The odyssey that began out in the New Mexico desert so many years ago has finally reached it's destination. In a few weeks the Hitchcock Railway anthology (a collection of short stories) will be published. It isn't really what I intended when I began writing them shortly after I came to the Stream, but inspired by the woman I love and with the support and encouragement from my friends here, publishing what I created has become a reality.
    The book is titled Riders On The Hitchcock Railway and is my way of exploring what exists somewhere behind my eyes. To all of you who urged me to continue, all I can say is thank you. I am forever in your debt.
    And not to worry. The second Hitchcock Railway anthology is now well underway. There is much yet to discover. Much to taste and touch and see through the window of the dining car on that mystical, magical conveyance known simply as . . . . The Hitchcock Railway.

    “Yea what!” Dillon growled into the phone, running his hand through his tangled hair as he heard Andy’s voice booming in his ear.
    “Good lord, man! Are you two still asleep? You got any idea what time it is?”
    Dillon groaned. “Yes! I was asleep and no, I’ve got no flame’n idea what the hell time it is other than it’s earlier than I intended to wake up.”
    “You and your lovely bride need to drag your butts outa bed and meet me down here at the diner. We’ve got big fish to fry, mister!” Before Dillon could respond, Andy had terminated the conversation.
    Shilo propped her head up on one elbow and gave Dillon a sleepy smile. “What was that about?”
    “Andy. He’s got a bug in his ass. Says we need to get down to the diner pronto.”
Dillon grinned wickedly at Shilo as he fondled her exposed breast. “Damn I’m horny! Shall we fool around a little before we go?”
    “M’mmmmm baby! I am in the mood to tear you a new asshole, but Andy’s gonna go apoplectic if we don’t show up soon. But don’t you worry. Once we’re done with our business you’re all mine!”
    An hour later Shilo and Dillon arrived at the diner. As they entered they saw Andy seated at a large table, joined by Bridgette and two other women. A warm smile spread over Shilo’s face as she saw her old friends, Christi and Denise. Both women sat staring in disbelief at Shilo and Dillon. Christi exhaled loudly. “Shit girl! It IS you! I can’t believe this. I’ve got to be hallucinating!” With that she leaped to her feet and first gave Shilo, then Dillon a hug. Denise did the same.
    Denise hopped from foot to foot giggling and shrieking with happiness. “I just can’t believe this. When Andy called to tell me the news I was in shock. Now I don’t know what to say. You’re so much like Brandy and Vincent it’s just amazing!”
    Conversation bubbled over like coffee percolating on a hot stove. There were countless questions. Andy beamed with pleasure as he watched the scene unfolding at the table. Finally, unable to restraiin himself any longer, he interrupted. “Hey! I hate to poke a hole in the festivities, but I’ve got some things I need to bring you up to speed about..”
    Gradually the conversation ceased and Andy began. “I’ve been busier than a one-legged man in an ass kick’n contest .” With that he reached into his shirt pocket and retrieved a check from his shirt pocket, laying it on the table for all to see.
    Dillon’s eyes widened. “Jump’n Jesus, man! Are my eyes deceive’n me?”
    “Not one damn bit.” Andy grinned proudly. “I told ya. I got a damn good price when I sold the promotion. I took most’ve the proceeds and invested in some stock investments that took off like a god damn rocket. So here it is, lock, stock and barrelhead. Here’s the best part. You’re gonna love this. A guy named Frank Graves bought the promotion. He’s got a couple’ve strip clubs across town and he figured the wrestling promotion would fit in with the clubs. Fact is, it didn’t. Not that it couldn’t have if he hadn’t cheated the girls on their pay and jacked them around every way from Sunday. A few months later the poor bastard had no good talent left and the whole thing went to hell in a handbasket.”
    “So you’re say’n his loss, our gain?” Dillon chuckled.”
    “That isn’t the half of it! Frank was bang’n half the gals in the club and his wife found out. She divorced his ass, cleaned out his bank account and left town. Now here’s the best part. Shortly after that he got his butt in a sling. Seems some of his dancers were soliciting the guys in the club and he got busted for promoting prostitution. Lost his liquor license and ended up selling all the promotion’s equipment to a friend of mine.”
    Shilo smiled. “So there’s a chance we can get all the stuff?”
    “I’m way ahead of ya! My friend Mel’s got everything stored in the back room of his boxing gym. He’s been look’n for a buyer for the past few months and I made him an offer this morning after I left the bank. He took it and I’ve gotta tell ya. We got one HELL of a deal.”
    Christi and Denise stared intently at Shilo and Dillon. “So this means the promotion’s back in business?”
    Tears formed in Shilo’s eyes. Dillon reached over and pulled her close. “C’mon baby, this’s all good stuff here!”
