The PDB's own story - Page 19

ET was pissed, he was the cousin of  Sheriff Ounger
and would be released without charge as usual. The
Sheriff had numerous mom and pop meth lab operations going
on the cuff and took a healthy profit. He had real estate, apartments buildings
and connections to the drug syndicate....He was a short man
with short friends and "A" type personalities. They had killed a Jamaican man
 3 years ago in a rock quarry just out town. For threatening to go
to the feds. The county had been referred to as the "canker sore on the ass of society".
But everybody who knew about the Meth labs, kept their mouth shut out of fear.
Accept one....an old meth cook for the Hells Angels, who after eating his
near weight 350 LB's in donuts, was compelled to tell you every thing
that he had ever done, plus all the dirty deeds of  the sheriff. Once a proud
biker, know a snitch for the corrupt Sheriff Ounger.....
Just by chance Angus bumps into AKA Griz the biker snitch after
he had just eaten a whole box of Dunkin donuts.....Griz tells
Angus the low down on a town that has seen 3 corrupt sheriff's and Ounger was the
worst of them all....Griz had been busted on the Rico act twice and would
be looking at life in prison if he did not do Ouger's bidding...
Griz was friendly and showed Angus how to use a sawed off shotgun, keeping the
barrel down with one hand while firing with other hand, at the intended victim...
Just than Sheriff Ounger pulls up, Griz begins to sweat profusely...
Ounger says........

Ounger calls Griz over to him...Ounger says
who is this guy I don't like his looks..
Griz says oh he's nobody just a vet,... no criminal history.
Ounger says he looks like a fed to me. Have that old
alcoholic bitch that lives in the back of him, start an argument.
 And we will take him in for disturbing the peace. Griz says
I wouldn't do that if I were you. Ounger says.. just do what I say!!
Griz says ok. The sheriff says ...Reva who lives 2 trailers down says
he looks lik a LEO. Griz says... don't listen to the old crack
whore. He is just a guy who wants to live in peace. Ounger says
we will find out, while I have him In jail, you go through his house
and look for any information you can get. He is one of the few people
on this street that does not do drugs and does not live in
a trailer, so he is a suspect in my book.
 Ounger says, I would like to get my hands on his money and real estate.
Griz agrees and Ounger drive off in his oversized truck, that gives him
the appearance of being much taller..
Angus ask what was that was all about, and Griz just says, nothing....the
good sheriff is just feeling kind of short.
Little did they know Angus had work with good Law Enforcement,
and was able to get their help.....

Ounger had followed through with his evil plans and destroyed Angus's
good name and made it impossible for him to live in peace.
Ounger felt his evil empire was threaten,,,,and Angus was a tall,
good looking man, with money....which really pissed Ounger off.
Ounger not realizing he was messing with a man with a spotless
history. Ounger gathered all his cousins and dysfunctional friends
that he could, at the local bars to harass Angus. One by one Angus
sent them home crying to their Mommies! A bunch of toothless cowards!

Yet, after all that, Angus knew that this criminal, "ET" had nothing to do with the text message from Cassie's phone. Sweet Pea's short message gave him a sense of urgency, he should talk to her and soon. He had sent Sue a message, and it wouldn't be long before they'd be meeting on the highway heading for the Appalachia's.

Now it is true that "Sue" spoken out of the mouths of strangers often ended up with a few cracked heads, that is until folks smartened up and started calling him, Chief Sioux. Things like broken bones and bruises the size of Texas had a way of decreasing if that happened. It helped that his Harley had a dream catcher painted on his tank and "Chief Sioux" painted in elegant script on the side. His scalping happy ancestors were apparent in the fine, high bones of his cheeks and his strong firm jawline. His licence plate reads, TMYHWK. Makes more than a few strangers suddenly want to run their hands atop their heads for no apparent reason.

Sue or Chief Sioux, depending on who you are, was carefully packing his saddlebags with ....



