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Jeremiah had grabbed a bottle of kerosene from the kitchen. He was also carrying his suitcase full of gold and cash. It was all of the money he had saved from whoring out Stoner’s wives over the years. He knew that someday it would prove providential. All he needed now was a ride out of here. He needed a place on the helicopter. He had an idea why Stoner wanted the kerosene.
Stoner had quickly disrobed and changed into civilian clothes. He reaffixed the .45 to his belt. There were some mementos and keepsakes he wanted to save, and he was shoving them into a small gym bag when he saw Jeremiah come in with the kerosene and a suitcase. He turned to the women standing bound to the four posters of his bed.
“Well, ladies,” he said. “I guess this is goodbye. It’s been a real pleasure f**
