Victoria sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall as she recalled the details of what she was sure was a dream. Her sweat-soaked hair and rapid respiration suggested it was a realistic dream, if a dream at all. Suddenly she fixed her gaze on the clock by the bed and realized the phone call she’d gotten wasn’t part of her dream. She was a half hour late getting to the gym and she still needed to shower.
    Velvet and three other women were underway with their morning work-out when Victoria burst through the door. “I am SO sorry I’m late. I don’t know what happened!
    Velvet gave her a mocking grin. “We just figured you prob’ly trashed a nail and decided a wrestling career was tougher than you thought it would be.”
    Victoria didn’t respond as she walked hurriedly to the dressing room to change. She was angry, but she refused to let it show. She was beginning to develop a dislike for Velvet. The emotions she felt were new to her, a bit unsettling yet intriguing at the same time. She returned to the gym and stood watching Toni and Sheena work out. Velvet approached and gave her a nudge. “You about ready for a wrestling lesson? You got lucky yesterday and I was take’n it easy on ya. Today we go more all-out. Think you can handle that?”
    Victoria nodded her head. Velvet grabbed the ring ropes and pulled herself onto the ring apron. “Okay you two, take a break while I give the green girl a quick wrestling lesson.”
    The women sprang out of their corners, Velvet grinning confidently as she drove her knee into Victoria’s midsection. Victoria dropped to her knees, surprise and pain registering on her face. Velvet grabbed Victoria by the hair, dragged her to her feet and clamped her in a headlock, grinning sadistically as she increased pressure on the hold. Victoria struggled to free herself, but it was no use. Velvet’s hold was extremely effective. Victoria could feel her knees turning to rubber as Velvet continued to punish her.
    Velvet slammed Victoria to the mat with a hip toss and continued to squeeze. Victoria pushed Velvet’s head back with both hands and lashed out with her legs, trapping Velvet in a headscissors. Toni and Sheena watched in amazement as Velvet thrashed helplessly on the canvas. There was a sense of exhileration sweeping through Victoria’s mind as she watched Velvet struggle helplessly on the mat. It was a contradictory sensation. Her creator had been scrupulously careful to construct her in a way that would assure she brought no one harm, either intentionally or unintentionally. Victoria had not only destroyed him eventually in a fit of sheer passion, now her anger raged inside and she found herself wanting to react in a physical way. Victoria released Velvet, leaped to her feet and vaulted out of the ring landing on her feet next to Sheena and Toni. “I can’t do this! I just can’t!”
    Sheena stared first at Victoria, then at Velvet lying semi-conscious on the canvas. “What’s not to do? Jeez girl, you’re incredible!”
    Victoria rushed into the dressing room, tears streamng down her cheeks. Sheena followed close behind her. “Wait a minute! Where you going?”
    “I should never have come here. I just need to go!” Victoria dressed and rushed out of the gym into the street. Rain was coming down, blown sideways by strong gusts of wind. Victoria looked up to the sky, letting the raindrops wash her tears away. She walked for nearly an hour. Soaking wet and shivering from the cold, she ducked into the doorway of a cocktail lounge. Something seemed to be calling to her. She went inside and took a seat at the bar. Victoria looked around the room, realizing it was nearly empty except for an elderly man sitting alone at a table. The bartender glanced up from the newspaper she was reading. “Whatcha gonna have?”
    “I’d like a Texas Sling.” The bartender set Victoria’s drink in front of her. She drank it in  three gulps and asked for another. The bartender peered at her in disbelief, then without a word mixed her another. Victoria was on her fourth drink when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see who it was, a startled expression on her face. “Andrew! Where did you come from?”
    “I am always close by, Victoria. Perhaps we should go?”
    “I want to stay!” Victoria shook her head emphatically. “I want to stay right here!”
    Andrew smiled slightly. “The liquor won’t make your circumstances better. I can assure you of that. But . . . if you wish to stay then so be it.”
    He took a seat beside her and stared at the bottles lining the rows behind the bar. Victoria was silent for a few moments and then the morning’s unfortunate experience began to spill out. Andrew listened as she spoke, his eyes consuming her. She felt as if he were inside her. It was unnerving, yet pleasant. When she finished and sat silently returning his gaze, he took her hand in his. “Everything you feel, everything you have experienced is as it should be. It is part of your transition. Let me take you home and make you some tea. All will be well. You’ll see.”
