It seems like a lifetime ago, but I still remember Walter. I was living in central Washington, out in the flatlands, in a small farming community known as Moses Lake. I was doing my millwright apprenticeship working for a mechanical contracting company and we travelled all over the west coast working on pumping plants of all types and sizes.
    While I was in town, home for a few days in between jobs, I stopped into my favorite local hang-out, Jack's Diner. I settled into a booth, sipping coffee, reading the local paper and devouring a plate of biscuits and gravy. While I was reading I happened to hear a conversation from the booth behind me. A man was having breakfast and talking to the waitress. He was lamenting the fact that his tractor was broken and it was going to cost him a small fortune to have the local repair shop fix it. I glanced up and saw him. He was wearing ragged bib overalls and a straw hat that was probably older than I was. He looked like any farmer down on his luck.
    The waitress smiled. "I think I know a guy that can help you out! Hey Jim! Don't you know something about tractors?"
    I didn't answer right away, thinking I could come up with some sort of excuse. The farmer looked at me with a hopeful expression and I couldn't bring myself to lie to him. "Yea, I know a little about 'em."
    That was all it took. The man explained to me that he didn't really mind paying for the repair, but the local shop had overcharged him in the past and he didn't want to do business with them anymore. I heard myself agreeing to look at his tractor, wondering if maybe I'd worked too many hours in the summer sun.
    We left the diner and I followed his battered old truck out of town. We turned off the highway and arrived at his farm. His home was a dillapadated farm house and there was an equally well-worn barn next to it. Inside the barn was some farm equipment and his broken tractor. I spent the better part of an hour poking around and came up with what I thought might be a reasonably accurate estimate to repair the machine. He agreed without hesitation. "How soon can you get started?"
    I told him I'd be back as soon as I could. I needed to go back home and gather up my tools. A couple've hours later I was hard at work, dismantling the ailing tractor. I didn't see Walter the rest of the day. The next morning I stopped by the repair shop in town and bought the parts I needed. I cringed when I discovered the parts bill came to nearly four hundred dollars. I had the money to pay for them, but I knew if Walt didn't pay me back I was gonna be in deep poop, not to mention highly pissed. I loaded up the parts and drove out to his farm.
    Dusk was settling in when I finished putting the tractor back together. I threw my tools back into my truck, started the tractor and began to drive it out of the barn. I wanted to satisfy myself that it was running properly before I said anything to Walt. Just as I drove out of the barn, I saw Walt walking toward me grinning ear to ear. "Well! You got it running!"
    "Climb on and give it a try. I think it'll be fine, but I'd like to be sure before I tell ya it's done."
    Walt drove around the barn a few times and returned, obviously pleased. "So how much do I owe you?"
    I dug in my shirt pocket for my note pad and tallied up the repair cost. Much to my chagrin my work exceeded the estimate I'd given him. I swallowed hard, not sure how he was going to react to the cost. Much to my surprise he didn't seem concerned. He reached into his hip pocket and pulled out a check book. "Oh great!" I thought to myself. "Just what I need; a check that bounces all the way out've the bank."
    He thanked me for the repair and I drove back into town, vowing I'd be at the bank when it opened. If I was holding a bad check I wanted to know right away. The next morning I waited impatiently for the bank to open and I was the first customer of the day. I handed the check to the teller. "PLEASE tell me this check's good!"
    The teller glanced at the name on the check and smiled. "You must not know Walt Litzenberger very well."
    "I don't know him at all!" I explained. "I did some work for him and he wrote me a check. I'm down about four hundred dollars in parts if his check doesn't clear."
    She shook her head. "You don't have anything to worry about. Walt's one of our best customer's. I don't know the exact amount of his accounts, but his balances are in the six digits."
    The expression on my face must've spoken volumes. She grinned. "Don't feel bad. A lot of people make the mistake of assuming Walt's nearly broke. He's VERY frugal with his money."
    My embarrassment eased as she counted out my money and I left the bank. The next morning I was back at Jack's Diner having breakfast. Much to my surprise, Walt walked in and took a seat at the counter next to me. "I'm glad I found you! My tractor's running good as new. Why don't you stop by my place and have dinner with me and the wife tonight?"
    I thanked him for the invite and that evening drove out to his farm. I was greeted at the door by a woman with a friendly smile and a delightful German accent. She invited me in and as I stepped inside I caught my breath. The place was amazing. I thought I'd stepped back in time and been transported back to Germany in an earlier day. The antiques were beautiful. The house was beautiful.
    As we sat eating dinner together I kept thinking about something. How could I possibly be angry with someone misjudging me because of my beard and long hair, when I had so completely misjudged Walter because of how he dressed and what he drove?
    I began to realize something. That old cliche "you never get a second chance to make a good first impression" is a load of crap. First impressions have probably gotten in the way of friendship more times than any of us can count. Now I always take time to get to know a stranger. After all, strangers are usually just friends I haven't gotten to know yet.

