Dirty Returns

By Mr Big

In order to properly rob a dictator it pays to be in the military. Michael tells the story of his very profitable military experience with the 2nd Rangers. During a very secret & risky mission in Panama he meets and works with Vianna. Vianna is the kind of beautiful that a man does not see every day. Set against the backdrop of family, love, heartbreak, heroism, friendship, sex, respect beyond.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mr Big
• Release date: Feb 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311197597

Mr Big

To me, the visuality of an experience can be as erotic and potent as the actual experience itself. That is true for everything I have ever done. My writing goal is to always bring that powerful visuality to life on the page so that the reader can experience not only the visuality but the the experience itself, whatever it happens to be. But, more than anything else, I hope you enjoy reading my stories and that the visuality comes through and the story comes to life as you read it. I want to say thank you to anyone and everyone who ever went past my lackluster covers and read the story. From time to time I have a writing partner who helps me describe aspects of a variety of certain activities that I have not ever participated in. To her I cannot say thank you enough and she also is helping me with my covers, so they should improve. Lastly, I want to say my biggest thank you to the people, whoever you are, wherever you are, who actually pay a little something when you buy. Whoever you are, we both already know the fifty nine cents that I net is not the point. The fact that you think it is worth paying for says alot and your appreciation is gratefully valued and cherished. Thank you. Mr. Big

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Dirty Returns

A Short Story

By Mr. Big

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This short story is a work of total fiction.

Although this fiction is interlaced with real geographical places and real historical events that involve real historical people and real objects both natural and man made, it remains a work of total fiction. The characters, names, places, events, activities and organizations are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously or both. Any similarity to any persons, living, dead, or any person yet to be born or yet to live, business establishments, events, places or location(s) is entirely coincidental and unintentional. Neither the publisher nor the author is responsible for any opinion or commentary regarding this work from anyone or anywhere in the known or unknown universe that is not affiliated with the publisher or author.

Dirty Returns

Life can turn out funny. Sometimes you get more than you ask for…a lot more.

Contents

Chapter 1 Looking Back

Chapter 2 Decisions

Chapter 3 Earning It

Chapter 4 The Call

Chapter 5 Emily

Chapter 6 Dirty Returns

Chapter 7 Preparing for the Dirty Return. I meet Vianna

Chapter 8 Honeymoon in Panama

Chapter 9 Honeymooners on the Town

Chapter 10 The Hit

Chapter 11 Vianna

Chapter 12 Mission Accomplished

Chapter 13 A Smoldering Hole in the Ground

Chapter 14 Last Leave

Chapter 15 Payday

Chapter 16 Home For Good

Acknowledgement

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1

Looking Back

I am an old man now. I have grandchildren. When you get older, your body changes. Sometimes at night I get hungry. I never used to. Tonight I came down to the kitchen for a snack. I lit a candle, I poured a beer. Why my memories flooded me this night I do not know…

My story begins as a young lad of about thirteen or fourteen years old. We lived in the Northeast and had a really good life. My father was a successful lawyer and owned a large law firm in the town where we lived. There were about twenty five lawyers in his firm and a considerable support staff of secretaries, paralegals, investigators and processors.

My mom was a stay at home mom and I had a kid brother who was about ten years younger than me and an older sister Karen. Karen was older than me by a little more than four years.

Looking back, I was very different than everyone in my family and I was even more different than all of my friends. I was always very curious about absolutely everything. I tinkered with all kinds of mechanical, electrical, musical and audio/ video stuff. I was constantly taking the lawn mower apart and anything else that I though I could get to the mechanical essence of. I think my curiosity about things was borderline madness and I have no idea where it came from, it was just always there.

I also loved other things, I mean physically demanding things. I was not a team sport person at all. I always indulged my overwhelming curiosity with only one or two close friends. Hunting, fishing, camping, running, swimming, skiing and a lot more. Boxing, wrestling, rock climbing and rowing. I would not have ever guessed it, but I eventually came to the realization that I possessed unusual physical strength and endurance. It was funny though, by looking at me you would have never known that, never see it. I did not have big muscles or an athletic look at all. But me and my friends did amazing and sometimes very dangerous physical things.

I was driving my parents nuts with all the things I was into. So, one day my father brought home this beat up go cart. It was a homemade thing, a real mess with a lawn mower engine on it and a fan belt that drove the wheels. He said, Here, fix this godamned thing up, it’ll give you something constructive to do. Well, me and my friends took to that go cart like a duck takes to water and we made that fucker fly. After that, we moved on to mini bikes, dirt bikes and eventually road bikes. We could not be stopped. To this very day my father shakes his head in his hands whenever he thinks about what that go cart eventually lead to.

I always did only average in school, a solid C or right around seventy five all the way. I cannot say like many people will say, that school bored me to tears. I found a lot of it extremely gratifying. I mean being able to get to the essence of things through science and math. But I think my average-ness was caused by it being so heavily intellectual, not involving enough physical activity in those subjects.

It turns out that years later when I joined the Army, my official I.Q. was documented at one hundred and sixty six. I would never in a million years ever have thought it would be in that range. Just goes to show that IQ probably doesn’t mean very much.

It was the late 1960’s and early 1970’s and The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin and The Who were all at full strength…as was the Vietnam War. During those years, my sister always had many of her friends and classmates over and they would spend countless hours talking and joking around our large kitchen table. Again, she was nearly five years older than me so I was