Lori and I supported her on either side, but there was no support for her soul. I felt the life energy flow from her, and knew that every life that had known Aug Benoit, was now and forever less that it had been. Something huge had been ripped from our souls, and now there was a void that could never be filled, by anyone, or anything.

  It was way over in the morning before Lori and I got Sal back to her house. Lori and I stayed with her, and late the next morning, met with the funeral director, and tried to guide her through the process. I’ve never done anything so difficult in all of my life. Sal called Aug’s two sisters, and broke the news to them, then they to his mother. For the next three days, we all walked in zombie like states. I would have thought that Sal, Rosita and I would have been the hardest hit, but Lori and Sasha both took Aug’s death very hard also. Perhaps it was because of the closeness that they had developed with Sal. At the funeral service, there was a huge contingent of firemen and police, as well as various government officials, and business owners, from the area. But, we knew, as the last shovel of dirt went over Aug’s grave, these people would disappear, along with any justice for his wrongful death.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Hunting Truth, Justice, and Life

  When we don’t know which way to go, we should always default to forward.

  True to Captain Richards prediction, the police did in a few days, announce that unknown assailants, possibly connected to an unnamed motorcycle gang, had shot Aug, and their whereabouts was also unknown. If they were hiding in the swamp, then I knew that I could find them. I had friends there, and Aug had grown up there. There would be help in the swamps, in locating the Grave Robbers Motorcycle Club. Locating, and annihilating, the GRMC was now the number one thing foremost in my mind.

  Three days after Aug’s death, I set out on the bayou in the boat that Aug and I had shared for many a hunting or fishing trip. This time, I was hunting where the Grave Robbers were hiding in the swamps, planning, after I located them, to return for what I needed to go after them. However, almost two days, and one sleepless night, in the swamps, left me without so much as a clue. Both exhausted, and disappointed, I returned to the dock, that Aug and I had shared for the past ten years. There, I was surprised to find Al Longworth, alone, resting in a folding, beach style, lounge chair, with a small folding table and an ice cooler, by his side.

  As soon as I pulled alongside of the dock, and had killed the boat motor, he picked up one of my walkie-talkies from the folding table, and keying it up, simply said, “He’s here!”

  “Al, what the hell are you doing here?”, I asked.

  “I’m here to help you make the good decision that you need to make about now.”, he responded. “What the hell have you been doing?” he asked me.

  “Trying to find a clue as to where the Grave Robbers motorcycle club bunch are hiding.”, I answered.

  “Then you’ve been asking the wrong question.”, he cryptically responded.

  “Al what the fuck are you talking about?”, I asked. “I haven’t slept in two fucking days.”

  “I haven’t either.”, he responded. “But all I could do is wait here for you.”, he said rising from the chair.

  “You slept here last night?”, I asked.

  “It’s not less than you would have done.”, he said somberly.

  “Al, what the fuck is going on?”, I asked with a totally puzzled consciousness.

  “Get out of the boat and up here with me, son.”, he said, still in a somber voice, but now climbing out of his lounge chair. I did as he directed.

  “Are you okay Al?”, I questioned, as I climbed onto the dock, with the boat tether in my hand.

  “Son, it’s been over a week since I got my joints all jammed up. I’m still a little stiff, but I’m okay. I’m worried about you though.”

  “I’ll make it, Al.”, I replied.

  “I’m not so sure, son. Sit down in this lounge chair.”, he replied looking at me out of the side of his eyes.

  I then noticed his Hummer easing down the old logging road that led to the dock.

  “Well, there comes Annette. I guess we can get started.”, he said.

  “Al, what the fuck?”, I asked.

  “Did you find the Grave Robbers?”, he asked.

  “No!”, I responded. “Nothing!”

  “Then, we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

  “Al, what the fuck are you talking about? I asked, as the Hummer pulled up to the land side edge of the dock.

  “Sit down like I told you to!”, Al practically commanded me.

