Tim had met Monica's friend Gisella only briefly, when she visited them at their waterfront house in Sydney, but he had liked her instantly. She was the physical opposite of Monica, who was a petite brunette, with big brown eyes and a body like a belly dancer.
Gisella looked like a Nordic goddess, tall, big-busted, with blond wavy hair that almost reached her bottom and eyes that shone like emeralds. She had a host of men chasing her all the time, but after one failed marriage she was currently living by herself.
Technically, she was not alone, as she was sharing her house in Byron Bay with several friends, keeping only one room to herself. The house was large and often sat empty during the winter months, but now at the end of summer it was crowded. Apart from her unforgettable looks, Gisella was known for her expertise in Marijuana growing, something that made her more popular than ever.
She was one of the few people (out of dozens of Tim’s friends) who were succeeding in growing stuff that packed a powerful punch. She’d been growing it since 1975 and after four years of trials and errors, was finally producing enough to keep a lot of people very happy.
Now it was harvest season and she had asked several friends to help her with this process. Their reward would be a bag of her best and Monica and Tim looked forward to their compensation. Tim had stayed behind to take care of a few things, and got his brother to move in while he and Monica were away.
They were due back in Sydney in about a week, hopefully laden up with lots of psychedelic potions to share with their other friends at home. The gold-topped mushrooms found in the cow-paddies were incredible and locating them in the paddocks was part of the fun, although Monica refused to touch them until they had been well washed.
But Tim wasn’t sure if they’d have enough time for that kind of adventure on this trip, having other, more serious things on his mind. Another sign flashed past, this time saying Grafton, from where he had to get onto the small coastal road leading to Byron Bay, only a hundred miles away now.
His mind switched back to Smokey and his story about the hash. A voice in his head insisted that his friend was lying to him and no matter what-- he couldn’t rid himself of doubt. He wondered what Monica would think of his idea and hoped she wouldn’t think him crazy. Well, he’d tell her about it tonight and find out just what she thought.
It had been a long time since he’d been spider hunting, and hadn’t even thought about it since he was a teenager-- but knew he could still do it if he really had to. Funnel-webs would be best, but a few red-backs among them wouldn’t hurt either, if they didn’t eat each other!
Winding his way down the hilly country road, he saw the sparkling lights of Ballina in the distance and knew that he was almost there. When he finally pulled into the long and winding driveway he heard Bob Dylan sing “Long Train Coming” and saw people lounging around the huge veranda of the Victorian-style farmhouse.
Monica ran out to meet him and seconds later, was in his arms, with a big joint in her hand. Several deep kisses later, he took a long drag, and held the smoke in until he began to cough.
“Wow baby, is this the latest crop?” he gasped between puffs. “It tastes fantastic, just like Buddha-sticks!”
“Sure is sweetheart. Isn’t it great? Here have some more! How was your drive ?”
“You know, awfully long without you there.” He smiled at her happily and swept her up, spinning madly until she shrieked.
“Enough of that now, babe! You’ll get yours later. Come and see Gisella and meet some of the guys who’ll be helping us pick the grass.”
After the introductions were made, somebody handed him a beer and another joint, (to catch up with the others,) who’d been drinking and smoking for several hours.
There were three new guys there, and a stunningly beautiful woman. She was naked from the waist up and dancing around the porch in rhythm to Jackson Brown’s Late for the Sky, lost in a world of her own.
Tim thought that her name was Jane or Rain, he wasn’t sure, as he was terrible at remembering names and too embarrassed to let on. Later he heard her boyfriend John call out to her and confirm the latter. John was a photographer of some renown and Rain was his live-in model and an old friend of Gisella’s modeling days in London.
The two guys were brothers Greg and Allen, local farmers with a taste for good weed, and obviously for women. They had taken time off from their own place to help with the harvesting.
Tim was worn out and after he finished his beer he and Monica went to their room. They made love and afterward Monica asked how things had gone with Smokey.
Tim began, “I don’t know anything more, but I still don't believe him. I’ve had this idea. Tell me what you think of it.”
“OK. Shoot.”
“Well, I haven’t worked out the details yet, but we’re going to get a big bag of dope from Gisella, right?
So what if we put Smokey into a position where he gets to know where we keep all our new stuff? We could do it right after we get back to town and tell him that we have to go away again for a couple of days and ask him to look after the house, right? Are you with me, baby?”
“Yeah, so far. But I don’t see how that would prove anything. Let me see now, you want him to know where the stuff is, and somehow find out if he gets into it, right?”
“Yeah, absolutely! But listen to this, what if we give him some really good stuff, you know as payment, so he wouldn’t run out, all right? He’d have no reason to look for the other stuff unless he wanted to rip us off.”
“That could work, I suppose, but we'd have to give him so much stuff--are you sure you want to? I guess you could weigh the other bag and see if he takes some. And if he does, you’ll know once and for all if he’s the true friend you hope he is, or not.”
“You’ve got it sweet Monica! But I did have something a bit more sinister in mind, as far as proof is concerned and I’m not sure what you’ll think of me once I tell you.”
Monica's dark brown eyes shone with excitement,
“Oh go on Tim. You should know me well enough by now to realize that I’m not as sweet and innocent as I look. Tell me, I’m all curious now!”
“Well I thought that I could put a few nasty surprises in with the dope.”
“What, like a mousetrap or something?”
Tim laughed and squeezed her boob.
“Actually no. But now that you mention it, that might work too. But it would be really hard to set up. And in the end, it wouldn’t really prove anything, ‘cause he’d see what I was up to. No, what I thought would be more unexpected and a bit more dangerous. Spiders!”
Monica raised her eyebrows and let out a big sigh. “Spiders? What do you mean, spiders?”
“What if I was to put some Funnel-webs and a few red backs into the bag? Then if he started farting around in it, he’d get bitten, don’t you think?”
“Eek! I don’t want to have any spiders in our house. What are you thinking Tim?”
Instantly downcast, Tim lit a cigarette. He gazed at her and thought that his first instinct had been right. His idea was preposterous. He should have known better. What kind of a person did Monica think he was now? But to his surprise she said,
“Actually darling, you might have something here. I just wouldn’t want to do it at our house. Let me talk to Gisella in the morning, she might be able to help us.”
She giggled and reached for his cock, hungry for more after being deprived for a few days.
“OK. I know what you want you little vixen.” He responded by turning her over and kissed her well-rounded belly.
To be continued.
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