Vincent settled wearily into a seat by the window. The saddness of San Francisco seemed far away as he rode through the night on the way to his beloved Boiler Bay. There in his cabin by the sea, life might once again become worth living. Sleep settled over him and he felt himself set adrift, a magical tide pulling him gently back in time. It was a pleasant sensation, but unnerving. Memories stood like signposts on a long, lonesome highway to his past.
There was a gentle tug on his shoulder. Vincent opened his eyes and saw a tall, slender man standing next to him. He had long, flowing gray hair and piercing brown eyes. “Vincent! Vincent!
It is time for you to depart. You’ve reached your destination.”
Staring out the window, Vincent was puzzled. This was definitely not Boiler Bay. His surroundings looked vaguely familiar, but difficult to place. He stared at the stranger. “This isn’t my stop. I’m going to Boiler Bay.”
“Consider this a detour of your destiny. Boiler Bay will wait for another day.”
“I’m not in the mood for a mystery!” Vincent growled. “And just who in the hell are you?”
“I am your spirit guide, Vincent. My name is Andrew. You may not recognize me. I’m from your past. I was the one who worked with your father in his blacksmith shop.”
Memories flooded Vincent’s mind. Andrew and his father had been close friends and Andrew had worked for his father from the time his shop had opened. Vincent smiled as he recalled how he and his brother had followed the men around the shop. They were constantly under foot as they watched with fascination as the men fashioned all manner of items from raw steel. “I do remember!” Vincent exclaimed. “But why am I here now and where am I?”
Andrew gave him a piercing stare. “You don’t remember? This is the town where you lived as a child and you’re here to set right moments in time that have become corrupted.”
Vincent was thoroughly confounded. He stared intently out the window as the train came to a stop in front of the depot. Hazy memories of his past came into sharper focus. He turned to ask what he was there to do, but Andrew was nowhere to be seen. Vincent was alone as he stepped onto the platform, his seabag in hand. He stared up at the rising sun, unsure of what to do first. Finding a place to stay seemed logical.
“Here’s your room key, sir. Your room is at the top of the stairwell, second door on the left.” The desk clerk gave him a friendly smile and disappeared out of sight.
Vincent slowly ascended the stairs and entered his room. It was as if he’d stepped back in time. There was an antique radio on one wall and furniture reminiscent of the 1940’s. Vincent threw his seabag on the bed, walked into the bathroom and glimpsed his reflection in the mirror. He hesitated and stood staring at himself. The reflection in the mirror was much younger. Vincent was incredulous. He appeared to be no older than his early twenties.
Determined to follow the mystery to it’s conclusion, Vincent left the hotel to explore his surroundings. He wandered for hours, from the waterfront to the streets on the hill above the water. As afternoon approached, he realized he was famished and entered a small cafe. He seated himself at the counter and studied the menu. “Would you like coffee?”
Vincent glanced up to see a stunningly beautiful woman with expressive brown eyes and a warm smile. He was speechless for a moment. “Uh . . .I’ll have two hot beef sandwiches, please.”
“Is someone joining you?”
“No ma’am. I’m just real hungry and one won’t fill me up.” Vincent smiled shyly as he felt her gaze wash over him.
“If you eat all your dinner you can have some fresh-baked pie.” The waitress gave him a teasing smile.
Vincent watched her walk away, wondering silently how she would appear without her uniform. Even with it on her voluptous body attracted his undivided attention. Vincent finished his meal, lit a cigarette and gulped down the last of his coffee. The waitress smiled and layed his bill on the counter.
“Want anything else?” She asked.
Vincent glanced at her name tag. “No, Carmella, that was plenty. Thanks.” He fished some bills out of his wallet and layed them on the counter as he left.
“Come back and see us again!” Carmella called after him.
“I’ll do that. I sure will.” Vincent smiled to himself. There was no doubt he’d be back more than once.
Vincent returned to the waterfront, walking slowly past the buildings along the river. As he neared the grain terminal he stopped and lit a cigarette, leaning against a light pole as he watched a barge unloading its cargo. On a hunch, he went inside and inquired about work. As luck would have it, they were in need of a dockhand. Vincent signed on and agreed to return the next morning.
The week passed rapidly. Vincent had been so busy he’d hardly had time to consider what lay ahead. He hoped he’d encounter Andrew again, but he doubted it would happen. Vincent was apparently on his own to decipher the mystery that had brought him here. He had stopped at the cafe ever night after work. Carmella always seemed glad to see him and he was becoming increasingly attracted to her. As Saturday night arrived, Vincent decided to invite her out for a drink after work. She accepted and they walked from the cafe to a near-by bar.
Glen Miller tunes blared from the jukebox as they sat talking in a corner booth. He learned she’d originally lived in Boston. After her father died in the war, she and her mother moved west. A year later her mother took ill and died as well. Sadness was still fresh in her eyes as she recounted the memories of her parents. Vincent held her hand, unsure what to say. He sat quietly as she told him stories of her childhood in Boston and the difficulty she had in leaving. Vincent smiled and gazed into her eyes. “Something good came from your move. If you hadn’t settled here I’d have never met you.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say. I’m glad to. Now tell me more about you. You know all about me and I know nearly nothing of you.” Carmella smiled, waiting for him to respond.
Vincent wasn’t sure where to begin, or how to explain how he’d arrived here. How could he possibly make her understand that he was from a life sixty years in the future. He spoke of his travels and the work that he’d done, careful to speak in terms general enough so as not to reveal his futuristic secrets.
Carmella listened as he told her of his voyages as a merchant seaman, the ports he’d visited and the people he’d met. Carmella smiled. “I have a friend you should meet. You remind me of him, a little. He’s travelled a great deal as well. Maybe you and he have visited some of the same places. Will you come to dinner tomorrow? I’ll invite Andrew, so you and he can get acquainted.”