    Shilo slowly opened her eyes and sat up in bed. She ran her fingers through her damp hair, recalling the vivid dreams she’d had. She ran her hands over her breasts and let her fingers tease her quivering pussy lips. Her inner thighs were wet and she realized how incredibly horny she was. Dillon lay sleeping next to her. She wondered to herself if he’d experienced the same dream she had. It all seemed so incredibly real it almost took her breath away. She slowly leaned over and kissed Dillon’s neck, letting her lips nibble and lick his body. His eyes opened and he smiled. “Now THIS is the way I like to wake up!”
    Dillon rolled onto his back and pulled Shilo close, his fingers gently clawing her back. Shilo slowly slid down his torso and captured his throbbing cock between her tits as she kissed and nibbled his belly. She could feel his hips churning beneath her and her moist pussy quivered uncontrollably. Dillon seized her by the hair and pulled her upward, his eager mouth finding hers as they kissed passionately. Shilo’s hungry snatch devoured his cock and she moaned as she felt him slowly penetrate her. Dillon held her by the hair as his hips thrust up to meet her powerful downward lunges. His breath came in staccato bursts as he continued to pump with a frenzied rhythm. Shilo gasped and shrieked, freeing herself from his grasp as she sat upright, riding him like a wild stallion, a queen upon her carnal throne. Her contorted face and guttural squeals preceeded her volcanic orgasm as her body shuddered with pleasure. Dillon continued to thrash wildly beneath his lover, his cock driving deep into her, urging her to cum once more. He could feel release building like a tidal wave and he erupted with a furious blast of love batter as his body thrust upward nearly bucking Shilo off his body.
    The lovers lay wrapped in each other’s arms, gasping for breath and sharing contented smiles. Dillon grinned. “Wow! You must’ve been dreaming some good stuff to wake up so horny!”
    Shilo propped herself up on one elbow. “It WAS good, but strange. Do we know anyone named Victoria?”

   Victoria drew a deep breath and opened the door. Brad glanced up and smiled as he saw her enter. “Well! You made it! I’m glad to see you, Victoria! Welcome to Hemsley Promotions.”
    Victoria glanced around the sparsely furnished office and at the photos on the wall. “I’m glad you were willing to meet with me.” Pointing at the photos lining the walls she asked. “Are these some of the women who work for you?”
    “They are. That’s Brandy Hawle in her younger days. She wrestled for me before she went off to start her own promotion. I’m sure you didn’t come here for a walk down memory lane. So you want a career in wrestling?”
    “I do. I’m intrigued watching and I’m sure I’d do well. I learn fast and I’m quite strong.”
    Brad grinned. “Yes. Sonny mentioned you work at the docks loading rail cars. Would you like to go down to the gym and do an audition?”
    “I would like that!”
    A half hour later Victoria and Brad arrived at  a ramshackle building in the city’s northeast section. The run-down neighborhood was a collection of old buildings and shabby houses. Brad led her inside. “It’s not fancy here, but the rent’s reasonable and it’s good enough for what we need to do.”
    There was a large wrestling ring in the center of the room and gym equipment scattered around the perimeter. The air hung heavy with the smell of sweat and linament. A tall powerfully-built brunette was in the center of the ring along with a stocky blonde on her knees suffering the effects of a painful hold being applied by the brunette. “Say it, Donna! Give it up!”
    The blonde responded with by driving her forearm into the brunette’s midsection. The woman tumbled onto the mat and struggled for an advantage. Victoria watched closely as the brunette manuevered her way on top of her opponent and pulled her head back, forcing a submission from the blonde woman. Brad approached the ring. “Good job, Donna. You’re doing fine. Velvet’s tough to keep up with.
    The blonde smiled at Brad as she slid under the ring ropes and landed on her feet on the floor. “Thanks! I’ve been working out every day. I really want to be ready for next week’s show.” She wiped her face with a towel as she walked to a weight machine in the corner of the room.
    Velvet leaned across the ring ropes. “This the new girl you want me to work out, Brad?”
    “It is! Victoria, this’s Velvet. Velvet this’s Victoria.”
    Velvet gave her a sadistic smile. “Go on back and get changed.”
