Amos was still haunted by what happened. No one was killed or injured, but it was an accident just the same and could have been fatal. The investigation indicated mechanical failure of a crane, but it was company policy to require drug testing of all personel following any major safety incident.
    “Afternoon ma’am. I’m Amos Moses Morgan and I’m here to do a urine test.” Amos fidgeted. He was uncomfortable in any medical facility.
    The nurse smiled up at him from behind her desk and handed him a form. “If you’ll just fill this out we’ll get you in soon.”
    Amos took the form and sat down next to a stocky brunette wearing boots, dirty levis and a denim shirt. She glanced up and nodded to him without smiling. She exhaled loudly and muttered. “This’s just so much god damn bullshit!”
    Amos stared straight ahead as he felt the brunette looking at him. Her bold stare made him uncomfortable. “Mary Ellen Widing.” A voice called out over the speaker in the room. The brunette disappeared down a long hallway.
    A few minutes passed and Mary Ellen appeared again, scowling as she left the building. Amos heard his name called and he walked to the hall, anxious to be done with what he viewed as an unnecessary intrusion on his personal life.
    The diner was filled with lunch customers. Amos made his way to the counter and ordered lunch. He lit a cigarette and blue a stream of smoke into the air, still irritated about the need for a drug test. It was an insult to his professionalism. A  female voice interrupted his thoughts.  It was Mary Ellen. “Well, d’ya think you passed the pee test?
    Amos smiled slightly. “I always do.”
    “I figured and old hippy like you might be worried.” She gave him a teasing smile and walked away before he could respond. Amos watched as she left. Davey’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “You know her?”
    “Not really. Bumped into her at the medical lab. You know her?” Amos’s curiousity was piqued.
    “Not really. She’s on the boilermaker crew. I hear she’s damn good.”
    “We’ll find out soon enough. I’ve got a stack of work just wait’n for some good boilermakers.” A wry grin crossed Amos’s face as he paid his bill and left the diner.
    The next few days were a blur of long hours and hard work. There was a steady stream of difficulties and Amos was became increasingly irritable as the week progressed. Everyone on the crew knew his moods and gave him a wide berth. By Saturday afternoon they’d made excellent progress  and looked forward to a much-deserved day off.  Amos headed straight for the bar. With enough rum, he felt sure he could erase the memories of a difficult week.
    It was late morning when Amos awoke. he yawned and stretched as he enjoyed the day’s first cigarette. He smiled as he contemplated a day free of responsibility. Aw shit!  I’ve gotta do some laundry. Amos cursed himself for not leaving his laundry with one of the laundry services in town.
    The steady drone of washers and dryers was puncuated by the happy shrieks of children playing with an empty cart. The laundromat was busy, people tending to their wash and folding dry clothes. Amos peered intently at the dryer, watching the clothes going around and around. It was hypnotic and he was startled when he heard a voice in his ear. “Run out’ve clothes to wear?” Mary Ellen smiled at him. “This’s a lousy way to spend a day off!”
    Amos nodded in agreement. “I can sure as hell think of better things to do.”
    “Mind if I join you?” Mary Ellen sat down, not waiting for a response. Amos liked her. She reminded him of his Texas sweetheart, Marci. They sat talking as they waited for their laundry to finish. Mary Ellen insisted Amos call her Elle. “No one calls me Mary  Ellen ‘cept for my mom.”
    As they left the laundromat Amos offered to buy Elle a drink. “Thanks, but I’ve gotta pass. I’m gonna turn in early. I’ve got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow. Seems I’m gonna be working for some
hard-ass over in the powerhouse.”
    Amos grinned. “Yup, you sure will be. I’m that hard-ass.”
    Elle struggled to hide her embarrassment. “Aw jeez! Leave it to me to stick my foot in my mouth.”
    “Don’t worry about it. I get cranky now and then, but I’m not as bad as my reputation. You’ll do just fine. I hear your damn good at what you do.”
    Elle smiled. “I try to be. Being a woman on this crew ain’t easy.”
    Amos was sure she was right. The men weren’t used to working next to a woman and some resented her being there. “I s’pose it’s tough, but on my crew you’re just one of the guys. As long as you get the job done you’ll be fine.”
    Elle and two other boilermakers were waiting when Amos and the crew arrived for work the next morning. After a short discussion they dispersed in all directions and another week of work began. As the days progressed, Amos was amazed. Elle was a valuable asset to the crew. She was skilled and strong as a bull.
    It was late Saturday night when the crew finished their day and Amos was pleased. They’ were within a few days of finishing the project. Elle stood silently, wiping grease and grit off her hands and face with a dirty rag. Amos shouted over the din of the machinery. “Hey, Elle! I’ll buy you a drink!”
    “You’re on! Give me time to shower and change clothes. I’ll meet you at the bar.”
    Amos was sitting with the rest of the crew when Elle entered the bar. “Grab a chair and sit on down!” He caught himself staring, as was the rest of the crew. Her long, dark hair hung loose and cascaded down her back. She wore a  tight fitting tee shirt and levis that fit her like a second skin. “Whatcha gonna have?”