“Did you say Andrew?” Vincent tried to conceal his surprise.
“Why yes. He’s a dear friend. I haven’t known him long, but he seems like a sweet man. I’m sure he’d like to meet you.” Carmella tugged at his hand. “You will come for dinner, won’t you?”
“Of course. I would love to.” Vincent was eager to speak once again with Andrew. He had many questions that needed answers.
The next afternoon Vincent arrived at Carmella’s home. She greeted him at the door and invited him in. Seated on the couch was Andrew, a guitar case by his side. Carmella seemed excited to see him and gave him a hug. Vincent took a seat next to Andrew as Carmella introduced them. Andrew smiled. “Hello Vincent. Good to see you again.”
Vincent shook his hand. “Yes, my friend. Good to see you to.”
Carmella looked pleased. “I was sure you two would know each other! Now tell me where you met.”
Andrew gave Vincent a slight smile. “Oh, it’s difficult to recall exactly when or where. We sailed together off and on, right Vincent?”
“Yes. On more than one occasion.” The conversation continued through dinner. As they finished, Carmella joined them in the living room. “Andrew’s an accomplished guitar player, Vincent. Would you like to hear him play?”
Vincent smiled and nodded, relieved that the conversation was turning to music. Andrew opened his case and pulled out a beautiful Gibson hollow-body acoustic guitar. Vincent was mightily impressed. Andrew strummed a few chords, adjusted his tuning and launced into an old Leadbelly blues tune. Vincent reached in his shirt pocket and opened his ragged, leather harmonica case. A few moments later he and Andrew were jamming together, filling the room with sounds of blues tunes from years gone by. Carmella listenened intently as the men sang and played song after song. The afternoon passed rapidly and before they realized it nightfall was approaching. Andrew wiped down his guitar and placed it back in it’s case. “This’s really been enjoyable, Vincent. We’ll get together again, I’m sure.”
“I’m sure we will, my friend. I’m sure we will.” Vincent peered at Andrew . “There’s alot to talk about.”
Andrew slung his guitar over his shoulder, walked down the porch steps and disappeared into the gathering darkness. Carmella stood close to Vincent, smiling. “I’m really glad you came to visit today. When will I see you again?”
Vincent hugged her. “Tomorrow night soon enough?”
“No, but it’ll have to do I suppose.” Carmella gave him a playful pout.
Another week passed. Vincent and Carmella were spending more time together. She invited him to dinner again and Vincent eagerly accepted. He arrived at her home Saturday evening, anxious to spend the evening with her. Carmella had prepared a delightfully romantic meal, complete with wine and candlelight. She answered the door wearing a low-cut velvet dress. Vincent struggled not to stare at her magnificent breasts as he followed her into the house. Her long, dark hair lay across her shoulders and her deep brown eyes tugged him closer. Vincent pulled her to him and kissed her. Her warm lips spread and her tongue teased his. Vincent held her face in his hands. “I almost left work early just so I could see you sooner.”
“Oh really?” Carmella giggled. “Wouldn’t you worry about being fired?”
“For you, my sweet, it would be well worth it.”
The candles were burning down as they finished a wonderful meal. Vincent poured them another glass of wine and leaned back in his chair. He could see that the wine was having a pronounced affect on Carmella. Her hungry gaze left little doubt in his mind what she was in the mood for. She stood up, took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. They slowly undressed each other, kissing passionately as the disrobed. Without a word Carmella pulled him onto the bed next to her.
Vincent kissed her passionately, letting his kisses trail down her body from her neck to her hips and back to her luscious mounds of flesh. Carmella’s arousal was increasing rapidly, her breathing quickening as she gently clawed him with her nails. Their legs entwined as their bodies meshed in an erotic coupling of love and passion. Carmella was a tigress unleashed. Her screams of ecstacy blended with Vincent’s passionate gasps as they exploded in a mutual burst of emotion and physical satisfaction.
The lovers lay wrapped in each other’s embrace and Vincent gently kissed Carmella’s smiling face.
They fell asleep, the sound of their breathing like a slow and gentle samba. The sound of a long, lonesome train whistle in the distance jarred Vincent awake. Or was he? Perhaps he was only dreaming. Out of the darkness he saw Andrew appear and Vincent realized they were standing on the train platform at the depot. Coming slowly into view was a sleek, black locomotive, pulling seven rail cars. Andrew turned and smiled at Vincent. “Here is your boarding pass, my friend. It is time for you ride. There’s nothing more to be done here.”
Vincent was incredulous. “I can’t leave. Not without Carmella. I think I’m falling in love with her.”
“And she loves you my friend, as any mother would love her first-born son.”
“I don’t understand. I really need to stay.” Vincent turned to walk away but couldn’t. It was if his feet were made of stone.
Andrew stared at him intently. “You cannot stay. Your mother’s been dead for many years. There was a rift in the time line and your conception was lost in another dimension. It is why you returned. You’ll be born again and the time line will be restored. Until then your destiny lies with the Hitchcock Railway. Enjoy the journey, my friend. You and I will meet again.”
The train pulled to a stop and Vincent turned to board. As he looked back to bid his friend good-by he saw Carmella, tears streaming down her face as she waved good-by. Andrew was nowhere to be seen.

The steady snarl of the engine mingled with the zydeco music blaring from the speakers as Tony accelerated down Highway 93, westbound from Ely to Los Angeles. He was mesmerized by the moonlight shining on the desert. He and his aging Freightliner had hauled freight all through the south and eastern seaboard, but this was his first excursion west. Tony focused on a sillouette in the headlights. It was a sleek, black locomotive pulling seven railcars. The train ran parallel to the highway and kept pace with him as he drove through the night. As he turned his attention back to the highway in front of him, Tony’s eyes widened in shock. A few hundred yards ahead a man stood in the the road carrying a seabag. Tony brought the truck to a tire-screeching halt and frantically peered out the windshield.