    Shilo dried her eyes. “I know that! I’m crying ‘cause I’m happy, silly. I just can’t believe this is happening and I s’pose I’m kind of  scared at the same time. I’m carrying all of Brandy’s wrestling experiences in my head, but baby, you realize I’ve NEVER been in the ring? What if I can’t pull it off?”
    Before he could answer, Bridgette responded. “You’re gonna be fine. A few days working with us and you’ll be wrestling like the pro that Brandy was. I promise!”
    “For sure! Christi insisted. “You’ve got noth’n to worry about. You’re gonna knock ‘em dead, same as Brandy used to. Now stop worry’n and start smile’n.”
    The rest of the day was a blur of activity. Dillon and Shilo were beginning to fully realize the amount of work Brandy and Vincent had expended as they put the original promotion together. It was late evening when they returned home, exhausted, yet exhilarated. They collapsed on the couch, too tired to go any further. “Damn, baby, I’m used up!”
    Shilo gave Dillon an evil grin. “You are? H’mmm. This morning you were horny. Now you’re used up?” She pouted playfully as she pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra. “I s’pose you’ll be wanting to just go off to bed and sleep then?:”
    “Now let’s don’t be hasty my chick-a-dee.” Dillon panned a grin as he affected his best W.C. Fields imitation. “I think I’ve got enough strength left to make you beg for mercy.”
    “Oh really? We just might see about that!” Shilo leaped off the couch and ran to the bedroom with Dillon close behind. They landed in a heap on the bed, giggling and laughing as they playfully disrobed each other. Moments later, Dillon found himself spread across the bed, Shilo lying across his torso as her hands urged his pulsing cock fully erect. She slowly lowered her head and let her tongue gently caress the tip of his erection. Dillon groaned loudly as his breathing quickened.
    “Ohhhhh baby, you definitely don’t play fair!” He wrapped his hands in her hair and tugged her closer, trying to move out from under her. It was no use. Shilo continued, her mouth closing over his throbbing love pole, her lips and tongue urging him closer to an orgasm. Gradually she shifted position until her thighs were able to encircle his head. Dillon eagerly pressed his face to her quivering muff and his tongue thrust into her steamy love canal as they lay locked together sixty-nine fashion.
    Shilo was relentless. Her head bobbed up and down at a rapid pace as she pumped her hips and ground her legs together, anxious to maximize the exquisite pleasure she felt surging through her body. Dillon worked with a rapid rhythm, his tongue and lips lighting a fire of passion in Shilo’s honey hole. Suddenly his body stiffened and his body shuddered wildly as love liquid burst free shooting into Shilo’s throat. Not satisfied he’d had enough, she continued to tease and lick, knowing it was driving him crazy. She could feel herself nearing eruption and she raised her head as a guttural scream pierced the air. “Ohhhhhh baby! Ohhhhh!”
    Dillon could feel Shilo’s body quivering uncontrollably as hot love juice bubbled up from deep inside her. He could feel her taut muscles gradually relax as she slowly made her way up his sweat soaked body. The sounds of heavy breathing slowly subsided into the night air as they lay together, drifting off to sleep.
    Somewhere in the night the sound of a train whistle could be heard and a sleek, black locomotive appeared, pulling seven rail cars behind. Shilo and Dillon found themselves in that same familiar place deep in the desert, standing on the boarding platform of an abandoned train station. The train slowly came to a stop and a familair looking conductor stepped down from the first rail car. He smiled slightly as he saw them approach. “Good evening to you both!” He said with a deep, baritone voice. “It’s always a pleasure to see you. Your table ini the dining car awaits you.”
    Dillon returned the smile. “It’s always a pleasure to see you to, Jensen. You’ve been well, I assume?”
    “Quite well indeed. Thank you for asking!”
    Shilo pulled him close and kissed his cheek. “It’s wonderful to see you again you sweet man!”
    Jensen blushed slightly. “It’s certainly good to see you to, Shilo. A day without your presence on the railway is like a day without sunshine.”
    As Dillon and Shilo made their way to the dining car, Dillon noticed a brunette woman with strikingly beautiful features staring at them. Her eyes followed them until they took a seat at the table by the window. He glanced up and met her gaze. Her bold expression made him slightly uncomfortable, yet somehow she seemed vaguely familiar. It was an eerie feeling to be sure. “Do we know the woman sitting over there?” Dillon motioned toward the woman’s table.
    Shilo looked up, peering across the aisle. “I don’t recognize her . . . but . . . there’s something sort’ve familiar about her. Why do you ask?”
    “She’s been staring at us since we boarded.”
    “Why don’t you go over and ask her if she knows us?” Shilo grinned, knowing Dillon’s inherent reluctance to talk to strangers.
    “YOU go do it! You’re much better speaking to strangers than I am.”
    “I’m not sure. I think she might have a thing for you.” Shilo loved to tease her man.