    Elle noticed Amos’s preoccupation with her breasts. “I’ll have a shot of Jack Daniels with a water back.”  She leaned over and whispered. “Think you’ll be able to remember my order until the barmaid gets here?”
    Amos turned away, an embarrassed smile on his face. He was attracted to Elle and hoped she felt the same for him. As the evening progressed, Amos slowed his liquor consumption considerably, sipping slowly on his drink rather than gulping one after another. If he had the good fortune to go home with her he didn’t intend to be too limp to perform. Davey knew Amos and what he was thinking. “Hey, Captain! You ready for another drink? You’re gettin’ way behind.”
    Amos mugged a scowl. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m doing fine. Now if you don’t mind too damn much I gotta go wring out my kidneys.”
    Elle was waiting for Amos when he stepped out of the lavatory into the hall. Without a word, she put her arms around him, pinned against the wall and kissed him hard on his mouth. Amos put his hands gently on her shoulders. Elle moaned quietly and kissed him again, her tongue exploring his lips. She pulled back and smiled at him. “You don’t have to be quite so gentle,  I won’t break.”
    Amos did his best to muster a shy smile. “You kinda caught me be surprise.”
    Elle cocked her head. “ I sure do hope it was a nice surprise.”
    “It sure was.  I’m kind’ve shy around women though.”  Amos struggled to maintain his innocent expression.
    “You’ve got to be kidding.”  Elle was incredulous. “ I sure didn’t figure you for the shy  type.”
    They arrived back at the table and sat down. Elle was in a playful mood. She glanced at John and stood her arm on the table. “C’mon John. I’ll arm wrestle you.”
    John glanced at Amos and grinned at Elle. “Okay, but we’re goin’ for a beer, right?”
    Elle nodded and smiled as she locked her hand into John’s. Struggling mightily, John was surprised by her strength. Within minutes his arm lay flat on the table. Elle giggled  and challenged Danny. Again she prevailed. “Okay big guy, you’re next!”
    Amos smiled. “I dunno, you’ve already beaten two’ve my guys.”
    “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with you!”  With a forceful lunge, Elle struggled to pull Amos’s arm down. He was surprised at her strength as he struggled to hold his arm steady. Damn! She just doesn’t run down. I was gonna let her win, but she might win for real. Eventually Amos let his arm slowly fall toward the table until it was lying flat. Elle exhaled loudly and grinned. “That’s three beers you guys owe me!”
    As the bartender announced last call, Elle leaned over and whispered in Amos’s ear. “Want to come by my place for a cup of coffee?”    
“Sure. I s’pose  a quick cup couldn’t hurt, but I don’t want to keep you up too long. I’m sure you’d like to get
some sleep.”  Amos wasn’t sure she believed his innocent act.
    Elle led Amos up the steps to her apartment. It wasn’t at all what he expected. The living room was tastefully decorated with beautiful antiques and the walls were adorned with surreal paintings that captured his attention. Wine red curtains framed the windows and the moonlight reflected on the highly polished hardwood floor. Elle smiled at him. “Welcome to my home. Have a seat and I’ll make us some coffee. There’s cd’s by the stereo. Pick out something to listen to.”
    Amos was astounded at Elle’s eclectic taste in music. Her collection included everything from classic rock to latin jazz. The comfortable ambience of the room settled around him as he relaxed and waited for Elle to return. He closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him as the scent of fresh coffee brewing wafted through the air.
    “Hey sleeping beauty, here’s your coffee.”  Elle stood in front of him, holding two cups. Amos opened his eyes and smiled. “ I wasn’t sleeping. It’s so comfortable here, I feel like I’m home.”
    Elle and Amos sat talking as they sipped their coffee. She told him of her childhood growing up on a cattle farm in Montana and Amos shared stories of his time in the Navy and years after when he’d lived in the desert. Elle snuggled close to him, took his cup and set it on the coffeetable. “It’s really late. Come to bed with me?”
    Amos smiled. “I’d like that.” She led him to the bedroom. The room was dark and Amos reached for the light switch. Elle took his hand. “Leave the light off.”
    Amos was puzzled, but he complied. She slowly undressed. He could sense her tension and was unsure of her mood. “Are you sure you want me to stay?”
    There was a long pause before she answered. “You can go if you want.”  She lay down and covered herself with a blanket. Amos slowly undressed. He could hear Elle crying quietly. He switched the bedside lamp on and put his hand on her shoulder. “Tell me what’s the matter.”
    “I’m fine! Just go, if you want to.”
    Amos was confused. “Elle, if I did something to hurt your feelings I’m sorry. I would like to stay if you want me to.”
    Elle struggled  to regain her composure. “According to my ex, being in bed with me is like being in bed with a guy.”  
    “I’m not your ex and if that’s the way the guy feels he must be crazy.” Amos brushed her hair out of her eyes. “You’re gorgeous. Maybe you don’t think so, but you are.”