The passenger door opened and a mountain of a man climbed aboard. “Sorry if I gave you a bit of a fright, friend. My name’s Vince.”
“Dammit! You could’ve gotten yourself killed! What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of the desert?”
“I missed my connection and the train left without me.” Vince motioned out the window. “I figure we’ll catch it at the next stop.”
Tony gave Vince a puzzled look. “What d’you mean? ‘We’ aren’t catching anything. I’ve got to get this load to Los Angeles.” Before he could finish speaking the truck cab filled with blackness and Tony felt himself drifting out of his seat. He tried to speak but his voice was silent.
Vince stood silently next to Tony on the train depot plaform. Tony could hear a long, lonesome train whistle in the distance. Suddenly a sleek, black locomotive appeared, pulling seven rail cars behind. Vince smiled and turned to his new friend. “I owe you for the favor my friend.” He reached in his shirt and pulled out a yellowed scrap of paper. “This is yours.”
Tony was confused. “What is this? And what good is it?”
“It’s a boarding pass for the Hitchcock Railway. You’ll know it’s value when the time’s right.” Vince boarded the railcar and the train disappeared into the darkness. Once again Tony felt himself floating. It was if he were enveloped in a heavy fog. Through the mist he could see lights and a city limits sign. It was Opelousas. Tony woke with a start. His truck was parked on the shoulder of the highway, the engine running and moonlight shining through the windows. Holy Jesus! Someone put a gris gris on me, sure as hell! Like some cajuns, Tony believed in evil spells. He shivered slightly as he shifted the truck into gear and got underway.
It was early afternoon whenTony arrived in Los Angeles. The next morning he would take a load from Los Angeles to Phoenix and then have a three day layover. He’d been driving steadily for eleven days and the prospect of three days to himself was a welcome turn of events. The next evening he arrived in Phoenix. Tony parked his rig at Danny’s Big Rig Resort and went inside. He would have traded his front seat in hell for a bowl of jambalaya, but settled for homemade chili. The waitress watched in horror as he poured a liberal dose of tabasco sauce into his bowl. “You really gonna eat that? It’s already hot enough to burn the hair off your head and you’re make’n it hotter?”
Tony grinned. “Makes it taste more like down home.” His Cajun accent fascinated her. Tony shared stories of his home in St. Landry Parish, his love of zydeco music and how anxious he was to return to the bayou.
The chili and conversation gave Tony a powerful thirst and he ambled into the lounge for a drink. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. Before he could finish it, the bartender brought him another. “This one’s from the lady at the table behind you.”
The woman seated at the table smiled and invited him to join her. As he settled into a chair she extended her hand. “Hi Tony Boudreaux, I’m Yvette.” Her dark eyes surveyed his face. “You’re just as Vincent described you.”
A jumble of thoughts raced through Tony’s mind. Had what he dreamed been real? He was unsure. Yvette peered at him. “Vincent gave you something didn’t he?”
“Uh, yes. But it’s noth’n valuable.” Tony’s muscles tensed. He remembered the dream and the scrap of paper. He found the boarding pass in his shirt pocket and layed it on the table, eyeing it as if it were a cotton-mouth snake. “Vincent said you’d have it.” She folded it carefully and slipped it in her bra. “Shall we go?”
Tony stared at the woman. “Do I know you? And where are we going?”
“Vincent said you were inquisitive. I see he was right. There’s no reason you’d know me, but does it matter? Think of me as your personal fantasy. Let me rephrase that. I am the one who’ll make your fondest fantasies come true.”
Tony smiled. She had his undivided attention. “You’re going to make my fantasies come true?”
“That’s right. I do have my limitations, but I’m sure I can accomodate you. Now shall we go?” Yvette was becoming impatient.
As they walked across the parking lot Yvette motioned to a dingy Renault. “This is mine.”
Tony was surprised. It wasn’t at all what he expected. Yvette turned to him with a thoughtful expression. “Tell me about your fantasies Anthony.”
Tony wriggled in his seat. The idea of discussing his fantasies with a complete stranger was embarrasing. He wasn’t sure how to respond. “Come now”, Yvette teased. “A man with no fantasies? I find that hard to believe. Maybe you’ll be more comfortable when we’re home.”
They arrived in front of a low-slung adobe house and Yvette led him inside. The large living rom mirrored Yvette’s Portugese heritage. As Tony relaxed on an overstuffed couch, Yvette disappeared into the kitchen to prepare tea. A few moments later she reappeared and offered Tony a cup filled with a sweet, dark liquid. He sipped it and frowned. The taste was pleasant but unfamilair. Yvette gradually steered the conversation back to her original question about Tony’s fantasies. The effects of the tea put him at ease, almost in a state of euphoria. Yvette became noticeably aroused as she listened to him relate his innermost fantasies to her. She cocked her head and gave him a teasing smile. “So Anthony, you want three women at once? Most men can barely handle two and you want three?”
“You did ask me what my fondest fantasy is.” Tony was almost apologetic.
“Oh no, my sweet. I commend your courage.” Yvette gave him a wicked grin. “It’s far too late to arrange anything tonight, but I’m sure I can give you a taste of what’s to come.” She led Tony to the bedroom.
The candlelight gave the room an eerie glow. African artwork adorned the walls and there were hoodoo items carefully placed on shelves. Tony slowly unbuttoned his shirt as Yvette let her dress drop to the floor and she stretched out on the bed, her lithe, brown body taunting him teasingly. Arousal coursed through Tony’s veins like liquid fire. His virility seemed to have increased exponentially. It was exhilerating yet unnerving.