 

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You would think it would be dark and cold and completely inhospitable, living beneath the ground, deep within the granite and slate, iron and other solid rocks and minerals underneath the mountains. And who would think that a meeting would be happening in that place, between similar creatures that we should agree, are out-of-this-world.

And yet, it wasn't. The circular meeting room was lit with sticks of glowing light, that changed in such a way, that what you wanted to see, you could see. And the colors were enchanting, magical, bright and impossible to describe as I've never seen those kind of colors before. Just know that the whole effect was breathtaking with beauty. Except for one particular corner of the hard-to-size, circular room. It's proportions had a weird way of changing, making it hard to gage distances. And where all the room was lively with color, this one quadrant was darkness and gloom, darkest colors, blacks, blues, umber? Who can say exactly? It won't stay still long enough for our eyes to understand what they are seeing, like an ever-changing kaleidoscope in the most somber of colors.

You would also be astounded to see that this darkness area was also like a door, and you would have gasped to glimpse the creature who came though it, a creature that was ...


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The evening wind blew across the wholesome, attractive face of Sweet Pea, as she was rocking in the wooden hand built chair that had belonged to her Pappy's Pappy's Pappy. Her movements of to and fro, slowly back and forth, were ever mindful of the two dog tails that lay close by. 

She stopped rocking, and in a thoughtful quiet way, she stood up, her lithe, tan and boyish form somehow managing to look quite feminine and sexy in her daisy dukes and halter top. Walking to the table that was next to her chair on the low roofed, rail-less porch, she stared down at the objects she had taken from the backpacks of the dogs, who had arrived at her place a bit disheveled and dirty but otherwise, okay.

She looked at the strange puzzling artifact made of alloys of metals, all kinds of interlocking pieces, none of which she could coax apart  Embedded it was, with jewels, too, and the strangest of runes were both raised and carved on every surface. Next, she picked up the other object, and with a quizzical look thought it looked sort of like an Ipad, but in materials she'd never seen before. A glowing rectangle pulsed on what she thought was the top. It had a carved stylus which she had liberated from its hiding place.
 
A niggling feeling blew across her mind like the cooling twilight breeze, tingling her spine as it gave her that "feeling", she searched her mind for  ...


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Sue realized that as long as the statue of Albert Pike
remained in Washington DC....the country was destine
for an economic crisis in 2012. The aftershock would
lead to the one world government and the empowerment of Lucifer
as the world leader. Scientist had cloned Cesar Nero and he would be
the anti Christ as foretold in the prophecy. His only thought was to
tear down the Albert Pike stature  and replace it with a
statue of Carlos Hathcock.

As Sue drove off on his Harley, he noticed Sweet Pea at
the 7/11 with her enormous ass stuck in the narrow door way,
with a slurpee in one hand and a bag of fiddle faddle in the other.
Sweet Pea took one look at Sue as he passed by...and
started yelling something about wines and dog training.
Something she must have known a lot about...She
appeared angry like a bee hive not knowing where to strike next.
Sue just kept right on riding....

What an angry man that Max must be, good thing it was all a bad dream, dear readers!


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The whole time he was riding to meet Angus, that vision of Sweat Pea's rump was glued in Sue's mind.  That woman irritated him more than any other woman he'd ever met, but for some  reason he couldn't stop thinking about her...



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Sweat Pea was gathering her things to go meet Angus.  She threw on her jacket and slammed the door on  her way out, a little  harder than necessary

Oooooh that Sue, he always knew how to get under her skin!  She hated that man!   Or did she?  Why could she not get the image of his dark bottomless eyes and tanned muscled chest -that looked like it was carved out of stone - out of her mind? Those finely chiseled lips .... hmmm, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be kissed by them.  Enough!  She chastised herself.   What was wrong with her anyway?

She jumped into her Chevy Tahoe and spun her way onto the freeway.  She was going to be late to her meeting with Angus.  Thank goodness she wouldn't be seeing Sue again any time soon....