    Elle turned to  Amos, her eyes slowly meeting his. “I have too many muscles and it makes me look like a guy. And when I get hot I can’t help myself. I just go wild and sometimes I get too rough.”
    Amos turned out the light. “Okay, now it’s dark. You’re worrying way too much. If I didn’t want to be here with you I wouldn’t be. Roll over and let me see if I can make things better. We’ve got all night. There’s no point being in a rush.”  
    Elle started to speak and Amos put his finger to her lips.  “Shhhh. Roll over now.” Elle did so reluctantly and Amos began massaging her back. He slowly  rubbed her flesh from her hips to her shoulders, exploring every inch of her magnificent body. He kneeded her muscles, feeling her begin to relax. Amos leaned down and kissed her neck and shoulders. She was sleeping. He smiled and lay  next to her,  hugging her body close to his.
    The aroma of fresh coffee and the pungent scent of tobacco smoke filled the room. Amos opened his eyes and saw Elle standing by the bed wearing nothing but panties and a shirt. She smiled and offered him a cup of coffee. “Mornin’ you.”
    “Good mornin’ beautiful. Been up long?”
    “Huh uh. Just long enough to make coffee. Are you hungry?”
    An evil grin spread across Amos’s face. “I am! Hungry for you, that is.”
    Elle gave him an impish grin. “After I fell asleep on you last night? I can’t believe I did that.”
    Amos reached out and pulled her into bed. “It’s noth’n to worry about. You were tired and you drank enough Jack Daniels to knock a horse down. Besides, we’ve got all day.”  He unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it free and gently kissed her mouth. Elle’s lips parted as her tongue searched for his. Amos ran his hands over her firm breasts, gently fingering her stiffening nipples. He could hear her breathing quicken as she kissed him harder. Amos let his lips move to her neck and he trailed wet kisses up to her ear lobes.
Elle took his head with both hands and tugged his mouth toward her waiting mounds of flesh. Amos
nibbled and sucked first one nipple, then the other, marveling at her powerful body surging under him. Her muscles rippled as her deeply tanned body slowly writhed beneath his.
    “God you’re making me hot!” Elle gasped. “I can’t hold back, baby, I’m getting hot.”
    Amos responded by  taking her nipple between his teeth and pulling harder as he pinned her shoulders to the bed. He slowly slid down her body, letting his tongue and lips tease her flesh. His hands found her heaving breasts and he massaged them gently at first and then more roughly. “Jesus, I love what you’re doing,” Elle gasped.
    Amos turned his attention to Elle’s powerful legs, massaging and kissing her inner thighs, then working his way down to her calves. His fingers slowly explored her, fingering the edges of her moist pussy. Elle’s body surged under him as she reached down and wrapped her fingers through his hair. Amos gently tugged at Elle’s panties. Panting and moaning, Elle urged him on. “Rip them off, baby. Oh god, don’t be gentle, be rough with me. I love it rough.”
    “No need to be in a hurry,” Amos reminded her. “We’ve got all day and we’re just getting started.”
He let his lips trail warm, wet kisses down her legs and up again, nibbling and kissing her behind her knees. His hands massaged her crotch and her belly. Amos slowly pulled her panties down past her knees and slid them off her feet. Her smooth pussy beckoned him and he slowly lowered his face to her wet muff, kissing and nibbling the opening of her quivering slit. “Oh Jesus!” Elle screamed with delight. “ God that feels good. Please baby, please don’t stop.”
    Amos nibbled and licked, watching the many muscles of her lower belly flexing and contracting. Elle pulled his hair with both hands as her body thrashed beneath him. Her swollen clit winked at him as she struggled to pull his face into her. Refusing to be hurried, Amos resisted and slowly worked his way on top of her, straddling her torso as he buried his engorged cock between her breasts. He slowly worked his hips back and forth as he squeezed and twisted her magnificent mounds of flesh. Elle was gasping and moaning as beads of sweat formed on her face and body. She tried desperately to reach his shaft with her lips and tongue but it was no use. With an amazing burst of strength, Elle lashed out with her legs and sent Amos flying backward onto the bed. Suddenly she was on top of him, her hands seemed to be everywhere at once as she stroked and clawed his body, her face a mask of passionate intensity.
    Elle slid down his sweaty torso and knelt between Amos’s legs. She grabbed his swollen member in her hand and rubbed it’s head on her wet pussy. Amos moaned loudly as powerful sensations of pleasure shot up his backbone. He gripped her breasts and roughly pulled her forward. “Oh Jesus!” She gasped  “Yes! Don’t let up! Pull harder.”
    Amos felt his cock being guided into Elle’s cunt and he thrust his hips upward, anxious to drive himself deep into her. Elle squealed with pleasure, pumping her hips at a frenzied pace and gripping his waist with her hands. Amos continued to manhandle her big, firm tits and thrashed his crotch against hers, the sound of sweaty flesh slapping against sweaty flesh blended with the gasps and moans of their collective pleasure. Amos could feel his love juice rising to the boiling point as he neared ejaculation. “Oh baby! Oh! Pour it on baby . . .Oh, god . . .I’m gonna come!”