    Dillon feverishly searched his memories. It was possible she was someone from Vincent’s life, or perhaps Amos’s. There was no way to know for certain. He glanced up only to find the woman was still staring at them.
    Shilo noticed as well. “Okay, I’ll go invite her to join us.” Before Dillon could respond, Shilo got to her feet and made her way to the woman’s table. “I couldn’t help noticing you staring at us as we came aboard. Do you know us?” Shilo asked with a friendly smile.
    The woman’s expression didn’t change. “I’m Victoria. I’ve done sex with that man.”
Victoria motioned toward Dillon.
    “Say what?”: Shilo growled with a shocked expression on her face.
    “I’ve done sex with him and you both. I remember it.”
    Shilo’s eyes narrowed. “I’ve shared my man with VERY few women and you sure as hell weren’t one of them!”
    An expression of confusion spread across Victoria’s face. “I did sex with you both. It was very enjoyable. I want to do it again.”
    Shilo shook her head. “What’s with ‘doing’ sex? You HAVE sex with someone. You don’t DO sex with them. And who the hell ARE you?”
    Victoria’s face fell and she leaped out of her chair. “I don’t understand! I am defective! I don’t understand!” She continued to scream the words as she ran from the dining car.
    Shilo stood staring as the woman ran away. “What in the hell was THAT about?” She mumbled quietly as she took her seat.
    Dillon had a thoroughly puzzled expression on his face. “Do you s’pose we should follow her and make sure she’s okay?”
    They bolted from their chairs and hurried after the woman. They made their way from railcar to railcar the full length of the train, but there was no sign of Victoria anywhere. Dillon stood quietly staring out into the darkness. “That was just TOO damn weird. Where in the hell could she have gone?”

    There was a vague hint of apprehension in Andrew’s piercing gray eyes as Vincent and Victoria seated themselves at the table. As he glanced up and smiled at them, Andrew’s concern seemed to fade imperceptively away. .”Vincent, my old friend. It is good to see you again.”
    Victoria sat peering at Andrew as he shook hands with Vincent. Andrew met her stare and motioned toward the pot on the table. “May I pour you some tea?”
    Victoria didn’t respond, staring into Andrew’s eyes with a quizzical expression. Finally she responded. “Are you human, or like Vincent, a spirit guide?”
    Andrew’s eyes widened slightly and he turned to glance out the window for a moment before answering. “Vincent and I are both spirit guides. We’re also human but alive in a dimension other than real time.”
    Victoria leaned back slightly in her chair, hesitating while she analyzed his explanation. “All of this seems illogical. I will need more time to analyze the data.”
    Vincent shook his head slightly and glanced at his friend, Andrew. “And so I ask you. Where do we go from here?”
    Andrew turned and gazed out the window of the dining car, watching the sun slowly set over the desert. After what seemed an inordinate length of time he responded. “It will be a most fascinating undertaking my friend. We truly are sailing in uncharted waters. You do realize that?”
    “Sweet Jesus! Do I ever!” Vncent scowled slightly as he slowly lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. “Had I not lost touch with Anthony’s soul this would be so much simpler.”
    “Think of this as an opportunity, my friend. An opportunity for you and I to assist Katrina in her transition to her next lifetime and allow Victoria to evolve into human form. It’s more than Anthony could have ever imagined, don’t you think?”
    Vincent’s scowl deepened. “I think Anthony should have kept his penis in his flaming pants. If he had I’d be enjoying some solitary time with Brandy at Boiler Bay.” 
    “Have patience, my friend. This will all be resolved soon and you’ll be cavorting around the cabin with your beloved before you know it.”
    A soft blanket of moolight lay over the desert as the train came to a stop and they disembarked. Victoria’s eyes widened as she stepped down onto the boarding platform. Staring into the night, she smiled. “It is so beautiful here. Can we stay for awhile?”
    “We can. Come. We’re near our destination.” Vincent gently took her hand and led her into the darkness, walking slowly up the path next to his friend Andrew.
    A short while later they arrived at the cabin. The sound of laughter could be heard as they neared the doorway. Vincent led Victoria through the open door and grinned at Brandy and Katrina. “Welcome to our sanctuary, Victoria.”
    Victoria slowly surveyed her surroundings. She smiled as she ran her fingers over the soft texture of the tapestry hanging on the wall. “Everything is so beautiful.”
    Brandy approached Victoria with a warm, wide smile. “You must be Victoria. Vincent’s told us all about you. I’m Brandy and this is Katrina. Come and sit with us.” The women seated themselves at a large, rustic-looking table. Vincent and Andrew wandered out to the porch, deep in conversation.
    Andrew stared up into the sky. “It will soon be time, my friend. The moon’s nearing it’s high point.”
    Vincent shivered slightly. “And if this doesn’t work?”
