The roar of the crowd was deafening. Dillon’s eyes swept over the crowded arena and he smiled. It was the second show to sell out during the month. He glanced across the table at Andy and gave him a thumbs-up. From their perch high above the arena floor they could see the excited fans anxiously waiting for the main event to get underway. Scotty checked his camera and Katy adjusted a tangle of cables strewn on the floor. Richard, the floor director peered intently at the scene below. Andy adjusted his microphone and settled deeper in his chair.
    The arena lights dimmed, Richard flashed hand signals to the camera crew and Andy began his narration, with Dillon adding comments sporadically. A tall, attractive blonde woman stepped into the ring and with an easy, southern drawl introduced the contestants. An olive-skinned, statuesque brunette walked briskly up the aisle and leaped into the ring. She threw off her robe and strutted to her corner exuding an air of supreme confidence.
    Moments later Shilo appeared, walking slowly up the aisle, stopped to sign autographs as she made her way to the ring. slowly ascended the stairs to the ring apron. Turning to face the crowd, her arms thrust upward and she bowed slightly. The crowd roared their approval as she entered the ring, removed her robe and turned to face her opponent.
    The announcer raised the microphone and began her introductions. “Ladies and gentlemen! From Bogata, Columbia, weighing in at 169 pounds and standing five foot nine inches, Patrice DiAmato!” There was a mixture of cheering and booing as the crowd responded.
    “From the mountains of the great northwest, standing five foot eight inches tall and weighing 167 pounds, Shilo “Wolf Woman” Eaglefeather! Your referee for this match is Wendy Williams. This will be a no-time limit match with no disqualifications.”
    As the announcer exited the ring, the women approached the center of the canvas and received their prematch instructions from the referee. The bell sounded and the combatants circled each other warily. Lunging at each other, they struggled for an advantage, Shilo pushing Patrice backward into the ring ropes. With a sudden Shilo grabbed Patrice by the arm and threw her onto her back. Before Patrice could regain her footing Shilo pounced on her, twisting her left arm into a painful position. Patrice reached up, gripped Shilo’s hair with both hands and pulled her down. The women continued to struggle as the heat from the ring lights bore down on them.
    The crowd was wild with excitement, shouting encouragement to their respective favorite wrestler. The match see-sawed from one corner of the ring to another. They traded hold for hold, Patrice proving to be a formidable opponent. The air was punctuated with shrieks, gasps and growls as the women continued to sweat and struggle. As the bout neared the one hour mark, Shilo managed to secure a punishing hold on her challenger and with leg muscles bulging, leaned back on her arms and increased the pressure, forcing Patrice to wave her arms in submission. The crowd erupted in a delighted frenzy as Shilo leaped to her feet and thrust her arms in the air as she celebrated her victory.
    Dillon drew a deep breath and shook his head. “Damn! I know Shilo can take care of herself in the ring but sometimes . . .” His voice trailed off.
    Andy gave him a knowing grin. “I know. I caught myself damn near jump’n outa my chair more than once. I think we need some seatbelts so we can strap ourselves in!”
    Shilo burst through the dressing room door and threw herself into a chair, drying the sweat from her face and body as Christi and Bridgette babbled excitedly about the outcome of her match. It had been an exhausting, but highly successful evening. “Let’s shower and get the hell outa here!” Christi urged.
    “Good plan! Last one in the shower’s a rotten egg!” Bridgette giggled.
    “Leave me some hot water you two. Rotten egg or not, I still need a shower.” Shilo gave them a wry smile.
    Shilo and Dillon were joined at their favorite lounge by Andy, Bridgette, Christi and Richard. Dillon was ecstatic. “You are ALL awesome! I mean flat out awesome! That was one hell of a show and we’ve got video footage that’s gonna knock the world right off it’s god damn axis.”
    Andy smiled. “I’ll drink to that. This’s as good as it gets. Anyone in the crowd tonight says they didn’t get their money’s worth is either a moron or flat, fucking nuts!”
    It was near closing time when Bridgette leaned over and whispered in Shilo’s ear. A wicked grin spread across Shilo’s face. She leaned back in her chair and giggled. “I DO have Brandy’s memories of that night. Do you s’pose . . .?