Tony slid into bed and wrapped his body around Yvette’s. Yvette’s firm breasts pressed against Tony as her mouth met his and their tongue’s grappled frantically. Yvette moaned and writhed as she pulled his body into hers. Tony nibbled Yvette’s breasts, his tongue swirling lightly across her erect nipples. His fingers caressed and massaged her inner thighs and her anxious pussy. Yvette’s moans of passion grew louder as Tony fingered her wet muff. She pulled his head down to her breasts, imploring him to suck her aching nipples. Tony’s bulging cock teased her inner thighs and brushed her pouting pussy lips. Yvette’s hands guided his shaft into her as her long, shapely thighs encircled his torso. Tony felt as if he were being consumed. He hurled himself deep into her with long powerful lunges. Each stroke evoked a gasp of pleasure as Yvette thrashed and writhed beneath him. Her throaty voice urged him on, begging him to fuck her harder. A long, intense scream preceded Yvette’s powerful orgasm as her body convulsed with a series of shudders.
Tony held himself deep inside her until he felt her body relax and then thrust himself into her with frenzied abandon. He could feel himself nearing release, flames of pleasure licked at his loins and he groaned loudly. “Poo-ya-iee-cher!” Tony screamed as his love liquid streamed into her. Exhausted and barely able to catch his breath, Tony rolled over onto his back.
With a wicked smile, Yvette positioned herself on top of Tony, her moist slit rubbing his flaccid cock. She nibbled and bit at his flesh, clawing his chest and shoulders with her nails. She slid lower, licking and nibbling at his waist and hips as her mouth moved closer and closer to his member. After what seemed like hours of exquisite torture, Yvette took his cock in her mouth, her tongue flicking lightly as her lips held him tightly. Tony moaned with pleasure as Yvette consumed him relentlessly. He held her by the hair, his hips surging wildly as he felt himself floating in a sea of carnal pleasure. Yvette drew him near the edge of climax and then released him, smiling as she heard him beg her to finish what she’d started. Yvette slowly choked his pulsing rod until his impending ejaculation retreated, then resumed pleasuring him orally. With slow, deliberate moves, she positioned her steamy snatch over his head. Tony pulled her down and buried his face between her thighs as he gripped her ass with both hands. Writhing and moaning, they lay locked together, licking, sucking and nibbling as waves of intense pleasure washed over them. Yvette could taste the first few droplets of Tony’s seed and released his swollen cock from her mouth as her fingers encircled it’s base. “Not yet, Anthony. I want your pleasure to last.”
Tony was nearly insane with pleasure. He begged her to let him finish. Yvette smiled wickedly as she washed his face with her dripping pussy. Tony’s tongue found her clit once again. He probed and licked, feeling her body stiffen and quiver as flames of orgasm burned higher and hotter. “Oh! Anthony! Oh!”
Yvette fell forward as her hands grasped at Tony’s engorged shaft. Working with both hands, she could feel his trembling body nearing release. He moaned loudly as his hips pumped wildly and hot love juice spurted onto her face and into her hair. Yvette looked up with a taunting grin. “Have I gotten all you have to give?”
“Je donner en haut de mon doux!” Tony whispered. Yvette lowered her sweaty body onto him and kissed him gently. “Prise moi mon doux.”
Yvette lay quietly watching Tony sleep. Rays of warm sunshine reflected off her long, black hair. Tony opened his eyes and gave her a contented smile. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Anthony.” Yvette kissed him gently. “What would you like for breakfast?”
Tony was famished. He was also thoroughly aroused. Yvette sensed his wishes and smiled. “Ah yes. You want me and you want food. I’ll make us some breakfast and you can tell me what fantasies you wish to pursue. You never answered me last night.”
Yvette dressed herself in Tony’s shirt and left him staring at the ceiling. It seemed like he was dreaming, but he knew he wasn’t. The emotions he felt were strong and unsettling. Tony felt a strong connection to Yvette, as if he’d been her lover for a long time. It was impossible. He only met her the night before, but the feeling wouldn’t subside. Tony pulled on his trousers and joined Yvette in the kitchen.
They shared a breakfast of hashbrowns and fruit bread. As they finished their third cup of coffee, Tony realized the conversation had been totally about him. Yvette had cleverly avoided answering Tony’s questions. Before he could pursue the subject further Yvette took his hand and led him back to the bedroom. “I can think of things much more pleasurable than answering questions about me”, she assured him with a smile.
It was early afternoon when Tony awakened alone in bed. Yvette was nowhere to be found, but there was a note on her pillow.”I’ve gone to make preparations for our evening. Please make yourself comfortable and I’ll return for you later this afternoon. Love, Yvette.” Tony read the note twice and thought to himself. I wonder if I’ll ever see her again. I suppose all I can do is wait and see what happens.
Tony yawned and stretched. It was strange. He’d never felt as contented as he was at this moment and there was a promise of more pleasure yet to come. He settled on the couch with a book about ancient hoodoo rituals. Afternoon gave way to early evening and Tony drifted off to sleep.
“Anthony! Wake up!” Yvette stood over him, smiling. “Do you want to shower before we go?”
Tony rubbed his eyes. “Go? Go where?”
Yvette smiled. “So many questions. Shower and we’ll go. You’ll be pleased.” She gave him a playful push toward the bathroom.