    Victoria reappeared. Brad glanced over at her and caught his breath. She looked magnificent, standing next to the ring. Her ivory white complimented her dark skin beautifully and her taut muscles rippled as she pulled herself up into the ring. With a graceful lunge she vaulted over the ropes into the ring and landed on her feet in front of Velvet. She smiled. “I’m ready to begin. What shall I do?”
    “Let’s go over the rules first!” Velvet growled, a terse tone in her voice. After a brief discussion of what was and wasn’t allowed, Velvet motioned to the far corner. “Go to your corner and when you’re ready come out wrestling.
    Victoria slowly walked across the ring, her mind filled with images. She turned and faced her opponent, every move and hold she’d seen fresh in her mind. Velvet nodded her head. “Alright, come at me! Let’s see what you can do!”
    Velvet circled her opponent warily and they locked arms in a test of strength. Victoria shifted her weight and much to Velvet’s surprise caught her in a painful arm hold. Velvet struggled to regain her feet, but Victoria would have none of it as she continued to hold on. Velvet hooked her arm around Victoria’s feet and pulled her to the canvas. The women struggled for an advantage, Velvet’s expression turning from supreme confidence to sheer surprise. Victoria was certainly more competition than she’d anticipated. Brad stared in amazement as he watched. He was certain Victoria had wrestled before. No one could be this accomplished without training. He wondered where and by whom she’d been trained. “I wonder if she’s a ringer sent over here by Shilo and Dillon?” He mused. His smile shifted to a scowl as he considered the possibility.
    Cammie’s face split into a wide grin as she considered Shilo’s question. “I  s’pose it’d be a hoot!” She glanced at her sister. “Remember the topless show we did in St. Pete?” Damn! I thought the crowd was gonna go nuts.”
    Shilo nodded. “Brandy and Vincent sold a truckload of topless videos. I don’t think the athletic commission would sanction a topless show, but what the hell? What we do in our gym’s our business!”
    Connie giggled. “Well, we could always invite a few friends if you need a crowd scene. I know some  guys who’d kill to be in the audience.”
    Shilo laughed. “No doubt! I don’t think finding fans to make up a crowd would be very difficult. It would be a lot more fun with an audience.”
    The friendly banter continued as the women resumed their work-out. Dillon was busy reviewing ad copy with Andy in the office as they prepared for their next show. The phone rang and Dillon scowled. “Dammit! You wanna catch the horn Andy?”
    Andy answered the call. His voice grew louder as the conversation continued. Dillon stopped what he was doing and peered at his friend. It was apparent Andy was becoming irritated. “Brad, you’re not only a dumb-ass, you’re plumb paranoid. I’ve got NO idea what in the hell you’re blathering about.” He slammed the receiver down on the cradle.
    “Huh. That went well. What’d that flame’n moron want?”
    Andy lit a cigarette, took a long drag and exhaled loudly as he stared at the ceiling. “That dumb bastard’s run right off the track.”:
    “Enlighten me. I s’pose he’s accusing us of everything short of global warming?”
    “You’re not far wrong, my friend. He’s got some half-baked theory that we sent a ringer over to his gym to infiltrate his operation. Jesus! What’s he think we run here, the CIA branch office?”
    The men broke into laughter as they considered Brad’s accusations. Shilo and the other wrestlers walked into the office, staring at them. Shilo shook her head. “Looks like you two are hard at work!”
    Dillon surpressed his laughter long enough to relate the phone call from Brad. Shilo’s expression was a mix of disbelief and amusement. “He really is an idiot! But hey! Never mind Brad. You promised to buy us dinner. We’re starving!”
    Dillon gave her a look of mock surprise. “I did? Well, okay! Let’s head on down to Mick’s Drive-In and I’ll buy hamburgers and fries for all of ya!”
    “Hamburger my ass!” Shilo insisted. “We want a real meal. C’mon! We’re worth it aren’t we?”
    The group congregated at Al’s Diner. Friendly conversation filled the air as they sat sharing dinner together. Andy regaled them with another story about his early days in the broadcasting business.
    Dillon leaned over and whispered in Shilo’s ear. “M’mmmm. That sounds yummy!” She grinned at her friends. “We’ve got to go! Dillon says he wants his desert by candlelight. I think I’m gonna have candlewax in my navel real soon!”
    Dillon threw his clothes in a heap on the chair and slipped into bed next to his beloved Shilo. “M’mmmm . . .this’s what I’ve wanted to do all day long!”