    “Oh! God no! Not yet! Oh . . .I need more!” Elle begged, as she felt Amos’s hot love liquid spurt deep into her. “Oh Jesus!” She shrieked. “I need you, baby.”
    Elle was like a wild woman as she grabbed Amos by the hair and dragged his face down between her muscular thighs. Amos struggled for breath as he felt himself squeezed mercilessly. He frantically licked and sucked Elle’s surging pussy, struggling to reposition himself so that he could continue to breathe. Her thighs were wrapped so tightly around him that it was impossible to hear, yet her shuddering body told him she was riding a wave of violent orgasm. Her eyes squeezed shut and her lips curled in a primal scream. Elle released her grasp and fell back on the bed panting and sweating. “Jesus, baby! That was good!”
    Amos grinned as he slid his arm under her torso and roughly rolled her onto her stomach. “Oh, there’s more. I’m not done with you yet.” He forced himself between her legs, the fingers of one hand plying her pouting pussy lips. Elle gasped loudly, trying to roll out from under Amos but it was no use. He held her down and slowly inserted one, then several fingers into her throbbing cunt. He slowly teased her, sliding his fingers in and out at a taunting pace. Gradually he buried his entire fist inside her, pumping with a slow and steady rhythm. Elle screamed loudly, her hips thrashing wildly as she struggled. “Oh fuck,baby!
Oh! Pound it! Pound my pussy! Oh god, pour it on baby, don’t let up on me.”
Elle forced her way to her knees, her ass perched higher as she begged for more. Amos worked his fist in and out of her dripping cunt, driving it into her forcefully , then rolling his hand in a circular motion. His free hand slapped her ass cheeks, one and then the other. Her muscles tightened as she gripped the headboard. Elle’s back and hips glistened with sweat and love juice dripped down her inner thighs. Her orgasms exploded, one and then another. “Oh! Baby! Oh . . .Oh sweet Jesus. I can’t take any more!”
    Amos withdrew his fist, Elle fell onto her side and rolled onto her back, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. She gave him a weak smile as he lay down beside her. “Don’t ever leave me sweet country boy. Just stay with me and promise you’ll never go.”
    Sleep washed over them as dusk cast soft shadows on the walls. Amos was sure he was still dreaming. He could feel Elle’s kisses on his chest. The sweet scent of her hair teased him awake and he realized it was no dream. Elle lay with her face buried in his chest, her lips gentle against his skin. She gave
him a smile. “Mornin’  cou ntry boy. We better get going or we’re gonna be late for work.”
    The next few days passed rapidly. Amos accepted Elle’s offer to stay at her apartment. He was beginning to think he might have died and gone to heaven. Evenings with her left him barely enough strength to do his job. By week’s end the project was complete and Amos prepared for moving on. Elle cried as he drove away and there was a lump in the pit of Amos’s stomach. He promised her he’d return the following week-end if he could persuade the superintendent to give him two days off.
    His work week passed slowly. Amos found himself thinking of Elle almost constantly. He desperately wanted to call her just to hear her sweet voice in his ear but he didn’t. It was difficult being away without the added weight of a phone conversation.
    It was mid-morning Saturday when Amos arrived in town and parked in front of Elle’s apartment.
There was a shiny new Dodge truck parked next to her’s. Amos thought nothing of it as he walked up the stairs and knocked on her door. Much to his surprise a tall, slender man with shoulder-length hair answered the door. “Howdy. I’m Amos. Is Elle home?”
    There was a pause before the man answered. “Oh so your Amos?”
    Amos had a feeling something was definitely not right. “Yup. Elle was on my crew here at the mill.”
    The man smiled and extended his hand. “Oh yea! Elle mentioned you. Said you were the best boss she ever worked for. By the way. I’m Elle’s husband, Hank.”

    Amos stood with his back to the sun and exhaled a long plume of cigarette smoke. Everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong since they arrived in Tulsa.  Normally  jovial and upbeat, Amos was angry and frustrated. Foul weather  made an already difficult job nearly impossible. Amos drew a deep breath and summonded his resolve. As the week drew to an end there was a glimmer of progress to be seen. Amos was focused on the job. It had been strictly a work, eat, sleep regimen and Amos welcomed a day off.
    Blaring music blended with raucous conversation. Beer pitchers and shot glasses littered the table.  Amos cast a bleary eye around the table and struggled to his feet,  legs wobbly from the effects of the liquor. “You lightweights ready for another round?” He roared as he stumbled toward the bar.
    Amos threw a wad of bills and some change on the bar as he motioned to the bartender. She was a perky brunette barely taller than the bar. “Ready for another round, big guy?”
    “Absolutely! We’re about to run aground!”  Amos gave her a drunken grin and returned to the table. Momens later the barmaid arrived, carrying a tray of drinks. She put her hand on Amos’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. “You left way too much money on the bar, sweetie.” She stuffed the bills in his shirt.