    “I DO suppose!” Bridgette smiled mischieviously. “But then I wonder if Dillon would survive!”
    “Hey! If I survived tonight’s show, I can survive anything!” Dillon shouted playfully. “Okay, what’re you two plotting now?”
    Shilo smiled seductively. “You know I can’t tell ya. It’d ruin the surprise!”
    “Yea right! More like you wanna push my buttons just to see what’ll happen.”
    Shilo got up and walked behind Dillon’s chair, putting her arms around his neck as she whispered in his ear. “Oh baby, I thought you liked me to push your buttons. H’mmm??”
    “M’mmmm. You definitely got my attention!” Dillon smiled coyly.
    “Good! Now I want your erection! C’mon! Let’s go back to the gym.”
    A puzzled expression came onto Dillon’s face. “Huh! Shouldn’t we be going home instead? I mean, if you want my erection and all.”
    Bridgette grinned. “Oh, I think you’ll approve.”
    “Well, you’ve piqued my curiousity. That’s for damn sure!”
    The women responded together. “Good!”
    They entered the gym and Dillon flipped on the lights. Shilo reached over and shut them off. “What d’ya wanna do. Sit around the gym in the dark and share ghost stories?”
    Shilo giggled. “No silly! We’ve got something lot’s better than ghost stories in mind. Now go over and take a seat close to the ring. We’ll be right back.”
    Dillon fumbled in the darkness for a chair and sat down, resting his head on the ring apron as he impatiently waited for the women to return.
    A few minutes later the lights over the ring came on. Shilo purposely left them dim. They cast eerie shadows across the room as she and Bridgette bounded through the ropes wearing nothing but bikini briefs. Dillon’s eyes widened and Shilo gave him a teasing smile. “We thought you might like to see a private match between us, just to get ya in the mood.”
    “Sheesh! You ARE full of surprises!”
    Shilo walked to the far corner, turned and grinned at Bridgette. “You ready?”
    “I am SO ready, you can’t imagine. I just hope YOU’RE ready.” With that she charged out of her corner and the women collided in the center of the ring. They struggled for several moments before Bridgette secured a headlock on Shilo, her muscles straining as she pressured the hold. Shilo gasped for breath as Bridgette dragged her nearer to Dillon. “You like so far?” She teased.
    Dillon was speechless as he stared up at the women. Shilo wrapped her arms around Bridgette’s thigh and hoisted her into the air flipping her onto the mat. Seizing the opportunity she scrambled on top of her attacker, securing a hold on Bridgette’s arm. Bridgette slid out from under Shilo and worked her way on top, grabbing two fistfuls of hair as she pulled Shilo into position and clamped on a bodyscissor.Shilo responded by grabbing Bridgette’s foot with both hands and rolling her over into a figure-four leglock.
    The women continued to thrash and struggle, gasping with exertion as they fought. The sight and sounds of the two women aroused Dillon and he squirmed in his chair, his cock bulging in his trousers. Vincent’s memories danced wildly in his head and Dillon was sure he must have enjoyed watching Brandy and Tawny as much as he was enjoying watching Shilo and Bridgette. It was becoming difficult to sit still in his chair and Dillon was beginning to wonder how Vincent managed to maintain his self-control without ejaculating in his pants.
    The women continued to punish each other with one hold after another as they twisted and pulled each other’s breasts. Bridgette lashed out with her legs and trapped Shilo’s head between her thighs, a wicked grin on her face as she savored the sight of her opponent hugging her thighs, thrashing helplessly as she tried to escape.
    Suddenly Shilo squirmed into position and captured Bridgette in an identical hold. The women squeezed each other mercilessly, both anxious to make the other give in. Their sweat-soaked bodies were locked together in an erotic tangle. Muffled shrieks and squeals filled the air. After what seemed like an eternity, Shilo managed to gain the upper hand. She rolled on top of the tough blonde, straddling her head as she grinned and grabbed Bridgette’s tits. “How ‘bout I tie your tits in a knot?” She teased.
    Bridgette squealed and struggled, refusing to give in. Shilo rolled onto her side, renewing the pressure she was exerting with her thighs. Bridgette waved her arms in submission and Shilo slowly stood up, pulling her friend up off the canvas. Breathing heavily, they leaned across the ropes and grinned down at Dillon. “Ready for the main event?” Shilo asked teasingly.