Here comes another Blue Monday, my Streamer friends and summer's not far behind. Even though it's a cloudy, overcast day here I thought it might be good to kick the week off with some flat foot boogie music. Now! Grab whoever, or whatever's close by and boogie your way around the back porch. Ain't life grand? And if you'd rather get funky here's somethin' to kick back and enjoy while sipp'n your morning coffee!

What if your fondest fantasy could become reality?

What if a stranger asked you to dance?

What if you found a bank deposit bag with $5000 inside?

What if you had to choose one of your senses to lose?

What if you woke up and found yourself in a place you didn't recognize?

What if you were granted one wish?

What if you had to choose between fruit or vegetables?

What if you found a stray puppy on your porch?

What if you could change your sex at will?

What if you could sense future events?

Kick back and come play "what if" with the captain. I'll leave ya with a cool tune that just might magically stimulate all manner of interesting responses as you consider the questions. Or not. It works for me. Here's hoping it works for you to!

Your Aura is Blue

Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life. You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships. The purpose of your life: showing love to other people Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor

    “Jeez girl! You’re gonna pace a hole in the god damn floor if you keep goin’!” Bridgette grinned at Shilo. “You’re start’n to make me nervous!”
    Shilo grinned wickedly. “I’m not nervous, just ready. REAL ready.”
    The sounds of the raucous crowd penetrated the dressing room walls as the evening’s show got underway. Several bouts occurred in rapid succession. Unable to remain in the dressing room, Bridgette and Shilo slipped into the hallway and watched the last of the prelimary matches conclude. Cammie and Christi battled from one side of the ring to the other and the crowd was on their feet, cheering their favorites. Christi smiled proudly as her hand was raised in victory. The house lights brightened, signalling the start of intermission and lines began to form at the concession stands. Shilo and Bridgette returned to their dressing room, anxiously awaiting their turn in the ring.
    The evening passed rapidly and at last they heard a familiar voice at the door. “You’re up ladies!” Music blasted through the arena as Shilo and Bridgette made their through the crowd of fans clamoring for autographs. They slowly ascended the stairs, waving the the crowd as they entered the ring. Katrina and Velvet stood in their corner staring intently at their opponents. The prematch interaction between contestants was an important part of the show, intended to ratchet up the level of excitement and it was working perfectly.
    The ring announcer entered the ring holding a microphone and made the introductions. Fans from all across the arena shouted and applauded as their favorite wrestlers were presented. With the referee’s instructions completed, the bell sounded and the bout got underway.
     Shilo warily circled her adversary and with a swift and sudden lunge, threw Velvet to the canvas. She stepped back, a taunting grin on her face. Velvet sprang to her feet and lunged at Shilo. With a quick side-step, Shilo trapped Velvet in a headlock and dragged her to the corner where Bridgette was anxiously waiting. A tag brought Bridgette into the ring and before she released Velvet, Shilo slammed Velvet with a blistering knee lift that sent her crashing to the mat. Bridgette pounced on her and took conrol with a painful arm hold. Bridgette shifted her weight and as Velvet tried to roll free she found herself trapped in a hammerlock. Not satisfied, Bridgette added to Velvet’s discomfort by pulling her hair, but drew a warning from the referee and broke the hold. Both women leaped to their feet and lunged at each other once again. Velvet grabbed Bridgette’s arm and threw her into the corner, then used a flying mare to land Bridgette on the mat with a resounding thud. The match see-sawed from one side of the ring to the other before Velvet finally tagged off to Katrina. Bridgette caught Katrina in a standing headlock and dragged her to the corner where she tagged off to Shilo, continuing to hold Katrina by the hair. Katrina gasped as Shilo caught her in an arm bar and forced her to her knees. She struggled mightily, finally managing to escape and scramble to her feet.