    Amos turned to thank her and found himself eye level with her  ample breasts.  “Good grief! Get them things out’a my eyes!”
    The barmaid gave him a smile. “You’re gonna have to stand up dear  ‘cause I can’t get any taller.”  Amos grinned as she walked away, her hips swaying enticingly.
    A  loud knock at the door roused Amos awake. He propped himself up and rubbed his eyes. “Hang on a minute! I’m come’n.”  John and Billy burst into laughter as they saw  Amos, shirtless, trousers hanging loose on his hips, one boot on and one missing. “Jesus man! You look like you been shit at and hit.”
    Amos scowled. “You sons of bitches wake me up to tell me that? What the hell time is it?”
    Billy tapped his watch with his finger, adding emphasis to his observation. “It’s the middle of the day. We’re late for breakfast.”
    “Fuck a bunch of breakfast!” Amos groaned and rubbed his head. “I sure could use some coffee though. I’ve gotta shower and I’ll meet you jokers at the diner.”
    An hour later, Amos joined his friends. Unable to consider food, he sipped on a cup of coffee. His eyes widened as he noticed the attractive bartender from the night before. A puzzled expression settled on his face as he realized he was seeing double. I’ll be damned. Twins! I gotta figure out which one took care ‘ve me last night. Might as well just ask. Amos approached their table. “Good mornin’. Mind if I join ya?”
    The brunettes smiled. “Hi there, big guy! You look a little better today than you did last night.”
     “I’m not usually so sloppy when I drink. Before I forget, I’m not sure which one’ve ya works at the bar, but thanks. You saved me a chunk of money.” Amos smiled sheepishly.    
    “We both work there. I’m Bonnie and this’s my sister, Becky. We were watch’n out for you .  We get a lot of road hands stopping in the bar and we know how you guys like to party, so we try to help out when you get a little sideways.”
    Amos became something of a regular at the bar, stopping in nightly to visit with his new friends, Becky and Bonnie. They never failed to bring a smile to his tired face as they joked and teased. The twins offered to throw the crew a going-away party. It would be a pleasant way to end a tough run of work. With the last of their tools and equipment stowed and ready for transport, Amos heaved a sigh of relief. “Well, gentlemen, we’re officially done and it’s time to party with the twins.”
    The crew travelled in a convoy of rental vehicles, from Tulsa to the twins home in Catoosa. They arrived at a rambling ranchhouse a few hundred feet off a county road. Cars were parked everywhere and there were people milling around in the front yard. Music blasted from a stereo, and a keg of beer sat in a plastic wading pool, covered with ice. Amos searched the crowd for a familiar face and spotted Becky, talking with two women seated on the couch. She saw Amos and greeted him with a hug and a kiss. It was easy  to tell she’d already had plenty to drink. Becky grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out the back door. There were a group of people drinking and chatting, Bonnie sat next to an empty chaise lounge. “About time you showed up! I saved you a chair.”
    Becky grabbed his arm. “Wait! Before you sit down, we got you a little something.” She ran up the stairs and returned moments later carrying two bottles, one rum and the other ginger ale. She handed them to him with a grin.
    “How cool is this? Thanks! I’ll damn sure put this stuff to good use.”  Amos retrieved a cup and a bowl of ice from the picnic table and seated himself on the chair next to Bonnie. She introduced him to her friends and they  slipped into friendly conversation. Several of the crew members joined the group. They sat sharing stories of work and travels from state to state. During the conversation Bonnie moved from her chair to Amos’s lap. He was oblivious. The rum had taken it’s toll on him.
    As late night turned to early morning the crowd thinned. Some left and others lay sleeping in the yard and on the living room floor. Amos was awake, but barely coherent. Becky was asleep in the chair next to him and Bonnie wriggled and teased in his lap but Amos was far too drunk to be aroused. As daylight appeared he fell asleep, snoring loudly in his chair. It was  late morning when he roused himself awake, unsure of where he was or what he might have done. He was dressed and still in his chair. The yard was littered with remnants of the party. Amos fumbled in his shirt for a cigarette. Becky walked down the steps and smiled at him. “You’re awake! How do you feel?”
    “I prob’ly feel better than I look.”  He returned her smile and ran his hand through his hair. “Man! I sure didn’t mean to drink so much last night.”
    “Don’t worry about it. That’s what partys are for. You want some breakfast? We’re cooking eggs and bacon and buckwheat pancakes.”
    He followed Becky into the house. Amos did a double-take as he noticed Bonnie wearing nothing but a denim shirt. Her shapely, tanned legs captured his attention. Becky set a plate of pancakes in front of Amos and poured him a glass of milk. Bonnie grinned. “You look pretty good for a guy who drank so much rum last night.”
    Amos groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’ve never been known for having good sense.”
    Bonnie poured  coffee and they chatted about the previous night’s party. Amos was curious about the house. It was huge, with four bedrooms, two baths, a large country kitchen and a huge living room. Bonnie explained that her father had built it and lived in it until he died. They inherited it as part of his estate. Becky leaped to her feet. “Hey! I’m ready for a swim! C’mon Amos.”