    Shilo grinned wickedly. “Am I worth the wait?”
    Dillon responded by rolling over on top of her. “How ‘bout I just show ya?” He nibbled at her neck, letting his mouth slowly drift down her body and capture her pouting nipples, his tongue teasing each ot them ever so slowly.”
    Shilo’s hips undulated beneath him as she felt his stiff cock slowly penetrate her love canal. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his crotch slaming into hers. Her legs flailed in the air as she ground her hips into his. Shilo could feel herself growing more and more aroused as she clawed at Dillon’s back. A trickle of warm love honey dripped down her inner thighs as she exploded in a furious burst of pleasure. Dillon continued to pump his hips at a furious pace and Shilo felt another orgasm sweep over her body. She lunged upward, anxious to swallow every bit of his magnificent erection and she could feel her lover’s body begin to quiver uncontrollably as he shot his load deep into her.
    Dillon collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as he gave her a satisfied grin. “You are incredible, baby!”
    Shilo smiled and hugged him tight. “So are you! So are you!!”
    The lovers slowly drifted off to sleep. Moonlight illuminated the worn boarding platform as they stood quietly, hand-in-hand listening to the sound of a long, lonesome train whistle in the distance. Dillon smiled as he saw the familiar sight of a sleek, black locomotive approaching, pulling seven rail cars behind. The train came to a stop near the platform and their old friend and train conductor stepped down to greet them. “Hello again, Jensen! As always, it’s good to see you.”
    The tall, stately man returned the smile, tipping his hat to Shilo. “It’s good to see you both again. Your table in the dining car awaits you!”
    Dillon and Shilo seated themselves at the table by the window in the dining car. “Well . . . where’s Andrew?” Dillon wondered aloud.
    Shilo glanced up and smiled. “Hello, Andrew. Join us, won’t you?”
    Dillon looked behind himself. “I might’ve known you’d be behind me!”
    Andrew grinned mischieviously. “You’ll have to excuse me. I had no intention of startling you.”
    “Yea, right! That’s why you delighted in tormenting Vincent with the same trick. Are all spirit guides as full of mischief as you?”
    “Not necessarily, but then you’re wound a bit tighter than most reincarnates.”
    Shilo giggled. “I never thought of it that way, but you might be right.”
    The frendly banter continued as the train rolled through the desert toward the ocean and came to a stop at a familiar destination. “This is where I’ll leave you two.” Andrew announced. “I’ll find you later on. I have some unfinished business to attend to. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your stay in Boiler Bay. Oh! Say hello to Victoria for me, won’t you? And be sure to share some of her tea. It’s very special.”
    “I wonder what that was about”, Dillon mused, as they stepped down from the railcar.
    They walked the familiar path to the cabin by the sea and entered to find Victoria sitting at the rustic table near the wood stove. There was a pot of tea set out with three cups. Victoria looked up and smiled at them. “Hello Shilo, hello Dillon. Andrew said I should expect your arrival soon.”
    Dillon and Shilo exchanged puzzled glances. “Do we know you?” Shilo inquired.
    “Not really in a direct way. I met Brandy and Vincent when I came in contact with Andrew. I know it’s confusing, but I am part of what Andrew calls a Genesis Theory and if all goes well I will become Katrina.”
    Shilo held her head in her hands. “Wait! I’m getting dizzy. This’s way too much to follow all at once.”
    “I admit I’m fascinated by all this and I do remember having some of Vincent’s memories about the Genesis project, but my recollections are just bits and pieces.”
    Victoria fidgeted nervously. “I’m sorry my explanation is so confusing. Perhaps we should just share some tea and visit a little. I would love to learn more about the wrestling business.”
    She carefully poured tea in the cups and raised hers in the air. "Shall we drink to friendship?”
    “To friendship!” Shilo and Dillon said in unison. The fire burning in the fireplace cast eerie shadows on the walls and the moonlight illuminated the room with soft light. Dillon could feel himself beginning to relax, yet he felt increasingly aroused. He was sure Shilo was feeling much the same. The conversation flowed easily. They shared some of the history of the NAWWA and memories of Brandy’s wrestling career as well as some of Shilo’s exploits. Gradually the reminiscing turned to Vincent and Brandy’s encounter with Katrina. Victoria wriggled in her chair, her arousal becoming obvious. Shilo gave Dillon a knowing smile as she glanced across the table at their new friend. Victoria leaned forward and pulled off her shirt. “It’s so warm in here. I hope you don’t mind, but I have too many clothes on.”