Excitement and apprehension flooded Tony’s mind as Yvette deftly manuevered through evening traffic. She was unusually quiet as she drove, the music from the radio filled the void of silence. “We’re here!” Yvette announced as she swiped a pass card across the reader and entered a large parking garage beneath a high-rise building. They boarded the elevator and Yvette pushed the button for the penthouse suite. Tony appeared nervous. “I don’t much like elevators.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Yvette smiled as she snuggled close to him. Moments later they stepped into a lavishly appointed lobby. Yvette knocked on the large double doors and Tony caught his breath. Standing in the doorway was a stunningly beautiful, black woman wearing nothing but a thong. She smiled at Tony and introduced herself. “Hello Anthony, I’m Tiffaney.” Tony was speechless as the women led him inside. The penthouse was lavishly furnished with expensive furniture and carpeting. A wet bar sat against one wall and a short, stocky blonde sat perched on a stool wearing nothing but a thong and sipping on a drink. Tony’s mind was reeling. Yvette had promised him his fantasies would become reality, but he hadn’t really believed it. The blonde smiled at him with piercing blue eyes. “Hi Anthony. I’m Nancy. Welcome to our world of pleasure.”
Yvette guided him to the couch and he sat down, Tiffaney on one side of him and Yvette on the other. Nancy poured them drinks and brought them to the couch, seating herself on the coffee table. Tony was in awe. The women sitting next to him were precisely what he’d described to Yvette. Tiffaney was tall, with large breasts and long legs. Her build was that of a dancer. She reminded Tony of a Las Vegas showgirl. Nancy was much shorter, with a muscular yet feminine body and large, firm breasts. Her dark tan contrasted nicely with her blond hair.
Tony sipped his drink as he and the women conversed. He noticed a strange but pleasant flavor to his drink. It was the same flavor he’d noticed in his tea the night before. A sense of euphoria was settling over him as he felt himself relaxing, basking in the glow of anticipation that pervaded the room. Nancy put her hand on Tony’s crotch and fondled the bulge in his trousers. “H’mm. Looks like you’re ready for some action.”
The women led Tony to the bedroom. It was luxurious and much to Tony’s surprise there were mirrors on the ceiling above the bed. Yvette gave Tony a wicked grin. “Let’s let Nancy and Tiffaney warm up a little and then we’ll take care of you.”
Tiffaney sat on the edge of the bed with Nancy facing her. They embraced and kissed passionately. Tony could feel Yvette behind him, unbuttoning his shirt and trousers as he watched the women locked tightly together. Tiffaney’s hands were busy stroking and caressing
Nancy’s gorgeous thighs. Nancy held Tiffaney by the hair, pulling her face tightly against her chest. Yvette led Tony to a love seat near the bed and knelt down between his legs, slowly stroking his pulsing cock. Tony moaned with pleasure and Yvette smiled at him. “You like?”
Nancy pushed Tiffaney onto her back on the bed and straddled her torso, massaging Tiffaney’s luscious tits. Tiffaney wrapped her arms around Nancy’s neck and pulled her close. Nancy sucked and nibbled Tiffaney’s pouting nipples, first one and then the other. Tiffaney moaned with pleasure as she tugged at Nancy’s hair.
Tony’s body quivered as Yvette, teased him with long, slow strokes, working magic on the head of his cock with her fingers. Sensing that he was nearing release, Yvette gripped the base of his cock. “Not yet, my sweet, not yet.”
Tiffaney moaned with pleasure as Nancy slowly massaged her supple breasts. With a burst of motion Tiffaney positioned herself on top of Nancy, her pussy hovering over Nancy’s face. Smiling wickedly at Tony, she slowly lowered her moist muff within range of Nancy’s tongue and lips. Nancy hugged Tiffaney’s waist and pulled her closer. Tiffaney gasped and squealed as she worked her hips forward and back. Anxious to reciprocate, Tiffaney leaned forward, removed Nancy’s thong and dove between Nancy’s thighs. The women rolled onto their sides, each intent on pleasuring the other. They clawed and slapped each other’s ass cheeks as muffled gasps and squeals filled the air.
Yvette watched Tony as he sat mesmerized by the erotic love tangle on the bed. “Which of them do you want first?” She teased. “Or do you want to take them both on at once?” Tony was too hot to respond. He pulled her hand down to his crotch, urging her to stroke him more. She took his cock in her hand and squeezed, smiling at him with an evil grin. “Not yet. Anticipation’s part of the pleasure.”
Tiffany bucked and thrashed, hugging Nancy’s powerful thighs as Nancy fingered her pussy. Yvette stood up and walked to the nightstand, retrieving a jar of petroleum jelly. Scooping some onto her fingers, Yvette leaned over and slathered it onto Tiffaney’s pussy. Tiffaney redoubled her efforts to free herself, but it was no use. Nancy slowly worked her fist into Tiffaney’s cunt, stroking slowly at first, then faster. Tiffaney was like a wild woman, thrashing and squealing as she erupted with an explosive burst of hot love juice. Nancy continued, showing her lover no mercy. She pounded her fist deep into Tiffaney’s hungry pussy.
Tony squirmed in his chair, as Yvette stood behind him, her hands slowly massaging his back and shoulders. He was sure he’d explode with pleasure any second. Yvette’s grip tightened and it was clear she was becoming increasingly aroused as well.
Satisfied that Tiffaney had enough, Nancy let her up. Tiffaney rolled onto her back panting and gasping for breath. Yvette walked to the far side of the bed, seated herself on Tiffany’s heaving torso and began massaging her breasts. Nancy grinned at Tony. “Come and get me!”
Tony didn’t need encouragement. Nancy pulled him onto the bed,climbed on top of him, pinned his arms to the bed and dangled her luscious breasts in his face. “Suck them!” She commanded. Tony complied, taking her nipple in his mouth. He could see Yvette and Tiffaney lying next to them, locked in a lovers embrace. Nancy slid lower on his torso, guiding his cock inside her. Tony thrust his hips upward, driving deep into Nancy’s dripping muff. She gasped with pleasure, pumping her hips in concert with his. Her fingers gripped his waist and Tony reached up grabbing her breasts, one in each hand.