    The fans screamed words of encouragement as the bout raged on. At one point all four women were in the ring at once and it was all the referee could do to restore order. Velvet grudgingly returned to her corner and Bridgette ducked under the ropes. The heat of the ring lights and the extreme exertion left all four combatants dripping with sweat. Shilo managed to trap Velvet in a crushing scissor hold and it appeared her victim would have no choice but to submit, but Velvet managed to get one foot on the ring rope and Shilo was forced to break the hold. She rolled to her feet and tagged her partner. Bridgette leaped into the ring and took up where Shilo had left off. She used every hold she knew to weaken Velvet even more, eventually clamping her securely in a combination of body scissors and chin lock. Katrina screamed words of encouragement to her partner, but it was no use. Velvet was finished and waved her arms in submission. The arena reverberated with the sounds of the crowd as they cheered and applauded.
    After a brief rest period, Bridgette returned to the ring, stalking Katrina like a jungle cat after it’s prey. Katrina was ready for Bridgette’s attack and soon turned the tables as she seized control and punished Bridgette with a painful series of holds. Unable to defend herself from Katrina’s merciless attack, Bridgette found herself caught in a surfboard hold, her head bent back and her arms trapped. Escape proved impossible and she screamed in submission. Katrina leaped to her feet and grinned wickedly at Shilo. “You’re next!” She shouted.
    Another brief rest period followed, then the bell sounded, signalling the start of the final fall. Shilo’s face mirrored her intensity as she charged at her opponent. Katrina met the charge and the women locked themselves in a test of strength, muscles straining as each stuggled to gain the upper hand. Using a perfectly executed leg trip take down, Katrina sent Shilo sprawling to the mat. She leaped on her opponent and Shilo found herself trapped in a painful position. Katrina repeatedly urged her to submit and Shilo’s response was immediate. “No! No! Never!” She shook her head emphatically as she struggled to free herself. Minutes passed and it seemed Shilo wouldn’t be able to withstand the incredible punishment she was enduring, but much to Katrina’s surprise she managed to work herself free. The women locked arms and fought their way across the ring. Shilo found herself trapped in Katrina’s grasp. Landing hard on the canvas, Shilo pushed Katrina’s head back within range of her legs and clamped on a withering headscissor. It was an extremely effective hold that Shilo had used to finish more than a few opponents and it appeared Katrina would meet the same fate. She thrashed and struggled, but to no avail. Shilo followed her every move, increasing the pressure on her hold mercilessly. Katrina’s body began to go limp and Shilo knew she was finished. Close to unconscious, Katrina waved her hand in submission and Shilo rolled to her knees, too exhausted to stand.
    The crowd erupted in a roar of approval as she slowly staggered to her feet and reached down to give Katrina a hand up. The women hugged each other and exchanged congratulations on an excellent match as the referee raised Shilo’s arm in victory.
    The arena was empty when Shilo and Bridgette appeared in the hallway, exhaustion showing in their eyes. Katrina and Velvet met them and they walked out into the night air together, Shilo drawing in a deep breath. “That was one hell of a match! You two did damn good. I think I lost count of how many times you had me close to submitting.”
    Katrina grinned. “Well, you covered it real well girl! I was running out of holds to use and when you caught me in that scissor hold I KNEW I was in trouble!”
    Dillon and Andy walked out the door and joined them. “That was damn fine wrestling! You guys were beyond fantastic!” Dillon smiled proudly. “C’mon. Let’s go on down to the Cellar. Drinks are on me!”