    “God yes! What’re we doing down here?” Dillon led them up the stairwell to the apartment he and Shilo shared over the gym. They hurried to the bedroom, Dillon shedding his clothes as he went. The women pushed him onto the bed and Shilo threw her body across Dillon’s, stroking his pulsing cock with both hands. Bridgette straddled his chest slowly inching her way up his torso until her moist muff was positioned over his face. She lowered herself onto him, feeling his tongue touch her pouting pussy lips. Shilo continued to work her magic on his engorged organ. Dillon’s hips thrust upward with each stroke as his tongue explored Bridgette’s love mound. Her breathing was coming in short gasps as she pumped her hips and moaned loudly. “Oh! Jesus! God that feels good!”
    Shilo slowly licked and sucked his love pole, tasting the first few drops of love liquid escaping. “No baby, not just yet!” She admonished as she gripped his cock at the base and squeezed. “I want to make you suffer a little more first.”
    Dillon clawed at Bridgette’s ass cheeks his body quivering uncontrollably. Shilo continued to stroke and lick his magnificent cock until she felt his hot liquid fill her throat. Bridget’s screams grew louder as she erupted in a passionate burst of orgasm and fell onto her side.
    Dillon lay gasping for breath as Shilo scrambled into position, positioning herself on his face, her thighs gripping his head tightly. “Lick my pussy, baby. Lick it!”
    He didn’t need any encouragement as he drove his tongue deep into her steamy cunt, his lips pressed to hers. He nibbled and sucked, his tongue swirling around her plump clit  as he reached up and captured her tits, one in each hand. “Oh! That’s it baby! Pour it on! Oh! Ohhhhh . . .”
    As he lay beneath Shilo licking and sucking her quivering pussy, he could feel Bridgette’s hands stroking his cock. His muffled groans were music to the women’s ears. Shilo’s sweat-streaked face was a contorted mask of sheer pleasure as a tidal wave of orgasm swept over her body in a fiery blast of passion. She grinned down at her lover, watching him intently as Bridgette began teasing the head of his cock with her tongue.
    “Oh God! I can’t take any more!” Dillon growled.
    Shilo shook her head, a sadistic grin on her face. “Oh yes you can! We’re not letting up on you until we suck you dry!”
    Bridgette licked and sucked relentlessly. Dillon’s semi-erect cock stffened and his hips thrashed uncontrollably. Shilo continued to grind her wet pussy into his face, the sensation of his hot breath on her muff sending chills of satisfaction up her spine. Slowly she shifted position, turning so she could watch as Bridgette brought Dillon to release once again. His body arched and stiffened, his hips quivering as Bridgette coaxed every last drop of love liquid from him. Exhausted and thoroughly contented, the three fell asleep nestled in each other’s arms.
    From somewhere deep in the darkness the sound of a long, lonesome train whistle sounded. Dillon found himself standing on that familiar boarding platform deep in the desert, Shilo standing by his side, holding his hand. A sleek, black locomotive appeared, pulling seven rail cars behind. The train came to a stop at the platform and their old friend, Jensen stepped down from the railcar. “Good evening, my friends. Andrew anxiously awaits your arrival.”
    Dillon frowned slightly as they boarded the train and made their way to the dining car. He wondered to himself what might be troubling Andrew to such a degree. He would soon find out. Shilo and he seated themselves at Andrew’s table. They sat silently for a moment as Andrew peered out the window at the horizon. Anger flashed in his eyes. It was a side of Andrew neither of them had seen before and it was rather disquieting. Shilo reached across the table, took his hand in hers  and gave him a curious stare. Dillon leaned back in his chair, drew a breath and began to speak. “You seem troubled my friend.”
    “I am!” Andrew said with a growl. “There’s a negative force stalking Shilo. It’s in the form of a man named Sonny.”
    Dillon’s eyes narrowed. “Where would we find the one known as Sonny?”
    “I don’t yet know precisely where he is. Be sure of this, however. I will!”
    Shilo’s expression mirrored her resolve. “If you don’t know, then we’ll find him ourselves.”
    Andrew smiled slightly. “I respect your courage more than I can explain, but I would tell you. This is no time to be impetuous. I’m sure Dillon will agree. The hunted should never go to the hunter. Let the hunter come to you.”