  “What?”, I shouted at him, flopping down into the lounge chair. Over his shoulder, I saw Annette climb down out of the Hummer, in full, camo fatigues.

  “That motorcycle gang has taken Sasha.”, he stated flatly. I shook my head. I couldn’t have possibly heard that right.

  “They road into Bayou Gauche. Must have been fifty, sixty, or maybe even seventy or seventy-five strong. Sasha was staying with Sally to keep her company, you know, after the funeral and all. They tried to burn down Sal’s house. Sasha killed two of the sons of bitches with her pistol, and wounded a few more, but ran out of ammo. They took her, and rode off. The police have been all over the damn place, and haven’t helped a bit. There was a fireman that came by this morning; a Captain Richards? He said to tell you, that his memory of Aug, reminded him, to tell you to not forget Old Mose. Those were his words, ‘tell him to not forget Old Mose.’ Do you have any idea what he’s talking about Tagg?”

  “What’s Annette doing here?”, I snapped back at him.

  “She’s brought supplies; guns and ammo, some food, and equipment. Me and you are going to find Sasha.”, he said with a firm, determination in his voice.

  “And, me!”, Annette said, jacking the charging handle on an AR, as she stepped toward us, out on the dock.

  “And who else?”, I asked.

  “Son, this is all you need.”, Al said. “I was delta force, before they started claiming it doesn’t exist.”, he said. I never told you that, but there was no reason. Annette, wasn’t just electronic warfare. She was Army Ranger. We already know all about some of the shit that you’ve been in son. Even the feds have a dossier on you, a foot thick. I think the three of us can handle whatever any dip shit motorcycle gang can throw at us.”

  “Al, Sasha’s step father is a member of this gang. The president of the Crocket chapter ordered a gang rape of her. We don’t have time to waste! Get the fucking supplies in the boat and let’s go!”

  “You’re gonna need to gas up, aren’t you?”, he shot back at me.

  “Fuck!”, I yelled.

  “We got it!”, Annette shouted to me. “Twenty-five gallons in five, five-gallon cans! Get in the boat Tagg!”, she continued to shout. “We’ll hand you the supplies.”

  Once the supplies were loaded in the boat, I refilled the tanks from the cans. Al told me to keep the empties on board, because we may need to borrow some gasoline before we’re through. I took him for his word and stowed the cans. Once everything was aboard, I felt re-energized, and the night’s sleep that I had missed, was completely behind me.

  “Do you know where to find this Old Mose, Tagg?”, Annette asked me.

  “Oh yes!”, I responded. “Sit down, shut up, and hold on!”, I yelled at her, and pushing off of the dock, also pushing the boat engine’s throttle fully against the stop. The engine torq
ued up with a deep roar, and as the boat planed out, quickly picked up to a higher pitched whine. I steered the deep sided, flat bottomed, aluminum boat that Aug and I had hunted alligators in, into the main channel of the bayou, and headed straight south, as fast as the rig would skip over the water.

  Although I was in a hurry, my hopes weren’t very high. When Aug and I had last seen Old Mose, he was one-hundred years old. We had taken him a cake to celebrate his birthday, along with the usual pouches of tobacco that we normally took him, and we had brought him a three-gallon jug of cooking oil, as a birthday present. If he was still alive, he would be one hundred and three years old now. And, not likely, living independently on his house boat, as he had lived ever since we had known him.

  Still, I charged on, towards the bay, and creek mouth, where his house boat had been tied up for as long as Aug and I had known him. I had no idea what else had transpired besides Sasha’s kidnapping, since I had been off, out on the bayou, hunting for the GRMC. After riding for a good forty-five minutes, I spotted the entrance to the cove, and creek, where Old Mose had lived for so many years. The old blind Negro had totally mystified Aug, and me, as to how he functioned out on the bayou, and back in the swamps. His bateau was tied up to his house boat, and a plume of smoke was wafting from its stack. My hopes were high, but I couldn’t believe that Old Mose could possibly be alive, and in a sound mind. As we idled up alongside of the old rickety houseboat, a familiar, dark chocolate face popped out of the door, with a wide, toothy grin.