    Shilo grinned wickedly. “It just might get a lot hotter in here soon!”
    She stood up, pulled off her shirt and leaned down to give Dillon a passionate kiss as she slowly dropped her hand below the table and unbuttoned Dillon’s trousers. “H’mmmm. What have we here?”
    Shilo slowly stroked his pulsing cock and tugged at his shirt with her other hand. Pulling it free she dropped it on the floor.
    “Ohhhh baby, you’re gonna start something if you keep going.” Dillon was quivering with anticipation.
    “That’s exactly what I intend to do!” Shilo slithered out of her pants and took Dillon’s hands in hers as she pulled him to his feet. Victoria’s breathing quickened as she licked her lips seductively. Shilo enjoyed watching Dillon and Victoria becoming more aroused. She pulled Dillon toward the bed, hesitated and turned to Victoria. “Want to join us?”
    The passion fire burning in Victoria’s eyes was all the answer necessary. She slowly removed the rest of her clothing and followed her new friends to the bed. Shilo fell backward, giggling as she landed on her back. With a teasing grin she taunted Dillon. “You sure you want me?”
    Dillon slowly lowered himself onto her. “Ohhhh, I think maybe I do!” Just as he positioned himself on top of Shilo, she slid out from under him and straddled his torso with her legs, her eager pussy lips devouring his pulsing cock. She slowly pumped her hips, an evil grin on her face. “I want to torture you baby.”
    “M’mmmm. Pour it on! I can take it!”
    Victoria knelt beside him on the bed. “You seem sure of yourself!” She slowly lowered her swaying breasts over his face and let her stiffening nipples brush his lips. Dillon’s hips thrust up trying to penetrate Shilo’s snatch deeper as his mouth found it’s target and he nibbled and sucked Victoria’s breasts, first one and then the other. Victoria moaned with pleasure as Dillon continued to bring her pleasure. Shilo’s breathing quickened as she began to pump her hips with a quicker rhythm. She dug her fingers into Dillon’s belly, feeling herself growing hotter by the instant.
    Victoria raised up and moved closer to Dillon’s head, straddling him with her luscious thighs, her quivering muff pressing tight against his lips and tongue. She gripped his chest with both hands as she ground her pussy onto his face, feeling his tongue teasing and licking. Suddenly she raised her arms and reached out to capture Shilo’s breasts, one in each hand. She gently stroked them, feeling Shilo’s nipples become even more erect. Shilo grinned wickedly at Victoria. “You don’t have to be so gentle. I like it rough!”
    A sadistic grin spread across Victoria’s face. “That’s what I like to!” She exclaimed, as she began to pull and twist Shilo’s breasts more forcefully. The more she worked the hotter Shilo became. She rode Dillon, thrusting her hips forward and back with powerful lunges. Dillon pumped his hips frantically as he alternately clawed Victoria’s ass cheeks and hugged her thighs. Shilo unleashed a scream as she exploded in a massive burst of pleasure. Victoria gasped for breath and moaned loudly, nearing an orgasm of her own. Suddenly her body shuddered and she erupted with a gush of love liquid, quivering uncontrollably as she fell onto her side on the bed.
    Shilo continued to ride her lover with wild abandon until she felt his body shudder and quiver. Dillon’s release shot deep into her love canal and spilled out, running down her inner thighs.
    Dillon lay panting and struggling to catch his breath. Shilo raised up, moved off her lover and straddled Victoria’s head with her thighs. Flashing Dillon and evil grin, Shilo grabbed Victoria’s breasts, one in each hand and roughly massaged them, twisting and pulling mercilessly. Victoria reached up, trying to reciprocate, but Shilo’s sweaty body was much to slippery.
    Shilo could feel Victoria’s hot breath and fiery tongue on her quivering snatch. She began pumping her hips forward and back, anxious to prolong the exquisite pleasure. Dillon reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew a latex love toy. He threw himself across Victoria’s torso and spread her legs apart, holding her in position as he slowly teased her pussy lips with the head of the toy. Victoria was wild with arousal, thrashing on the bed and clawing at Shilo’s ass cheeks. Shilo rolled onto her side and tightened her legs around Victoria’s head while Dillon drove the love toy into her quivering honey hole. Victoria’s hot breath splashed onto Shilo’s pussy and she could feel herself erupting in another powerful orgasm. Dillon continued to pummel Victoria’s pussy with the love toy. Victoria was like a wildcat, thrashing and writhing as she exploded again and then again with a burst of orgasms, each as powerful as the last.