    The Cellar Bar was crowded and the band was playing loudly enough to be heard out in the street. Dillon, Shilo and their entourage entered and filled several tables. Within minutes they were laughing and joking, celebrating another successful show. Katrina glanced at Velvet and smiled mysteriously. “Shall we tell them?”
    Velvet nodded. “This’d prob’ly be as good a time as any. Go ahead and give ‘em the news.”
    A quizzical expression appeared on Dillon’s face as he glanced at Shilo. “You know anything about this?”
    Shilo shook her head. “Not me! I’m as curious as you are. So what’s up, you two?”
    Katrina smiled. “Well . . . Velvet’n me are gonna headline some shows in Vegas next month. That is, we are if Dillon doesn’t mind cutting us loose of our contracts.”
    “Well congratulations! You two deserve a shot at Vegas. All I ask is just remember us here at the NAWWA and promise you’ll come back for more shows later on.”
    A voice from behind Dillon interjected. “I’d like to think I had a little something to do with all this good fortune.”
    Dillon turned to see Andrew standing behind his chair grinning from ear to ear. “I might’ve known! C’mon! Sit on down and join us!”
    Andrew pulled up a chair and squeezed in next to Bridgette. “Congratulations on an excellent show, by the way. You all were amazing.” Though he was speaking to the entire group, Andrew’s eyes were fixed on Bridgette. She smiled coyly as she wriggled slightly in her chair.
    “Aw jeez, you two! Am I gonna have to buy you a motel room?”
    Andrew smiled. “That’s not necessary, but I do appreciate the offer. We’re just happy to see each other again.”
    “Uh huh! I know horny when I see it!”
    Shilo giggled. “Really? Well, then let’s get home!”
    Andrew glanced across the table. “Oh! There is something I should warn you two about before you go home.”
    “And that is . . . .?” Dillon’s question hung in the air.
    “There’s something of a surprise waiting for you.”
    Shilo grinned. “Good! I love surprises.”
    “This is a . . . shall we say . . . uh . . . . a rather unusual surprise.”
    Dillon squinted. “Unusual? Just HOW unusual?”
    “I’ll leave that for you to judge yourself. I assume it will be quite pleasurable for you both.”
    “H’mmm. I’m all atwitter with excitement!” Dillon smiled wryly.
    “I’m sure you will be. Quite sure, actually.”
    Shilo smiled. “I just love a mystery. Let’s go find out what our surprise is!”
    Dillon and Shilo spent the time driving home discussing Andrew’s surprise. He had a delightfully mysterious way about him and they had no idea what to expect. As they walked into their apartment they saw a woman sitting in the darkness, sipping coffee as she sat on the couch by the window. Much to their mutual surprise it was Brandy. Dillon looked around the apartment, expecting to see Vincent. “Wow! This is a surprise!” Shilo exclaimed. “Where’s Vincent?”
    Brandy smiled. “Vincent had some pressing business to take care of, so I came alone. I hope you don’t mind?”
    Dillon shook his head. “Not at all. We’re glad to see ya!”
    They sat talking, Dillon and Shilo sharing the events of the evening’s show with Brandy. Nearly an hour passed and Brandy stood up. “If you’ll excuse me for a minute I’ll be right back.” She disappeared into the bathroom, reappearing moments later wearing nothing but a thong and a deep tan.
    Dillon’s face registered his shock. “Wow! You do know how to get our attention!”
    Brandy smiled wickedly. “Actually I’d like to get a lot more than just your attention. That is, if you approve Shilo?”
    “I, uh, well . . . this does rate as a definite surprise, that’s for sure. We’ve never had a threesome with a spirit before, but yes! Let’s do!”
    The three of them hurried to the bedroom, a trail of clothing left behind. Dillon stopped short as he reached the bed. “I assume Vincent knows about this?”
    Brandy smiled reassuringly. “He does. He was hoping to be here, but something unexpected came up and we wasn’t able to make it.”
    Dillon sat on the bed smiling up at the two identical looking women standing in front of him. “I’m starting to feel REAL inadequate. It’s all I can do to keep up with Shilo. Now TWO of you? Sheesh!”
    Brandy grinned. “A little nervous, are you?”
    “Well . . .yes! A little. Or a lot! Damn!”