Somehow Tiffaney had worked her way on top of Yvette. She was wearing a strap-on dildo and pinned Yvette’s legs over her head. Tiffany entered Yvette’s trembling muff, working with long slow strokes. Yvette squealed and groaned as orgasm rapidly approached. Her squeals blended with Nancy’s and Tony was wild with pleasure. He could feel his release coming as he arched his back and screamed, his load bursting into Nancy’s waiting muff. Nancy screamed and squealed. “Oh! Jesus! Don’t stop baby!”
Tony threw her onto her side, rolled on top of her and buried his face in her dripping snatch. Her legs encircled his head and squeezed tightly as he eagerly penetrated her with his tongue. He gently nibbled at her clit and licked her quivering lips. Her thigh muscles bulged as she squeezed even tighter, erupting in a wild burst of pleasure. Tony continued to lick and suck as Nancy shuddered violently with final bursts of pleasure. As Nancy let up on him, he could hear Yvette screaming with pleasure and she erupted in a massive orgasm. Tony lay on his back, gasping for breath as Tiffany and Nancy grinned at him. “Ready for more?” Tiffany asked with a taunting expression. Before he could respond she straddled his face with her thighs, rubbing her pussy on his face.
Nancy knelt between Tony’s legs, slowly stroking his semi-erect cock and Tiffaney lay beside them, pleasuring herself as she watched the others. Tony groaned loudly as Nancy’s talented hands sent waves of pleasure up his spine. Yvette rode his face, her pussy pressed tightly to him as he licked and nibbled at her slit, holding her tightly by her waist. Yvette’s body was quivering uncontrollably as she neared orgasm. Tony sensed she was nearing the pinnacle of pleasure. Yvette’s body arched as she screamed with pleasure and Tony could feel her warm love juice dripping onto his face. Nancy’s merciless stroking urged him closer to release. Yvette rolled on top of Tiffaney as they wrestled for control of the dildo in Tiffaney’s hand.
Nancy was intent on driving Tony insane with passion. She took his pulsing cock in her mouth, torturing him with her tongue. He tried to wrap his legs around her head but she blocked his attempt, holding his legs as she continued. Just as she felt him begin to release she raised her head and gripped his member tightly. “Not yet, sweety. I’m not done with you yet.”
Yvette straddled Tiffany’s torso, plunging the latex toy deep into Tiffany’s wet pussy. Tony watched the action reflecting in the ceiling mirrors. The erotic scene heigtened an already exquisite love session. Nancy rubbed the head of his cock on her moist muff, grinning wickedly as she watched him suffer. Satisfied he’d had enough teasing she swallowed his shaft with her eager pussy, pumping with slow, uneven strokes. Tony moaned and gasped, as he gripped her magnificent tits, one each hand. He roughly massaged them, pulling and twisting. “That’s it, baby! Be rough with me!”
Tiffany was begging Yvette to stop. She lay panting and gasping, unable to move. Yvette slid on top of Tony, straddling his head with her thighs, pressing her wet pussy into his face. Tony buried his tongue in her, bucking and thrashing as Nancy‘s tight snatch milked his cock, draining every drop of his hot love juice. Satisfied that she’d finished him completely, Nancy sat watching as Yvette exploded with pleasure.
Tony lay on the bed, exhausted and panting for breath. Yvette smiled. “Is this what you had in mind?” Tony was to spent to respond. His contented smile and limp member were answer enough. He closed his eyes and sleep was instantaneous. Somewhere in the distance he could hear the sound of a train whistle and rumble of a powerful diesel locomotive. A train platform appeared, as if by magic. His beloved Yvette was standing near the track, waiting for the train’s arrrival. Tony was at once shocked and dismayed. He couldn’t let her go without saying good-by, but he couldn’t move. A sleek, black locomotive pulling seven rail cars came to a stop near the boarding platform. As Yvette stepped onto the railcar, Tony broke free and ran to her.
Yvette screamed in horror as she saw Tony vault over the penthouse balcony railing and fall to his death. She turned to Nancy and Tiffany, a sad smile on her face. “At least he died happy.”
Within minutes a police car arrived on the scene, lights flashing and siren wailing. A
burly patrol officer surveyed the scene and examined Tony’s body. In his shirt pocket was a scrap of paper. The officer studied it for a moment and dropped into an evidence bag. It was a boarding pass. A boarding pass for the Hitchcock Railway.

Margo and Vincent boarded a train that had no destination. They were strangers travelling west through the desert toward the sea. Maybe there was a predertermined agenda not yet revealed to them. Such was life on the Hitchcock Railway.
Vincent stared out the window, drew deeply on his cigarette and sipped his coffee. His thoughts drifted to the previous evening. Mike made an excellent point. It was five years since LaQuettta’s death and five years was a long time mourning. Vincent was finally ready to move on.
A strikingly attractive woman sat across the aisle trying her best not to stare at Vincent. He reminded her of someone, but she wasn’t sure who. His wild eyes and bushy beard reminded her of Jack Elam. His flowing long hair and confident demeanor reminded her of a hiwayman she’d read about in her school books. She gave Vincent a tentative smile.
Vincent’s rugged face registered a hint of embarrassment as he realized she was smiling at him. His shyness intrigued her. How can such a confident and intimdating man be shy? Maybe he’ll introduce himself to me. Vincent crossed the aisle to her table. “Good morning. May I join you? Seems a shame to ride through the desert alone.”
She motioned toward the chair across the table. Margo was flustered and mildly aroused by this man with the provocative eyes and deep, resonant voice. “I’m Vincent. And you are?” He gently took her hand in his.