    Amos fidgeted in his chair. “I would, but I’m not exactly dressed for swimming.”
    “No problem,”  Bonnie volunteered. “I’m sure we can find something around her for you. I think my brother left his suit the last time he visited.” She disappeared and returned carrying a strip of cloth. She threw it to Amos.
    He stared at the suit like it was a foreign object. The suit was a form-fitting speedo. He pulled it on and peered at himself in the mirror. His erection was impossible to hide. Bonnie and Becky were standing in the hallway waiting for him. The women seemed pleased with what they saw. Amos dove into the water, hoping the cool water would shrink his growing erection.
    Bonnie grabbed Amos by  the shoulders and playfully pushed him under water. Becky joined in as they  splashed and played. Bonnie admired his bulging member. “I think we could have more fun in the house, don’t ya think Becky?”  They vaulted out of the pool and ran to the house. Amos padded along behind them, grinning broadly with anticipation.
    Bonnie turned to Becky. “Shall we take him to our romper room?” They entered an empty  room with an unusually thick carpet. A mirror covered one wall and there was an iron railing attached to the wall facing the mirror. It was a miniature dance studio similar to one used for aerobic exercises. Amos noticed a towel hanging on the railing and pillows were scattered on the floor. The women removed their tops and surrounded him, caressing  and teasing his erect cock. Bonnie led him to the railing as Becky  wrapped her arms around his torso and rubbed her firm breasts against his back. Bonnie smiled teasingly as Becky pushed Amos against the railing, pulled his trunks down and wrapped her lips around his pulsing shaft. Amos closed his eyes, trembling slightly as Becky’s talented tongue explored the length of his cock. Bonnie pushed his arm back and Amos felt metal encircle his wrist with an audible click. He was handcuffed to the railing. Now he knew why the towel was hanging on the railing.
    The twins kissed and hugged passionately, flesh pressed tightly against flesh. Bonnie pulled her sister down, nibbling and sucking on her nipples. Becky moaned loudly, holding her sister by the hair.  
Bonnie scrambled on top of her sister and straddled her face with her thighs. Amos watched in fascination, his cock throbbing painfully. “Hey! How ‘bout turning me loose so I can play to.”
    Bonnie grinned as she pressed her pussy against Becky’s face. “Not just yet, sugar. Three’s a crowd, ya know.” 
    With that she buried her face in Becky’s juicy muff, slurping and licking. The women lay locked together on the rug, scissoring each other and pumping their hips wildly. Amos pulled violently on the railing. It was no use. The iron was securely anchored to the wall. The women sweated and struggled, each anxious to bring the other to orgasm. Becky’s legs relaxed their grip as she violently clawed at her sisters hips and ass cheeks. “Oh! Jesus! Oh! I’m gonna come!”
    Bonnie continued to slurp and lick, intent on satisfying her sister. Slowly she straightened up and grinned at Amos. Becky pounced on her sister, inserting two fingers into Bonnie’s pussy working them in and out slowly. Bonnie gasped, gripping her sister’s hair with both hands. Becky worked her fist into Bonnie’s cunt, slowly twisting and moving her hand. Bonnie squealed and screamed, begging for more. Becky stroked faster, pounding her fist into Bonnie’s wet pussy. Bonnie thrashed wildly, her screams growing louder as she neared climax. Becky grinned at Amos. Having an audience added to her arousal.
    Amos sat against the wall, frustrated and angry. There was nothing he could do but wait until the twins decided to release him. Bonnie erupted in a violent orgasm, sending love liquid spurting from her warm pussy. The two women lay still, breathing heavily.
    “Hey, you two! How ‘bout cuttin’ me loose so I can get in on some’ve the fun.”
    Bonnie turned to her sister with an impish grin. “Ya know sis, we better get the hell outa here. If the owners come home and find us here we’ll be in deep shit.”
    Amos watched in disbelief. He could hear their footsteps as they ran down the hall. Minutes later he heard a door slam, then nothing but silence.

    The building was filled with a cacophony of rumbling machinery, screaching steel wheels and the drone of high-voltage electricity. Smoke and heat filled the air and the furnaces glowed bright orange. Sweat poured off the men working below, as cranes passed overhead carrying hugs pots of molten metal. A day in the foundry was like a day in the bowels of hell.  
    Amos travelled from state to state with his crew, installing and repairing machinery. They were in Pittsburgh, retrofitting machinery  in an aging steel mill. Amos resembled a refrigerator with arms and legs. His stocky build and full beard were intimidating, but his ready smile and friendly nature disarmed most everyone. His crew affectionately referred to him as Captain Morgan, a reference to his affinity  for rum.
    There was barely room to sit, as Amos elbowed his way through the barroom crowd. Seated around a table at the rear of the bar were a group of men. Amos sat down and took a long swallow of rum and ginger ale.  His eyes settled on the man sitting across from him.