    A phone ringing in the distance roused Victoria awake. She sat upright in the bed, realizing she was dripping with sweat. She reached across the bed and answered. “This is Victoria.” She struggled to catch her breath as she spoke.
    “This’s Velvet. You plan on showing up to work out this morning? If you do, you’re late.”

    Victoria entered the dimly lit lounge and took a seat at the bar. A handsome blonde man approached and smiled at her. “What’s your pleasure m’lady?”
    Without hesitation she ordered a Texas Sling. The bartender moved down the bar and soon returned with a tall glass. He set the drink in front of her. “That’ll be $8.50 m’lady.”
    She handed him a twenty dollar bill, he rang up the sale and laid the change on the bar. “Drink’n to celebrate or drink’n to forget?”
    There was a long pause. “Neither. I just like the flavor of this drink. A friend of mine introduced me to it.”
    The bartender smiled. “It’s a heavy-duty drink; not what I’d expect a beautiful lady like you to order.”
    Victoria blushed and looked away. “I don’t feel beautiful.”
    “You seem sad tonight. I’m Gary and if there’s anything I can do to make your evening more pleasant please don’t hesitate to ask.”
    “It would be nice to do sex with you, Gary.” Victoria replied with a matter-of-fact tone in her voice.
    His eyes widened. Her comment caught him by surprise. He stammered for a moment as he struggled to regain his composure. “I, uh . . .Well! I’d be happy to oblige you! My shift ends in a few hours, if you have the time to wait?”
    An unfamiliar voice interrupted their conversation. “Excuse me, but are you Victoria?”
    She turned to see a short, balding man, wearing an expensive suit and wire rim glasses. “My name is Brad. Brad Hemsley. I spoke to you on the phone yesterday.”
    Victoria peered at Brad. His voice didn’t fit his physical apprearance. Finally she spoke. “I am Victoria. Is Sonny feeling any better?”
    Brad’s’ expression changed slightly. “The hospital hasn’t contacted you?”
    “No. But I was at work all day. Why would they wish to contact me?”
    Brad drew a deep breath and looked away for a moment. “Uh . . .I’m not sure how to say this. Sonny died this morning.”
    A vortex of emotion swirled in Victoria’s head. She sat silently on the stool for a moment. Gary and Brad glanced at one another, unsure of what to say. Victoria shook her head. “I don’t understand. Why couldn’t he be repaired?”
    Brad gave her a puzzled look. Her strange verbage seemed odd to him. He assumed she wasn’t familiar with American English. “I’m sorry, Victoria. Sonny’s injuries were extensive. There was nothing the doctors could do.” He sat down next to her and took her hand in his. “I didn’t want to be the one to have to tell you Sonny was gone.”
    Victoria silently stared at the bottles neatly arranged behind the bar. She glanced at Gary. “May I have another drink?”
    “Sure, m’lady. Anything for you sir?” He asked Brad.
    “Crown Royal with a water back if you please.” Brad reached in his wallet, removed a one hundred dollar bill and layed it on the bar.
    The drinks arrived and Victoria swallowed nearly half the glass. Brad sipped his Crown Royal. Gary busied himself mixing drinks for a pair of customers sitting in a corner booth. “Sonny told me about your aspiration to become a professional wrestler. Is that true?”
    “It is what I wish to do. Sonny said you could help me.”
    “That I can! I have a large promotion and new talent is always welcome. You’d have to be trained, of course, but once you are, I’d like to use you in some of my shows.”
    Victoria nodded her head. “I would like that. When can I begin?”
    Brad smiled. “You are eager! I like that. Here’s my card. Come and see me tomorrow if you like?”
    Without a hint of a smile, Victoria responded. “I will.” She took his card and shoved it in her pocket.
    Brad swallowed the last of his drink. “Good! I’ll see you tomorrow then. I am sorry about being the bearer of bad news. You’ll be alright?”