“I’m Margaurite, but no one calls me that except my grandmother. Call me Margo.” She struggled to maintain her composure. Rarely did anyone have such an effect on her. It was frightening, yet titillating.
They rode through the desert, Vincent regaling her with tales of Chago Canyon and the legend of Elfego Baca. Their conversation flowed seemlessly. Vincent barely touched his breakfast. Margo glanced at his plate and wrinkled her nose. “You’re meal’s getting cold!”
“Yes. And so is yours!” Vincent smiled, his gaze lowereing to her breasts and quickly back to her face. He seemed embarrassed once more. Margo was flattered by his attention but was careful not to let it show.
It was nearing sunset when the train arrived in Boiler Bay, slowing as it neared the station. Vincent stood, took his sea bag and turned to bid his new-found friend good by. An expression of sadness flashed in Margo’s eyes. Vincent hesitated for a moment, as if he were unsure what to do next. Vincent slowly reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come with me, Margo.”
She hesitated and smiled. There was a hint of concern in her eyes. “There has to be a condition to our encounter.”
Vincent stared at her, hesitating before he answered. “Okay.”
“We agree. Tomorrow I leave alone.”
Vincent noded in agreement. “If that’s what you wish then that’s what it’ll be.”
They arrived at the ramshackle cabin. The porch faced the ocean. Margo felt like she’d stepped through a portal into another place and time. She set her bag on the floor and surveyed the cabin. There were no interior walls. It was unusual to say the least. An elegant stone fireplace filled one wall and a huge rug made of colorful remnants covered the floor. Native American artifacts were everywhere and oil lamps lined the mantel. There were shelves with rows and rows of books. A huge mahogany desk sat in the middle of the room, maps and drawings scattered across it’s top. A telescope stood pointing out the window and a huge brass bed abuttted another wall with an ancient sea chest at its foot. Margo smiled. “Your cabin’s interesting. There’s alot of you here.”
“A simple home for a simple man.” Vincent responded.
Not likely. Whatever this man is, simple he surely isn’t. Margo smiled nervously, unsure of what to do next. She gave in to her impulse and pulled him close. Her lips met his and their tongues intertwined, tasting the passion of the moment. Margo’s breath was rapid and strong, warm and moist against Vincent’s face. They tumbled onto the bed. Vincent unbuttoned Margo’s shirt and unhooked her lace bra. Her magnificent breasts spilled out, nipples pouting enticingly. Margo unsnapped Vincent’s shirt and slid it off his broad shoulders. Her breathing quickened as she surveyed his powerfully body. Even his scars, remnants of traumatic times long passed, intrigued her.
Margo stood and unbuttoned her slacks, letting them fall slowly to the floor. Vincent lay on the bed, his eyes caressing her voluptuous body. Margo leaned across the bed and gently tugged on Vincent’s trousers. He finished removing them and pulled Margo closer. She resisted, smiling mischieviously. “Not just yet. Let me lead for now.”
Vincent lay silently anticipating Margo’s next move. She reminded him of a jungle cat stalking it’s prey. Margo’s hands lit fires of sensation on Vincent’s skin as her lips teased his nipples. Her tongue swirled lightly urging moans of pleasure from him. She raised her head and smiled. “What shall I do to bring you pleasure, Vincent?”
Vincent gave her a long, hungry stare. “H’mmm. Well. Let your imagination be your guide.”
Margo grinned wickedly. “You’re a courageous man, Vincent. Are you sure you can handle me?”
“I think I can handle you.”
He took her by the hair and pulled her head close to his and their mouths met in a passionate, wet kiss. Margo pressed her body tighter to Vincent, wanting to devour him inch by inch.Vincent lowered his head and took her proud nipples, one, then the other, in his mouth. His tongue created pools of heat on her skin. “Oh Vincent . . .please . . . .oh. . .don’t stop!”
Margo’s nails traced erotic patterns on his back and her hips surged against his crotch. Vincent’s lips moved from Margo’s pouting breasts to her neck. He nuzzled and kissed her, nibbled her ear lobes and moved back to her nipples. Margo took his hair in both hands and guided his mouth from one breast to the other, urging him to suck and nibble harder. Fiery arousal flooded her body as she writhed and struggled. With a surge of strength she rolled on top of Vincent. “You’re getting ahead of me!” Margo gave him a deliciously sadistic smile.
“I’m a hard dog to keep on the porch.”
“Maybe you need some training.” Margo rolled onto her side, deftly slipped out of her undergarment and knelt on Vincent’s face, her moist pussy positioned over his eager mouth. Just as he was about to begin giving her some mind-blowing oral sex, Margo clamped her legs tightly around his head. He gripped her thigh with his hands. Her taut muscles gave no indication of loosening. Vincent was effectively restrained and very much at Margo’s mercy.
Margo reached for a glass on the nightstand and slurped several ice cubes into her mouth. She engulfed his bulging erection with her mouth, sending pleasurable sensations surging through Vincent’s body. Margo continued to tease and tantalize him as his muffled groans filled the room. Margo cupped his sack in her hand, gently kneeding him as her tongue traced the rim of his cock. She tasted the first drops of love liquid and knew he was close to orgasm. She slid her mouth farther down his shaft and Vincent lunged upward. Warm, salty liquid filled her mouth. Margo relaxed her grip on Vincent and smiled wickedly. “Had enough?”
“Well, yes. For the moment at least.” He flashed her a contented grin.
Vincent reminded Margo of the fierce and powerful brown bears she’d seen during her visits to Montana. Yet he was gentle and unassuming. There was much more she wanted to learn about him, but so little time. Margo’s physical needs took priority. She was thoroughly aroused and desperately needed satisfaction. She slowly mounted his face. His organ lay limp, his tongue and lips would have to suffice. Margo was certain it would be more than adequate. She was sure that Vincent had talents she’d not yet discovered. His strong hands gripped her thighs, lips pressed tightly to her. His tongue targeted her g-spot. She exhaled loudly and moaned. “Oh! Vincent! Oh yes. Right there, yes, right there!”
