Moses: Book 2

By Peter Hansen

This is the second book in the three book Moses series. Read them all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Hansen
• Release date: Aug 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301081288

Peter Hansen

Peter Hansen is a writer and photographer living in Washington State.

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Moses

Book II

Peter Hansen

Copyright 2012 by Peter Hansen

Smashwords Edition

Dedicated to Cameron

Who challenges life, leaving social order suffering in his wake. Sinning his own sins, laughing at it all.

1

The pearl white stretch Hummer sailed quietly away from Las Vegas, headed north on Interstate 15. Up front, Fawn, an early thirty-something redhead, and her twin sister Bambi, sat topless, letting the sunlight spread delicious freckles across their faces and chests. Bambi was a blond, but both had sparkling green eyes. Both wore slight bikini bottoms, but were otherwise unadorned. A dark tinted window sealed them off from the back of the limousine. That was good, because at the moment they were busy discussing geo-political relationships and the underlying fiduciary causes and effects. Not the kind of topic that interests everyone.

Moses Downer was riding in the back, thinking of nothing. He had been in Las Vegas to spread the word that God was coming. He was stark naked, sixty-two years old, with flowing white hair, and a full white beard. Sitting astraddle of him, also naked, was a young twenty-something year old woman named Maria. She was the daughter of the President of the United States. More surprising than that, was the fact that she was expecting twins in seven months. The thing that made it more surprising was the fact that until forty-three minutes ago, she had been a virgin. Now, she was playing catch-up with a vengeance. She was practicing a newly learned Tantric position, a modified Reverse Cow Girl. She was having a hard time keeping absolutely still. It was her belief that this would require much more practice. Her eyes were on the verge of rolling back into her head, as Moses continued a low thrumming ululation deep in his throat. Without moving, Moses kept his more than adequate member at full attention, buried deep within her. On the few occasions that he lost his concentration, his member’s twitch against her cervix would send Maria into a gasping fit of orgasms. She liked that, because it meant that they had to start all over again.

Although he did not twitch a muscle in their direction, or make any bodily contact with them, his thrumming was adequate to cause the two other naked women in the back of the Hummer to lapse into continuous repeated orgasms. The other two women, Bunny and Angel, were along with Fawn and Bambi, escapees from a chorus line of Las Vegas dancers. All of them had devoted countless hours toning up their bodies in health clubs. Were I to attempt a description of their perfection, you would accuse me of… well, of something. Let us just say, that there were no more-perfect bodies within a radius of 12,500 miles.

This was the general state of things when the red and blue lights began flashing in the rear view mirror. The siren wasn’t necessary. Fawn pulled directly off to the side, and rolled down her window.

Good afternoon Ms., may I see your driver’s license please? The young Highway Patrolman said.

Yes, sir. What did I do wrong? Fawn asked reaching for the glove-box.

Well Ms., I noticed that you are not wearing your safety belt.

Oh, but I am. See? I just moved the shoulder belt so I would tan evenly.

Hmm. The patrolman said, glancing down past her breasts, to see her seat belt. It was covering her miniscule bikini bottom, creating an interesting illusion. So you are. I guess we can skip the ticket this time. He smiled.

Thank you officer. Fawn smiled back at him.

Say, what’s that funny sound? He asked.

Oh. That’s just Moses thrumming. She replied.

Odd sound. Makes me feel kind of tingly. He said.

So I see. Said Fawn, glancing at his trousers.

At that moment, a dirty white pickup truck with rusty sides and dusty Nevada license plates drove by. Two shotgun blasts came from the passenger side window, each flattening a tire on the patrolman’s cruiser. He rushed back to look at the results. The tires were truly flat. He tried to radio it in, but a stray pellet had taken out his radio transmitter. He walked back to the stretch Hummer.

That isn’t supposed to happen. I thought those tires were ‘Run-Flats.’ He said sadly. I don’t guess you could give me a ride into Mesquite could you?

Sure, Bambi said, climbing out. hop in here between us. And, off they drove.

When they finally dropped the patrolman off at the Mesquite Highway Patrol building, he was busy scribbling notes.

Bob, Is that for your official report? Bambi asked the patrolman.

No. It’s for my memoirs. He said with a tired smile.

I was just curious. By the way, Blowjob is one word. Bambi was ever the perfectionist.

As Bob left, the back window slid down. Moses peeked through. Ladies, he said. let’s find a hotel, and then get something to eat. I feel like something BIG is going to happen. With a sense of loss, everyone got dressed. Or, at least added enough clothing for polite society.

When they drove into the reception area of the Ali Baba hotel and casino, they were met by the hotel manager. Hi folks! I’m Vinni Casavetos, the manager. My cousin, who manages the Sphinx in Vegas, called to say you might be coming. Everyone just call me Vinni, please.

Hi Vinni! The girls said in unison.

You must be Moses. Vinni said as Moses stepped from