    “Yes. I am fine. Good night, Brad.” She watched as he left the bar, then emptied her glass and motioned to Gary. “May I have another?”
    A look of concern showed in his eyes. “Those are pretty stiff drinks. Sure you want another?”
    “Yes. I’m sure.”
    Gary mixed her drink and set it in front of her along with a stack of quarters. “Here’s some change. Pic k some songs to play from the jukebox.”
    Victoria looked at him with a confused expression. “What is a jukebox?”
    Gary gave her a slight smile. “Aren’t there any jukeboxes where you come from?”
    “No, but I do like music. Is there music in that box?” Victoria motioned toward the jukebox.
    “Well, yes. What do you like to listen to?”
    “Perhaps you’lll surprise me?”
    Gary was intrigued by this mysterious woman sitting at the bar. He walked to the jukebox, inserted several quarters and chose a variety of romantic tunes, congratulating himself on his good fortune. Thoughts of their impending rendevous aroused him considerably and he struggled to maintain his self-control as he returned to the bar. The music played quietly and Victoria smiled as she listened.
    The effects of the liquor gradually diminished her self control. A man seated himself next to her and offered to buy her a drink. She accepted and began a conversation with him. His name was Paul and he was an insurance executive from Los Angeles. Gary began to wonder if Victoria would actually accompany him when he left the bar. The tone of the conversation she was having with Paul would indicate she would have other plans. It was nearing closing time and he listened as Paul invited Victoria to join him for breakfast. Much to his surprise and elation, Victoria declined, explaining that she had a date with the bartender.
    Nervous anticipation swept through Gary’s mind as he unlocked his apartment door and led Victoria inside. Before Gary could take her coat, Victoria pulled him close and kissed him passionately. It was a long, deep kiss that nearly took his breath away. He pulled away and stared at her. “You’re amazing!” He whispered, thinking he might be the luckiest man on the planet at that moment. “I s’pose this means you don’t want anything to drink?”
    Victoria gave him a wicked smile. “What I want is you.”
    Gary led her to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind. What clothing they still wore was soon lying on the floor and Victoria pushed Gary down on the bed, positioning herself on top of him. She straddled his torso, her moist pussy rubbing violently against his semi-erect cock. The expression on Gary’s face was a mixture of amazement and intimidation. He struggled to free his arms, but Victoria restrained him. She was becoming frustrated and she ceased to move as she stared down at him. “You don’t want to do sex with me?”
    Gary tried to pull away. “Not with you, I don’t! You’re too crazy! What ARE you, one of those god damn transexuals?”
    Victoria slid off his body, kneeling next to him, a confused expression in her eyes. “
I don’t understand. I am female. I want to do sex with you. Is that not what you want to?”
    “Not with YOU it isn’t! You’re too crazy. No guy wants sex with a broad like you! You’re like a guy with tits!”
    Victoria leaped off the bed, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She was hurt and angry and confused. She quickly dressed and left, the sound of Gary’s insults ringing in her ears. There was a cold rain falling on the pavement as she walked through the night, but she felt nothing.
    She suddenly felt the presence of someone walking next to her. She glanced up and recognized Andrew. He reached out and put his arm around her as they continued to walk in silence. Finally she spoke. “I want to be Katrina. I want to be Katrina now! I don’t want to be Victoria any more.” Her tears began to fall again.
    Andrew stopped her and held her close. “All in due time. You are becoming Katrina as we speak. It will happen, but it must happen as it was meant to be. As terrible as this experience is, it is part of a process. One day your destiny will intersect with chemistry from another and happiness will be yours. I know it is difficult but you MUST be patient.”
    Victoria closed her eyes for a moment, searching for the words she wanted to say. Then she realized . . . Andrew had disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

   Victoria peered at herself in the mirror. The dream had been so real. It was as if Basil, her first lover,  had come to call. There was a glass barrier between them. She could see him, but not touch him. Victoria woke herself crying. The sadness and despair was cold and deep. She wandered into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea, then moved to the window seat and stared up at the night sky, recalling her recent encounter with Andrew, Vincent and Brandy. She wondered whether she’d ever actually become the reincarnation of Katrina. It was what she dreamed of. It was what she wished for. It was frightening.
    A knock at the door startled her and she nearly spilled her tea. Victoria nervously opened the door slightly and saw Sonny standing in the hallway. “Victoria! Hi! I hope you don’t mind dropping by at such a late hour. May I come in for a bit?”