  “Big Clyde!”, I called out to him.

  “Well if it ain’t little Tagg Hill.”, he called back. “Where’s your little buddy, Aug?” I didn’t respond, but shook my head, and looked down. Big Clyde helped Al tie off the boat, and then reached his hand to me, to assist my climb up onto the houseboat deck. When I was finally standing on the weathered dock, I looked down at the five feet and no inches of Big Clyde’s height.

  “Bad news, Big Clyde. Aug’s dead.”, I told him bluntly.

  “Oh Tagg! No!”, he moaned, staring blankly off into space.

  “That’s part of why I’m here. The other reason is, a girl’s been kidnapped, by the same people that killed Aug. She means something special to me.”

  “That motorcycle gang?”, Big Clyde asked. I nodded, and reached back into the boat to help Annette climb out. When I turned around Big Clyde was struggling to keep Al steady as he climbed to the boat deck. I grabbed Al’s other arm and steadied him, taking some of stress off of Big Clyde.

  “Thank you!”, Al said to Big Clyde, extending his hand back to him for a handshake. “Big Clyde is it?”

  “Yes, sir. Everybody calls me that. You can too.”, Big Clyde told him.

  “You can call me Al, and this is Annette.”, Al said, waving his hand toward her.

  “Clyde, do you have any idea about where this motorcycle gang is hiding out?”, I asked. “Word is, they’re out in the swamp someplace.”

  “You gonna need to talk to Old Mose. He’ll be glad to see you Tagg.”, Big Clyde said, turning toward the entrance of the houseboat. “C’mon in. He talks about you and Aug all the time.”

  “I don’t have any tobacco, or cooking oil for him today, Big Clyde. We came off in a hurry, worried about the girl, you know?”

  “I doubt he cares one way or the other Tagg.”, Big Clyde assured me. “He’ll be so tickled to see you. But, this bad news is hurt him bad.”

  “It’s hurt us all bad.”, I responded, stepping in the doorway and waving for Al and Annette to follow me. Big Clyde led us all the way through the houseboat until we reached the forward most room. Old Mose was sitting in his rocking chair, pipe smoke curling around his head. He removed the pipe from between his lips and spoke.

  “Big Clyde, I hear that you got Tagg Hill with you. Who’s that big voiced fellow?”, he asked. ‘Tagg, come over here and shank my hand. I can’t take a hug. The old bones is get’n brittle.” I crossed the room and took Old Mose’s extended hand, and he held on to me.

  “Mose, this is Al Longworth with me.”, I explained. “He’s a good friend, and has come to help me find a girl that was kidnapped.”

  “It’s an honor to meet you sir.”, Al said. Mose nodded his head to him.

  “Who’s this woman with you?”, Mose asked.

  “How did you? I thought he was…”, Annette responded.

  “Blind?” Mose asked. “I am. But I still know things. Ain’t that right Tagg?”, he said chuckling.

  “That’s why I’m here, Mose.”, I responded. Her name’s Annette.

  “Fighting girl!”, Mose said. Strong one too, I’d say from her voice. And right tall. Pretty girl is she Tagg?”

  “Strikingly beautiful!”, I spoke back to Mose.

  “It’s a shame we put women like that in harm’s way these days.”, Old Mose lamented. “I can hear the anxiety in your voice Tagg, so let’s set the niceties and reminisces aside, and get down to business. Tell me what you need boy.”

  “Mose, a motorcycle gang leader shot and killed Aug,”, I began, “then they ran off into the swamp to hide. While I was out there hunting them, they came to Aug’s house to try to burn it down. My girl, Sasha was staying with Aug’s wife, Sal. She shot and killed two of them, and wounded a few more, but ran out of ammo and they kidnapped her. Her stepfather is a member of the same gang out in Crockett Texas, and the president out there had ordered a gang rape of her. That’s the short version of this situation. I need to find these motorcycle gang members and get Sasha away from them before… Can you help me Mose?” There was a long silence. Mose stuck his pipe back in his mouth and puffed a few billows of smoke into the air, then removed it again.