    Dillon nodded. “I can see the wisdom in that, but patience is going to be difficult to maintain.We’ll do our best to watch and wait.”
    “It is what I would advise, my friends. This is nothing new or at all unusual. Evil spirits have existed since the dawn of time. It’s a bridge that has been crossed many times and will be crossed many times in the future. We will face this together and we will prevail. Of that I am certain!”
    A hand on Shilo’s shoulder gently shook her awake. She opened her eyes to see a vaguely familiar looking woman standing next to the bed. She had dark hair and deep brown eyes. Shilo began to speak but suddenly the woman was gone. Shilo rubbed her eyes in disbelief. “Perhaps”, she rationalized, “it was all just part of the dream.”

   Andy stared out the office window, trying his best not to let it show he was listening to Dillon’s phone conversation. Dillon lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair and scowled into the phone. “Get outa town!” He shouted. “Get the hell out! Are you sure?”
    The response could be heard across the room. Richard, accountant for the NAWWA was a cigar chomping hulk of a man with a voice like a foghorn and a mind like a steel trap. The first quarter of operations had been highly successful and now it was time for the quarterly tax payments. Like the revenue from the shows, the tax liability came as something of a surprise to Dillon. “Damn, Richard! I didn’t realize we owed those commie bastards THAT much in taxes. I guess if we owe it, we owe it. I’ll get a check in the mail first thing tomorrow.”
    The conversation ended and Dillon grinned. “Holy shit, Andy! We owe more in taxes than I thought. I s’pose that is a good thing. We have had a good run with the shows and we’ve got a video distributor selling the dickens outa footage.. Somebody slap me with a dead trout!”
    “That’s a damned eloquent way of putting it, my friend.” Andy smiled proudly. “I knew this was gonna fly like a big-ass bird, but I didn’t think it’d happen this fast.”
    Shilo burst through the door, an attractive brunette following close behind. “Honey, I hate to break up your bullshit session, but there’s someone here to see ya about work.”
    Dillon glanced up and smiled. “Denise! Good God it is good to see you!”
    Denise was speechless. Finally she regained her composure. “I just can’t believe this. You and Shilo. . . I mean . . . It’s just like Brandy and Vincent have come home.”
    Shilo giggled. “We have. I mean, sort’ve. It’s like I told ya, hard to explain, but here we are. It is good to be home. Now! Tell us more about what you’ve been doing.”
    Denise shared the incredible sadness she’d endured when she heard about Brandy and Vincent’s demise and then the promotion. “Without Brandy and Vincent, none of us wanted to stay around. Nothing was the same. Some of the girls disappeared and some of us decided to give in and work for Brad. We knew it was gonna be a constant hassle, but we’d still be wrestling and getting work.”
    Dillon smiled wryly. “I’ll bet it was a constant battle just getting paid what you were owed, huh? I’ve heard about Brad’s chiselling from more than one wrestler. Not to mention all the other crap he tries to pull off.”
    “Yea, we argued about pay a lot and then I started dating his friend, Sonny. That was a REAL big mistake. At first the guy was a total sweetheart. The more I got to know him though, the more I realized how weird he is. He’s heavy into the occult. He told me if I stopped dating him he’d put a hex on me and no other man would want to be with me. I didn’t really believe him, but then he started doing stuff to me. Sometimes I’d wake up and he’d be sitting there in bed, staring at me and chanting stuff I couldn’t understand. That was it. I told him we were through and that I didn’t want to be with him anymore. That was a few days before my match with Lola Marceaux. The night of the match he saw me at the arena and told me my wrestling career was over and I was gonna lose the match. My contract said if I lost I’d agree to move on to another promotion. I was sure I could beat her, so I wasn’t worried. I’d wrestled her once before and won. It wasn’t easy, but I did. I knew I could again. Then when I got in the ring it was like something happened. I can’t explain it. It was just SO strange. It was almost like Lola was reading my mind. She seemed like she could anticipate every move I made and there was nothing I could do to stop her.”
    Shilo shook her head. “Yea, I remember Al telling us about it. He watched the match on television and said Lola went over on ya real hard.”
