Erotic Thriller

You've made your own rules in life - and sometimes that catches up with you. Winding a web of deceit comes naturally, and no one really knows the true you. Your best movie matches: Swimming Pool, Unfaithful, The Crush

    There's something special about Sunday Mornings for me. I work a lot of hours at the foundry, but I almost never work Sundays by choice. I need one day of the week to call my own, without the demands of work. I love to spend a little time just lettin' my mind run free and sometimes I find myself giggling quietly as I recall some especially fond memories. Today's one of those days and I found myself recalling some of my more embarrassing moments. Here's your chance to take a peek behind Captain Morgan's eyes and see the wack and wonder that is me.

    It was a sunny summer afternoon in a small town in the northern part of Idaho. We were in town to rebuild some machinery in a local sawmill. It had been a long and difficult day, I was thirsty for a beer and hungry as a bitch wolf with a litter of pups. As I drove into town and made my way down the town's one main street, I glanced over and saw a gorgeous woman bending over loading groceries into the front seat of her car. A gust of wind caught her skirt and blew it up over her back, revealing her shapely and tanned legs . . . and the fact she was wearing no panties. Driving was the last thing on my mind at that moment. Erotic thoughts ran through my mind as I turned sideways in the drivers seat admiring her feminine form. Suddenly my momentary fantasy was shattered as I felt my head bounce off the steering wheel. Yup, I drove right into the car stopped for the traffic light in front of me. It gets worse. The car I ran into? A police car.

    While working on the construction of a large industrial plant in southern California, a friendly water balloon war broke out between us millwrights and the pipefitters all working together. The building was ten stories high and invariably whoever was working on the lower floors would be occasionally pelted with water balloons filled with ice water. It was great fun and us millwrights scored a bunch of direct hits on unsuspecting pipefitters. One afternoon Oklahoma Earl, No Bottom Willie and I were working on the top floor installing pumps and motors. Earl peeked over the side of the building and spotted a couple've pipefitters walking inside. "Hey!" He hollered. "Gimme a balloon! I'm gonna get me two pipe fitters with one balloon!"
    I gave him one of my "yea right" looks. "Piss on you. I'ts my turn. You missed the last one you aimed at." I grabbed a balloon, filled it with water and leaned over the side, waiting patiently for the pipe fitters to emerge. I saw two guys come out the door and dropped the water balloon, grinning as I congratulated myself on a direct hit. Then I heard a familiar voice cut through the air. It was my boss! And with him was one of the customer's project engineers. No . . . I didn't get fired, but my ass end didn't heal up for about a week.

    One of the companies I used to work for used truck trailers for rolling repair shops. The trailers were fifty feet long, plenty big enough to accomodate all the tools and equipment we needed to do our work. There was an old Freightliner tractor kept out behind the shop used to pull the trailers from one job site to another. I often volunteered to drive the truck, figuring it'd save me spending money to drive to the job. Every time I'd leave the shop on my way to another job my boss would holler at me. "Be damn careful and for Christ sake don't run over anything!"
    I'd always respond with a big grin. "Don't you worry Ed, I'm a truck drive'n fool!" Little did I know. . . .
    Late one afternoon I pulled off the highway and headed into the town where our next job was scheduled to begin. I decided to find a place to anchor the truck so I could get a bite to eat. The streets were narrower than I expected and I carefully manuevered the truck and trailer down the street. There on my right, was a diner and out in front was a REAL attractive brunette woman. She glanced up at the cab and smiled. Well! I responded with a shy, country boy grin and sat admiring her while I waited for the traffic light to change to green. The sound of a horn honking behind me shook me out of my trance and my foot came off the clutch all at once. It was then I realized I hadn't shifted into a lower gear and I was stalled RIGHT in the middle of the intersection. I covered my embarrassment as best I could, restarted the engine and slowly drove down the street, intending to turn the corner and park so I could go eat . . . and yes . . . hopefully catch up with the woman standing in front of the diner. I was still watching her in my rear view mirror as I made my turn. It was just about then that I heard a scraping sound coming from the rear of the trailer. I'd managed to cut my turn too short and ran over a street sign. As I jumped out of the cab to survey the damage I glanced back up the street and saw the woman standing there . . . . . applauding!

    In case you're wondering, I haven't driven a truck in quite awhile.

You Should Play the Saxophone

You are charismatic, friendly, and very uninhibited. You have a lot of personal expression to bring your music. Improvisational and informal, you can't deal with an instrument that has too many rules or complexities. You are much more interested in creating unique solos than immersing yourself in music theory. You have a lot of style, and you definitely are one smooth operator. And while you may not play perfectly, no one's going to accuse you of being boring. Your dominant personality characteristic: being very outgoing Your secondary personality characteristic: your flair for the unique and dramatic

You Are a Warrior Soul

You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating. You don't give up. You're committed and brave. Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle. Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog. You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods. You also value honesty and fairness a great deal. You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding. You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others. Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

This post is dedicated to Katie of Kate's Coven. Mrs. Morgan and I wish her a swift and complete recovery. May she once again dance joyfully in the glow of many a moonlit night.

Somewhere deep in an ocean
Far from air and light
Just beyond her line of sight
Emotions of fear and hope
Shattered dreams taking flight

Somewhere on a distant ridge
Riders cold and dark
Chills to the bone
Night sounds all around
Set to a heavy tone

Images surface like surrealistic foam
A cold moon far from home
Quiet clouds scurry through the sky
Sillouettes of time and substance
March slowly by

Somewhere deep in the desert
Heat and dust and sand
A thousand setting suns
Her soul burned by fate’s heavy hand

Somewhere, slowly striding
Always moving, always riding
Shards of screams and trails of tears
Remnants of a past no one hears

A single solitary man
A quiet aura of strength and love
High on the wind a lone white dove

Through it all walks the one
Who carries the magic of the sun
And the pull of the tides
On which a mystical ship glides

The healing man