    “You’re Chuck, right?”
    “Yup. Sure am.” Chuck responded with a slow Texas drawl.
    “We’ll be keep’n you on if you wanna  travel down to Houston with us. You bein’  a Texan and all, you can show us where all the ladies are.” Amos laughed and took another swallow of his drink.
    “I can do that. My old lady might slap me around but I can duck fast enough to show you a strip bar or two.”
    Three days later the crew finished their work were and anxious to be moving on. Amos peered out the airplane window, surveying the Houston skyline. He grinned as he recalled his last visit. Her name was Marci and Amos met her in a bar outside Houston’s city limits. It was time to rekindle an old flame.
    Traffic was heavy for a Saturday evening. It had been a long week and Amos was ready to play. His thoughts drifted back to Marcy. A big farm girl with blonde hair, she wasn’t a beauty queen, but she  wasn’t bad to look at either. Amos cursed himself for not calling her earlier in the week. Amos heard her voice on the fourth ring. It was her voice mail message. He scowled and left a short message.
    The phone jangled Amos awake with a start. His head felt like a watermelon. He answered the phone with a growl. “Yea! This’s Amos.”  It was Marcy. Amos dressed and hurried  to a nearby diner.  He was finishing his fourth cup of coffee when she stepped through the door.  “Amos Moses! If you ain’t a sight. How’ve you been?”  She pulled him out of the booth and gave him a hug.
    “Careful big girl, you’re gonna bust my ribs!”  
    “I ought’a do just that! How come you waited so long to call?
    “Well, not every motel I stay in has a phone.” Marci cocked her eye and gave him a stern look.
    Amos was fond of Marci. She was born a boy in a girl’s body. The only girl in a family of five, she’d always been one of the guys. Marci was tall, with blond hair and legs as long as Texas.They left the diner and stopped at a bar nearby for a drink. There was a lapse in the conversation as Marci peered intently across the table at Amos. She leaned over and whispered. “Let’s go to my place.”  She didn’t have to ask him twice. There was a trail of clothes across the room and into the bedroom. Marci threw her arms around Amos and threw him on the bed. “Wanna wrestle? Winner gets to be on top.”
    “Hell. I’ll just lay here and lose, then!” Amos suggested with a grin.
    “You’re no fun!” Marci pouted playfully as she pounced him. “Ready to say uncle?”
    They rolled across the bed, giggling and laughing. Marci loved to rough-house. It was her version of foreplay. Marci threw her body across his, grasping his member with both hands.  Her mouth closed over the tip of his cock and her tongue flicked lightly across it’s head. Satisfied that she’d teased Amos sufficiently, Marci knelt between his legs and guided his cock into her wet slit. Amos wrapped his legs around her waist and drew her nearer. Marci thrust herself onto Amos with a powerful lunge. “Oh, Jesus! That’s what I need!”
    Amos arched his hips high as Marci rode him with wild abandon. She gripped his chest, her fingers clawing at his skin. Amos grabbed her hair and pulled. Marci exhaled loudly as she neared orgasm.  Amos’s hips pumped faster as he felt himself ready to explode. Marci unleashed a scream as she pulled her head free. “Ohhhh . . .baby! I’m gonna come! Fuck me harder!”
    Amos thrashed and growled,  feeling his love juice fill Marci’s steaming pussy. She sat on Amos, holding his shrinking shaft inside her. Amos rolled on top of her, his lips nibbling at her heaving breasts. He moved slowly, knowing it would drive her wild. Marci pushed his head lower. “Jesus, baby! Stop teasing and work me over! I need you in me!”
    Amos nibbled and licked his way down her torso to her thighs. Marci thrust her hips violently as his tongue found it’s target. She gasped and moaned, pulling his hair and pumping her hips. “Oh Jesus! That’s it! Don’t stop!”  Her body shuddered violently as she rode a wave of orgasm to completion.
    Before Marci could recover, Amos straddled her and fingered her trembling cunt. She moaned loudly and pumped her hips. He slowly pushed his fist into her. “God, baby, that’s what I need! Pound it baby, pound my pussy!”
    Screams riccocheted off the walls as Amos stroked relentlessly. Marci’s body thrashed uncontrollably as she slapped and clawed at Amos’s back. Her legs intertwined with his and she tugged at his hair with both hands. Amos continued at a furious pace, as her body  tensed and she exploded with a surging burst of carnal completion. Marci snuggled close to Amos, her face buried in his chest. “You are gonna spend the night, aren’t you?
    “Hell yes. I don’t have enough strength to leave.”
    The relentless buzz of the alarm shattered the early morning quiet. Marci grabbed the alarm with one hand and gave it a tug. The cord detatched from the wall. She rolled over and gave Amos a  kiss. “Got time for breakfast?”
    “Just some coffee.” Amos laced his boots and left.
    The work week wore on Amos. The job was difficult, requiring many hours of overtime. Amos was so tired he was barely able to shower and eat. Marci seemed to understand  and Amos promised he’d be in better form by the time Saturday night arrived.