    “She did! Even after I gave her the match she kept on working me over.. The ref finally pulled her off, but I could barely make it back to the dressing room. Then Brad came in and insisted I clear out my locker before I left. And if that wasn’t enough, he tried to cheat me on my pay! The phony bastard! I wanted to smack him right in the mouth.” Anger flashed in Denise’s eyes as she recounted the events of that evening. “A few days later I went to California and hooked up with a promoter named Alex. He was a nice guy and he paid decent money, but he didn’t use a lot of women in his shows. I only got work a couple’ve times a month and that wasn’t near enough to live on. Then I heard the NAWWA was back in operation. I couldn’t wait to get back and see if what I heard was true!”
    Shilo grinned. “Well, it’s all true. We’re here and we’re not goin’ anywhere. I promise!”
    Dillon nodded. “Shilo’s tell’n ya straight. We’re here to stay. Tell ya what. Why don’t you come on in tomorrow morning and we’ll get ya set up. We’d love to have you with us.”
    “I’ll be here waiting for you!”Denise jumped up excitedly and hugged Shilo. I’m really glad I came back!”
    “So are we!” Shilo and Dillon said in unison.

What Your Sleeping Position Says

You are calm and rational person with a good deal of balance in your life. Friends consider you to be kind, caring, and truly loyal. You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games. Open to the world, you are not afraid to be yourself. If you don't get enough sleep, you are: Able to cope It's hard to sleep next to you because: You're a bed hog

   Victoria eyed the clock on the wall nervously as she wiped down the counter once more. Al grinned as he watched her and surveyed the nearly empty diner. “Why don’t you take a break, Vic? You’re gonna wipe the top off the counter if you scrub on it much more.”
    Like every other Friday night, Al’s attention was focused on the television set as he watched the weekly wrestling show. He lit a cigarette and exhaled loudly as he shook his head. “What the hell was that girl think’n?” A powerfully-built blond woman hurled her brunette opponent across the ring and holding her by the hair fipped her onto her back.
    Victoria watched the women as they pummeled each other. She seemed confused by what she saw. “Are they angry with each other?”
    Al grinned. “Naw, not really. It’s just wrestling. Somethin’ they like to do. And they get paid. Gettin’ paid to do what you like to do is a real good deal. Not everyone’s that lucky.”
    Victoria barely heard his comment. Her eyes followed the tall, slender man that entiered the diner and took a seat at a table nearby. She slid off her stool, poured a cup of coffee, scooped a menu off the counter and walked to his table. Victoria smiled as she set the coffee and menu in front of him. “It’s nice to see you again, Sonny. I didn’t think you were coming in tonight.”
    The man glanced up and returned her smile. “Of course I came in, Victoria. A day without seeing you would be like a day without sunshine.”
    Victoria wriggled slightly as she turned and returned to her stool at the counter. Al leaned over and whispered. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer, Vic!”
    Victoria didn’t answer. Her smile confirmed Al’s observation. A few minutes later Victoria returned to his table, took his order and gave it to Al. As Victoria sat staring at the television she realized Sonny had seated himself next to her. “Mind if I sit next to you?”
    She smiled. “I would like that.”
    His dark, brown eyes seemed to consume her. It was a pleasant sensation. An hour passed as sat sharing conversation. Victoria seemed a little sad as Sonny prepared to leave. “I’d love to stay and visit longer, but I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
    As he paid his bill and walked toward the door, he turned and smiled at her.”Hey! Would you like to go to a club with me tommorow night?”
    Victoria fidgeted nervously. “I’ve never been to a club before. What would we do?”
    “What?” Sunny was incredulous. “You’ve never been to a nightclub? Well, it’s time you went then. We’ll have a few drinks, dance some if you like and listen to the music. You’ll have a lot of fun. I promise!”
    “It sounds exciting!” Victoria wriggled in her chair as she smiled at the handsome, dark-haired man sitting across from her.
    “Well . . . I’m not sure how exciting it’ll be, but it sure will be fun. I’ll meet you after work tomorrow night then.”
    “I’ll be waiting!” Victoria stood and watched him leave the diner.