    Shilo pushed him onto his back and scrambled on top of him grinning wickedly. “We’ll be careful not to damage your ego!” She leaned forward, dangling her luscious breasts in his face. Dillon’s eager mouth captured her nipples, nibbling and sucking first one and then the other. He could feel Brandy’s hands caressing his inner thighs as she slowly worked her way up to his pulsing erection. Her fingers closed around his cock and she slowly stroked, watching as his hips began to undulate.
    Shilo slid slowly forward, positioning herself with her moist, clean-shaven muff near his face. Dillon reached up and gripped Shilo’s tits, one in each hand, roughly massaging them. Brandy leaned down and captured his pulsing cock in her mouth, letting her tongue dance up and down the length of his throbbing shaft. Shilo pressed her steamy snatch on his face, feeling the fire of Dillon’s tongue penetrating her. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth tighter to her.
    Brandy continued, slowly working her way to the head of Dillon’s cock, teasing him with her tongue, listening to his muffled gasps and groans. His hips were pumping wildly as she continued to torture and tease him, watching as Shilo moaned with pleasure. She could feel Dillon nearing release and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, choking the flow of love juice. Brandy slowly worked her way into position and lowered her steamy snatch on to his cock, her pussy swallowing the entire length of him. Dillon could feel the muscles in the walls of her love canal squeezing his fiery cock and he writhed and thrashed uncontrollably, thrusting himself deeper into her. Brandy gasped and shrieked as pleasurable sensations shot through her body.
    Dillon’s lips and tongue continued to tantalize Shilo’s pussy and she squealed loudly as she erupted in a burst of hot love liquid and passion, her hips quivering as a powerful orgasm swept her to an amazing sexual high. Brandy continued at a frenzied pace, feeling Dillon’s explode deep into her. “Oh! Oh God! Don’t stop!” She shrieked.
    Shilo rolled over and pulled free a double-headed sex toy from under the mattress. She pushed Brandy onto her back and straddled her torso, teasing Brandy’s pussy lips with the head of the toy. Dillon sat up and moved closer, pulling the toy out of Shilo’s hands and driving it deeper into Brandy’s quivering snatch. Shilo slid over and grabbed Brandy by the hair, pulling her face between her steamy thighs. Dillon pumped with a faster rhythm, driving Brandy insane with arousal. Brandy tried to roll over, but Shilo held her tight. Dillon continued to pound Brandy’s pussy with the dildo while Shilo pulled Brandy’s head tighter, feeling her tongue exploring her dripping muff. Shilo gasped for breath as Brandy’s tongue swirled across her swollen clit. Brandy thrashed wildly on the bed as Dillon drove the toy deeper, then slowly pulled it back. Her body quivered as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Shilo shrieked with pleasure, Brandy’s tongue and lips coaxing another powerful orgasm from her. Shilo raised up slightly and rolled Brandy over, face down on the bed. She pulled Brandy's arms back and grinned wickedly at Dillon who needed no encouragement. With one end of the double-headed toy still firmly implanted in Brandy’s wet muff, he drove the other end into her other love hole. The combination of front door and back door action was driving Brandy insane with arousal. She struggled to free herself but it was no use. Dillon continued until he was satisfied she’d had enough, then collapsed on his back.
    The three lovers lay together, panting for breath and exhausted. Slowly they drifted off to sleep. In the distance was the sound of a long, lonesome train whistle and they found themselves in a familiar place, standing on a worn wood boarding platform with an abandoned train station next to them. Into view came that magical mystical conveyance known as the Hitchcock Railway. The sleek black locomotive came to a stop near the platform, seven railcars stretching out behind it. A man stepped down from the first railcar wearing a conductor’s uniform. It wasn’t who Shilo and Dillon had expected. It wasn’t their old friend,  Jensen. Their eyes widened in amazement as he approached.
    “Brad? Is that really you?”
    Much to their surprise, a familiar voice could be heard. It was Vincent. “Say hello to your old acquaintance. Brad will be riding the Hitchcock Railway for some time to come.”