    Victoria was unnerved. “How did you find me?”
    “It was easy. I saw you sitting in the window. I don’t mean to intrude, but I saw Al earlier tonight and he said you wanted to talk to me. So here I am.”
    She opened the door wider and invited Sonny in. “Would you like some tea?”
    “Yes. Please.”
    Victoria excused herself and disappeared into the kitchen. Sonny took a seat on the couch. Eerie, almost hypnotic music played quietly in the background. The voice sounded like Victoria’s and the music had an electronic quality to it. Sonny jumped slightly as Victoria returned and handed him a cup of tea. “Thanks. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble?”
    “Not at all. I was having some myself.”
    Sonny’s curiousity was aroused. “That music playing. Is that you singing?”
    Victoria blushed and nodded. “It is. My creator and I used to perform together. Now the music is mine. It is all I have left of him.”
    More questions raced through Sonny’s mind. Victoria was without a doubt the most mysterious woman he could remember meeting. He decided against asking more questions. It seemed to make her uncomfortable and he couldn’t risk losing his connection to her. Instead he abruptly switched topics. “Al mentioned you wanting to talk to me about something?”
    “Yes. There is something. I think I would like to try wrestling. Al said you know someone who might be able to help me.”
    Sonny smiled slightly, amazed that his plan might actually work. “Yes! I do know someone. His name is Brad. Would you like me to introduce you to him?”
    “I would like that.”
    “How about tomorrow night?”
    “Yes! I'll meet you at Al’s Diner.”
    The city’s lights reflected in the puddles of water on the rain-slick street with a surrealistic glow. Victoria shook the water off her unbrella as she entered the diner. Al glanced up and smiled. “What brings you out on such a stormy night, Vic?”
    “I’m here to meet Sonny.”
    Al poured a cup of coffee and set it in front of her. “Oh yea. So you talked to him recently?”
    “Yes. Just last night he came to visit me.”
    Their conversation continued for nearly an hour. Victoria glanced at the clock and realized what time it was. Sadness welled up in her eyes as she realized Sonny wasn’t coming to meet her.
    Cammie flew through the air and landed on her back with a resounding thud. Christi pounced on her, wrapping her arms around Cammie, trapping her in a headlock. Cammie lashed out with her legs and slammed Christi onto her back, caught in a crushing scissor hold. Shilo grinned at Connie, Cammie’s twin. “H’mmm. Your sister’s discovered one of my favorite moves!”
    Connie nodded. “When Bill was training us he used to always tell us we should pay attention to everyone we worked with ‘cause they could always teach us something.”
    Dillon walked into the gym, watching the women working out in the ring. He looked around the room, frowning. “I wonder where Denise is?”
    Shilo shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s never late for work-outs. I called her apartment, but there wasn’t any answer. Maybe she had something to do that took her longer than she expected.”
    Connie and Shilo traded places in the ring with Cammie and Christi as the afternoon workout continued. Denise rushed into the gym, apologizing profusely for her late arrival. “You’re NOT gonna believe this! Remember Sonny, the weird guy I was dating for awhile?”
    Dillon nodded. “Yea. A friend of Brad’s I remember you say’n.”
    “That’s the guy. Well, he was in a car crash this afternoon. Some guy driving drunk over on the 405 ran into Sonny. He’s in intensive care. Here’s where it gets strange. Sonny listed me as an emergency contact number.”
    “Huh! That IS a busted ass!” Dillon frowned. “What d’ya s’pose he did that for?”
    Denise shook her head. “I have no clue. I told ya it was weird.”
    Victoria slipped off her stool and with sad eyes, left the diner while Al was in the kitchen preparing an order for a late night customer. She wondered why Sonny would offer to meet her and then not.
    The phone was ringing as she unlocked the door to her apartment and rushed inside to answer. “Victoria?” The voice on the other end inquired.
    “Yes.” She answered with apprehension in her voice.
    “This’s Brad. Brad Hemsley. I believe my friend Sonny might have mentioned me to you.”
    Victoria smiled slightly. It wasn’t at all who she’d expected to call.

It's a stormy Monday and another blue Monday for sure. Seems like a day to share a little of my world with all my Streamer friends and BTO seems to say it best on a day like this. Enjoy!