    A blanket of sunshine spread over the city. It was unseasonably warm, even for a summer August day. The scent of stale sweat and linament hung heavy in the air. Andy and Dillon stood watching, as Shilo and Christi worked out together in the ring. Their sweat-soaked bodies locked together as they struggled for an advantage. A sudden shift of position and Shilo trapped Christi in a painful hold, causing her to howl in pain. “Nice reversal, Shilo! That was perfect!” Bridgette grinned as she glanced at the two men. “Not bad, huh?”
    Dillon shook his head in amazement. “Not bad, indeed.”
    “You’d be wise not to piss your mate off, mister!” Andy said with a teasing smile.
    “Damn sure!. My momma didn’t raise no dummy.” Dillon threw the women towels as he approached the ring apron. “Dry off and come on into the office. Got somethin’ to show ya’ll. You to Andy. You guys are gonna love this!”
    Dillon led the group down the hallway to the office. He rummaged through a pile of papers on his desk. “Yes! Here it is! Viola!” He turned and faced them, a proud smile on his face.
“Oh wow!” Shilo exclaimed. You got it! Your promoter’s license came!” The room was filled with excited conversation as they gleefully discussed the future of the new NAWWA.
    “Hey guys!” Dillon shouted over the din of loud voices. “There’s one more thing. I got a phone call from Brad Hemsley.”
    “I s’pose he called to wish us well?” Andy panned an expression of sarcastic surprise.
    “Yea, right. He pretty much told me we don’t have much chance of surviving. Says we’re mucking around in his territory and he figures we won’t last long. But get this. A few miinutes later he’s suggesting we meet with him and figure out a way to establish a new North American Women’s Champion. The title’s been vacant ever since . . . “
    The room fell silent as the memories of that incredible evening Brandy won a hard-fought match to become the first and only North American Wrestling Champion. Andy ran his hands through his hair as he exhaled loudly. “Brad’s an asshole deluxe, but . . . it might not not hurt to listen to his proposal. It could be just what we need to put this promotion on the map.”
    Al grinned as he watched Victoria pacing nervously behind the counter. “Don’t worry Vic, Sonny’ll be here.”
    “I’m sure he will.” Victoria tried to appear calm, but was more than she could muster.
    A few minutes later Sonny appeared in the diner doorway. He smiled warmly as he saw Victoria behind the counter. “I’m sorry I’m late. A shipment arrived late ahd I had to stay to finish processing it. Ready to go?”
    “Heh! She’s been ready for an hour!” Andy grinned teasingly. “You kids have fun now, ya hear?”
    “Oh, we will!” Victoria smiled nervously as she hurried to the door.
    The crowded club was a blend of loud voices and funky music. Through the smoky air, Victoria stood watching the band with a look of fascination on her face. Sonny led her to a table near the dance floor. An attractive woman wearing a short skirt and a low-cut blouse approached and smiled at Sonny. “Gonna have your usual, sweetie?”
    Sonny nodded. “Make it the same for my lady friend. Will ya Sally?”
    Victoria watched the woman walk to the bar. “She seems to like you a lot.”
    “Sally?” Sunny smiled. “She likes everyone that spends money in the bar.”
    Victoria’s body swayed to the rhythm of the music and she felt herself growing rapidly aroused. The environment was new to her and she struggled to comprehend her emotions. It was frightening, yet exhilerating. Moments later Sally returned with their drinks and Victoria took a sip of hers. The flavors were intriguing. Within minutes she’d consumed the entire glass. Sonny grinned at her. “You like?”
    Victoria smiled. “It tastes good. What is it?”
    “Texas Sling. Just be careful. Too much of them’ll knock you off your chair.”
    “Really?” Victoria said with a look of surprise.
    “Well, not literally, but their potent. Would you like to dance?”
    There was a long pause as Victoria stared at the dancers. “I don’t know how to do what you call dancing.”
    Sonny gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry you’ll be fine. Just follow my lead.”
    As the night progressed Victoria continued to consume a vast amount of liquor. The band broke into a funky version of Brick House and Sonny grabbed her by the hand, leading her back to the crowded dance floor. A burly man dancing next to them lurched forward and came between Victoria and Sonny. Without hesitation, Victoria reached out, grabbed him and pulled him off his feet, holding him in the air, then turned and set him down. An expression of sheer amazement settled on his face and Sonny stopped dancing, staring at Victoria in disbelief. “How the hell’d you do that?” He exclaimed.