Margo’s hips thrashed uncontrollably and her nails clawed his chest. A wave of pleasure swept through her, destroying every vestage of self-control. It was frightening. It was exciting. Margo screamed loudly as tears dripped down her cheeks and fell onto her thighs. “Oh! Vincent. Jesus! Fuck! Oh God, please don’t stop!” Margo heard herself scream and curse. It was as if the voice she heard came from another. It was unnerving, yet exhilerating.
Vincent slurped, licked and sucked relentlessly. Margo was insane with passion.The images in the room blurred and she could barely catch her breath. She rode a tide of pleasure and waves of orgasm came crashing over her as she exploded in a burst of warm love liquid. She was exhausted and blissfully happy.Vincent sat up, cradled her head in his lap and wiped her tears away with his hand. Concern showed in his eyes. “You’re crying. Are you . . . .”
Before he could finish, Margo put a finger to his lips. “They’re tears of joy, sweet man. You are amazing.”
Vincent smiled at her tenderly as he brushed her hair out of her eyes. Margo sighed contendedly, snuggling closer. “Tell me more about your seafaring days.”
He spoke quietly, his deep voice wrapped her in visions of far-away ports of call. She loved listening to him. His stories made her smile and laugh. It had been a long time since she’d felt so safe, content and peaceful.
Margo awoke to the smell of mesquite smoke wafting through the air. She sat up and pulled Vincent’s shirt around her. He was nowhere to be seen. She padded across the room to the porch. Vincent was standing in front of a grill poking at meat cooking on the grill and slowly rolling two squash back and forth in the fire. He glanced up and smiled. “Finally awake, huh? Are you hungry?”
Margo smiled back. She was famished. “Those steaks look delicious.”
“They are. Better than beef. Ever eat buffalo?”
A skeptical expression spread across Margo’s face. Good lord! I should have guessed. I wonder what other surprises I’ll find for dinner.
Vincent and Margo sat eating at a worn, wooden table. She was pleasantly surprised. The meal was wonderful and Vincent was a charming host, tending to her every need. Margo sipped on her glass of apple juice as Vincent watched her intently. She wriggled in her chair. So much attention was disconcerting yet she was beginning to develop a real affinity for it. Dusk was settling around the cabin and Vincent lit the oil lamps on the mantel.
Shadows danced on the walls as Vincent took Margo’s hand and led her back to the bed. He held her face in his hands and gave her a long, passionate kiss. She fell backward on the bed and Vincent lowered his body onto hers. Margo held him by the hair, guiding his mouth to her breasts. Vincent gently teased her nipples with his tongue and nibbled her breasts. Ripples of pleasure washed over her and she could feel his member swelling, rubbing lightly against her inner thigh. Margo moaned quietly. “Oh, Vincent. That feels so good. Oh! Please. Please don’t stop.”
Vincent complied. He desperately wanted to enter her, but proceeded slowly. Pleasure this intense was best consumed in a liesurely fashion. Margo explored his back with her fingers, running her nails lightly up and down his sides. She breathed heavily, forcing herself not to claw him harder. Her inner animal was struggling to escape. Margo could feel flames of arousal licking at her. She wanted him to take her and show her no mercy. She wanted him to do to her what she had done to him. “Oh, Vincent. Take me. Take me from behind!”
Vincent knelt behind Margo as she perched on all fours. She could feel his magnificent cock teasing her moist slit and lightly brushing her clit. She gasped for air, anxious to feel him buried in her. His hands massaged her back and teased the cheeks of her ass. Vincent slowly penetrated her, the head of his cock just inside her. He seemed to enjoy making her suffer. Margo knew the feeling. She loved being in control. Giving up that control was another matter entirely but it was getting easier and easier as Vincent continued to tease and probe her. “Vincent! Oh god! I want you in me. Oh! Please! More baby! Oh, oh . . . .Jesus!” Margo gripped the pillow near her head, nearly ripping it in two.
Vincent continued to torment Margo. He thrust himself into her slowly, hesitating with each stroke, teasing her mercilessly. Gradually the rhythm quickened. He thrust deep into her, forcing gasps of pleasure from her with every movement. Margo buried her face in the pillow, her muffled screams reverberated off the wall. Vincent gripped her waist, pulling her into him with each stroke. His cock filled her with pleasure. Margo frantically pounded the bed with her fists, begging him to fuck her harder. Sweat dripping from Vincent’s face mingled with Margo’s. With a violent shudder and a primal scream, Margo erupted in orgasm, love juice dripping onto the blanket. She gasped and shrieked, wanting the pleasure to stay and never go away. Vincent continued to drive his cock into her with wild abandon. His guttural screams filled the air as his fiery load penetrated deep into Margo. She fell onto her side and Vincent fell forward next to her.
Margo cuddled close to him. “Now, Vincenzo . . . . . .now I’m satisfied.”
Vincent snuggled closer to Margo and his eyes slowly closed. Suddenly, they opened again. She had called him by his proper name. It unnerved him. No one had called him by that name since his grandfather died many years before. Vincent was too spent and exhausted to pursue the matter. Questions would have to wait for morning.
Rays of sun shone through the window and Vincent felt a cool, ocean breeze wash over his body. He slowly opened his eyes. Margo was gone and he was alone in the cabin. All that remained of her was the scent of her perfume and her warm, wonderful memory. Vincent could hear the long, lonesome sound of a train whistle in the distance.
He smiled slightly. It was a sad smile. “She and I, we’ll ride the Hitchcock Railway again one day. I’m sure of it.”