  “I can’t help you boy, but I can hurt you.”, he replied.

  “What do you mean Mose?”, I asked. Al and Annette looked at me and Old Mose with puzzled faces. Big Clyde looked down at the floor and nodded his head.

  “Mr. Mose said you’d be coming for this. Felt it in his bones.”, Clyde said with a touch of sorrow in his voice.

  “Mose, are you going to help me?”, I asked. “Please Mose? I’ve got to get the girl out!”

  “Boy, going in there is going to hurt you.”, Mose said. “If I was gonna help you, I’d send you home. If you just wanted revenge for Aug, I’d help you too, and send you home. But, we got that girl to consider now. So, I’m gonna have to hurt you. Gonna have to hurt all of you, I reckon. You too Clyde. You gonna have to go with them, to show the way, and show them how to get back outta there. People with those newfangled GPS things get lost back in there, and never come out. Course there’s other reasons for not coming out of there. Reasons far worse than getting lost.”

  “Where are we going Mose?”, I asked.

  Old Mose leaned way forward in his rocking chair, and in a quiet voice replied, “Voodoo Island.”

  “Oh Nooo!”, Big Clyde wailed, falling backward, and landing seated on the sofa.

  “How soon can you leave with us Clyde?”, I asked. “We need to be moving!”

  “Hold up, Tagg!”, Mose said, holding up his hand. If you all go just charging in there, none of you will come back. There’s things about that island that you gotta know. There’s things there that can help you, and things there that can do you in. You gotta know all about these things. Once you know what I know, then you can get in there and get back out. That island is ruled by a voodoo witch that calls herself a priestess. It’s a female power in an evil form. When you go in, you’re going to have to be led by a female power in a good form. It’s a good thing that you brought her with you.”

  “What are you proposing Mose?”, I asked

  “Mose ain’t proposing anything, boy.”, he replied. “Old Mose is telling you what is. Big Clyde here will guide you through the bayous and backwaters, to get you to Voodoo Island. But, this fighting woman you brought with you, will lead you through the island, to get what you’re after. Then, she’ll get you back out of there. Big Clyde will get you back here again. I think you can find your
way home from here, can’t you Tagg?”

  “Sure Mose, but…” He threw his hand up at me.

  “Don’t argue with what is, boy! I taught you that much when you wasn’t too big to sit on my knee!”

  “Yes sir. You did.”, I replied.

  “Time is getting short Tagg. You, Clyde and Al, go on out on the back, sitting deck, and get all of your stuff ready to go. When I get through telling the fighting girl what she needs to know, she’ll be ready to travel. So, you all be ready!”

  “Thank you Mister Mose.”, Al told him.

  That seemed to agitate Old Mose, and he waved his arm at us, and raised his voice, “Go on now! Get out of here! And be ready! Be ready! Be ready!”, he called after us as we hustled back through the boathouse. Out on the deck, Big Clyde offered us chilled bottles of water. He was shaking his head as he took a seat, and waved us at the other empty hodge-podge of patched up chairs. Al tried out three, before he found one that he trusted with his big frame. Finally, we were all seated.

  “I didn’t expect this.”, I lamented. “I’m not sure what to do from here.”

  “That’s what I’m here for.”, Al said.

  “What do you mean, Al?”, I asked, puzzled.

  “Back at your dock, I told you that I was here to help you make the good decision that you need to make. Well, this is it. Or, at least one of’em.”

  “What?”, I asked.

  “Has Old Mose ever led you wrong?”

  “Never!”, I responded. “Still, he’s like a hundred years old Al.”

  “A hundred and three.”, Big Clyde answered.

  “My point exactly.”, I said.

  “He didn’t sound like he was in La La Land to me.”, Al said.