    Victoria gave him a lopsided smile. The liquor was having a definite effect on her. “It was easy!” She insisted.
    The man shook his head and smiled slightly, peering intently at Victoria and Sonny. “That’s quite a lady you’ve got mister!”
    Sonny nodded. “Yea, I’d say so!” He wondered silently how she could possibly have done what she did. The man appeared to weigh well over two hundred pounds. This lady was not only mysterious, but astoundingly powerful as well. He was infatuated and intrigued by her, as well as feeling slightly intimidated.
    The night passed quickly and before long the lights came up and the last call for drinks was given. Sonny ordered one last round and reached out to take Victoria’s hand in his. “Wanna come over to my place for some coffee and conversation?”
    Victoria was thoroughly aroused and the last thing on her mind was conversation. “Yes! I’d like that very much.”
    Sonny and Victoria wasted no time driving to his apartment. Victoria wasn’t the only one aroused. They entered the apartment and before Sonny could offer her a seat on his couch, Victoria wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately. “I want to do sex with you!” She exclaimed.
    Sonny’s hormones quickly overcame his surprise as he hurriedly led her to his bedroom. She was like no woman he’d ever been with. Victoria tore his clothes off, pushed him onto the bed and mounted him as if her were a magnificent stallion. The intense expression on her face aroused him even more as his pulsing erection found her quivering pussy and drove deep into her. Victoria screamed loudly as she thew her head back in ecstacy, her hips driving into his with powerful lunges that nearly rocked the bed off it’s base.
    “Oh! Oh God Victoria! You ARE fantastic!” Sonny exclaimed.
    “Call me Katrina!” Victoria said with a commanding voice. “My name is Katrina!”
    An expression of momentary bewilderment crossed Sonny’s face. “Who the hell AM I in bed with?” The question was soon lost in a sea of passion and sweat. Victoria’s hips thrashed forward and back at a frantic pace and Sonny could feel his release close at hand. His back arched wildly as he thrust his torso up to meet Victoria’s and his hot, love liquid shot deep into her. He lay quivering uncontrollably as Victoria screamed loudly. “Don’t stop! Oh please! Oh! Don’t stop!”
    There was nothing Sonny could do. His cock was drained and shrinking rapidly. Victoria moaned and squealed, struggling to keep him inside her, but it was an exercise in futility. Anxious to prolong the incredible pleasure she was experiencing, Victoria slid up Sonny’s body and trapped his face between her thighs, pressing her fiery mound against his lips. His tongue lashed out and met her as he eagerly licked and sucked. Victoria moaned loudly, reached down grabbed two handfuls of his hair and fell to her side, dragging him with her. It was as if she desperately wanted him, all of him deep inside her.
    Sonny thrashed helplessly on the bed as Victoria’s legs tightened around him. He began to panic, realizing he was trapped and at the mercy of someone far more powerful than he had imagined. His movements slowed as he began to lose consciousness and soon his body went limp.
    Victoria realized he was no longer moving. Panic swept over her. Dark memories of Basil’s demise flooded her mind and she relaxed her grip on Sonny, peering intently at his lifeless body. Crying hysterically, Victoria rolled to her knees and shook him as she screamed loudly. “Oh God! This can’t be! This is NEVER something Katrina would do to her lover.”
    Much to Victoria’s surprise, Sonny’s eyes opened and he bolted upright. “What the hell happened?” He exclaimed.
    Victoria’s eyes widened, as if she were seeing a ghost. She threw her arms around Sonny and kissed him repeatedly. “I am SO sorry. I never meant to damage you. Are you okay?”
    Sonny smiled weakly. “I’m fine. Really. I’m okay. Holy shit! What the hell happened just now?”
    Without another word, Victoria quickly dressed. Sonny stared at her, not sure what to say or do. Before he could fully recover his composure Victoria disappeared from sight. He rushed to the door but she was nowhere to be seen. It was as if the darkness had swallowed her. All that remained was the strange, sweet scent of her perfume. As he sat silently on his bed, the moonlight streaming through the open window, a long, lonesome train whistle could be heard in the distance.
“How strange!” He thought. “There aren’t any railroad tracks within miles of here.