    Chuck was waiting as Amos approached the job trailer. “Hey Captain. Ya’ll wanna have dinner with me and the wife tonight? We found a furnished apartment a couple’ve days ago and she’s been cook’n up some great meals.”
    Amos hadn’t  tasted home cooking in months. “That sounds good, but I promised a gal friend of mine we’d go out tonight.”
    “Bring her along. There’s plenty  to eat and Sandy would enjoy the company.”
    Marci and Amos arrived at Chuck and Sandy’s apartment and were greeted at the door by a slender, blond woman. The apartment was small and sparsely furnished, but adequate for road hands not planning to stay  long. Chuck poured drinks as Marci and Amos settled onto the couch. Marci was on her third drink when they sat down to eat. Amos was careful to nurse his drink. Too much liquor would ruin a perfectly good erection and he didn’t intend to let that happen. Chuck was noticeably inebriated. Amos wasn’t surprised. It had been a hard week and Chuck needed to unwind. Marci matched Chuck drink for drink. A few hours later Chuck and Marcy were passed out. Amos and Sandy continued the conversation. Sandy was becoming increasingly  friendly and Amos was getting nervous. “Looks like your woman’s not gonna be much good tonight.” Sandy said with a soft southern drawl. She seated herself next to Amos, her hand on his leg.
    Amos fidgeted. “I s’pose we should get on out’a here. It’s late and you  need to get your man to bed.”
    Sandy smiled teasingly. “Wouldn’t be any point in going to bed with him. Chuck won’t be awake until tomorrow.” She leaned over and kissed Amos full on the mouth. “I’ve been wanting to do that since dinner.”
    “We really should be gettin’ on our way.” Amos was uncomfortable.
    “Why not just stay here tonight? Sandy led him to the bedroom and Amos watched her slowly undress. She was slim and tan, her breasts small and pert. Her slender figure appeared fragile. Amos picked her up and lay her on the bed. He doubted she weighed much more than one hundred pounds.
    Sandy took Amos’s hand and pulled him down on top of her. “God I want you!”  She nuzzled his neck, nibbling and kissing her way to his ear lobe. Amos explored her body with his hands as he gently kissed her shoulder. Sandy’s hands took his head and guided it down to her breasts. Amos kissed and licked one and then the other. Sandy scissored his throbbing cock between her thighs and slowly milked him. “You like?” she whispered.
    “Damn! Keep that up and I’m gonna come all over you.”
    Sandy positioned herself so he could penetrate her moist muff. Amos continued to kiss and suckle her breasts as he slowly drove his shaft deep into her. Sandy gasped with pleasure and her hips thrust upward as she clawed at his back. “Oh! Oh, that feels good!”
    Amos worked his hips from side to side. Sandy’s breath was a rhythmic hiss as she grew more aroused. Amos continued at a steady pace. Sandy’s hips thrust faster, trying to force him to pump her faster, but it was no use. “Fuck me harder! Oh! Fuck me harder . . .Oh! Faster! Fuck me faster!” Sandy squealed with pleasure as the frequency of his strokes increased.
    Amos pummeled her pussy with long, hard strokes, driving his cock into her at a frantic pace. Sandy was a wildcat, thrashing and screaming as she neared orgasm. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she buried her face in his neck, biting his skin and pounding his back with her hands. Amos could feel himself starting to come and struggled in vain to slow the rush of pleasure. He erupted in a burst of hot love batter. Sandy squealed and screamed. “Oh Jesus! Don’t stop! Oh! Oh! Please . . . don’t stop! Finish me off! Oh! Finish me!
    He slid down her sweaty torso, his lips and tongue pressed against her hot pussy. He licked and nibbled, driving his tongue between her lips. He could feel her thighs on his shoulders as she bucked and thrashed. Her body convulsed and her slender legs tightened around his head  as she continued pumping her hips, anxious to prolong her orgasm. Gradually her body relaxed. Amos moved next to her and kissed her gently as she cuddled close to him.
    Sandy drifted off to sleep, her head resting on his chest. Amos stared at the ceiling considering his options. He knew he should get dressed and move to the living room, but he was exhausted. His eyes closed and he soon fell asleep.
    Amos awoke with a start. Screams and loud groans came from the living room. Amos eased out of bed and dressed as rapidly as he could in the dark. He quietly opened the bedroom door, stepped into the living room and came to an abrupt stop. Chuck lay on the sofa, Marci on top,  pumping him in a frenzied fit of passion. Amos grinned and shook his head. It was, he reckoned, just a little karma coming down and he was reminded of advice given by an old friend years before. "Don't mess around with Texas!"

This Blue Monday feels sort've special so I decided to share something special with my Streamer Friends. This blues jam features BB King and a bunch of his friends. Everyone's there from Clapton, to Koko Taylor. I'm sure John Lee's sippin' tea, smile'n and enjoyin' the tune as he stares out the window of the dining car on the Hitchcock Railway. Don't ya s'pose?