    “Well then, as you’d say, I’ll probably hit myself in the head with a milk bottle!” Andrew grinned mischieviously.
    “Just what I need right now! A blink’n god damn comedian!” Vincent flashed his friend a wry smile. If this Genesis Theory of yours doesn’t work we better set sail and plan to be gone for a god damn good long time. You do realize that?”
    Andrew panned a concerned expression. “Oh ye of little faith.”
    “Damn straight! I’m about as nervous as a whore in church.”
    “H’mmm. I’d say the whore part of your comment’s reasonably accurate. Shall we go back inside?”
    Vincent reached out and playfully shook his friend. “Very funny! You’re just a bundle of laughs!”
    Vincent and Andrew joined the women at the table where Brandy was sharing her experiences as a wrestler with Katrina and Victoria. Apprehension showed in Victoria’s face. She stared at Vincent for a moment. “There is so much for me to learn. How will this be possible?”
    Vincent swallowed hard, silently hoping his own misgivings weren’t showing. He smiled. “No need to be concerned. Soon you will possess all of Katrina’s thoughts, emotions, memories and knowledge.”
    “But I will still be an android. I won’t be what you call human. I want to be human.”
    Brandy smiled reassuringly. “It could happen. All of this is new to us to. You need to have faith.”
    Confusion clouded Victoria’s eyes. “I don’t understand. What is faith?”
    Suddenly the sound of a long, lonesome train whistle cut through the night air. Vincent glanced up. “It’s time to go. The Hitchcock Railway will arrive soon.”

Welcome to another Blue Monday! As long as we're all riding the Hitchcock Railway together I decided it would be way cool to throw in a little Matchbox Blues played by two Blues Legends, Stevie Ray Vaughn and Albert Collins. Join me in celebrating another week of living and dying . . . in 5/4 time.

Andrew lifted his face to the heavens, the torrent of rain washing over him, cooling the fever he felt consuming his mind. Time for Andrew was infinite. No beginning and no end. Memories flowed constantly, melting like ingredients in a celestial pot, stirred by the movement of the sun and the moon.
    Through this mystical morass emerged a familiar face. It was that of Andrew’s old friend Vincent. A culmination of many lifetimes lived by men with many names. Amos, James and now, Dillon. All one in the same. All parts of a perpetual evalution. A familiar voice startled Andrew and he nearly fell as he turned to see his old friends, Vincent and Brandy. “What a pleasant surprise!” Andrew threw his arms around them and pulled them close. “This is amazing! I was led to believe your transition had taken place entirely.”
    Brandy smiled proudly. “You’re not the only one capable of magic.”
    Vincent interrupted. “We came to see you one last time old friend and watch from a distance as the journey begins once again. I assume Andy’s still in a state of shock?”
    Andrew smiled. “See for yourselves, my friends.” The three quietly approached the cabin, watching undetected as Andy's conversation with Dillon and Shilo grew more animated. It was a lot for Andy to assimilate. It was as if his life had been rewound a few short months, the grief and anguish nothing more than a memory.
    The incessant jangle of the phone roused Andy awake. He rubbed his eyes for a moment, his heart pounding as his recollection of what he was sure was a dream became clear in his mind. “Yea, what?” Andy growled into the phone.
    “You’re not gonna believe this Andy, but I think I just saw Vincent and Brandy going into the diner.” It was Bridgette, breathless and thoroughly excited. “I swear it HAD to be them!”
    Andy drew a deep breath, his mind racing as he heard himself say. “C’mon now sweety. You know as well as I do that just ain’t possible.” He could feel a chill run down his spine as he heard himself speaking. “I’m sure it was just someone that reminded you of them.”
    “Don’t you think I know that? But I know what I saw. Want to join me for breakfast? You’ll see what I’m talking about.” Bridgette seemed insistent.
    “Alright, alright! Give me a few minutes to get dressed and I’ll be there.” Andy stumbled to the bathroom and surveyed his sleepy face in the mirror. “Damn! I look like hell!” He mumbled to himself. “Oh well, how good do I need to look to meet a couple’ve ghosts?”
    Bridgette anxiously motioned to Andy as he entered the diner. He glanced around the diner as he walked to her table and then stopped, standing frozen in place. There by the window sat the man and woman he’d seen in his dream. They were identical in every way to Vincent and Brandy. Suddenly he realized Shilo and Dillon really did exist. Dillon looked up with a quizzical expression on his face as he saw Andy staring at him. Andy made his way to Brigette’s table and sat down. “Well? Now you’ve seen them. What do you think?”
    Andy stared out the window. Before he could respond he heard a familiar voice. “Excuse me, but aren’t you the good samaritan that gave me a ride a few nights ago?”
    Andy turned to see Shilo standing next to him. “Yes! As a matter of fact I am!”
    Shilo smiled teasingly. “Won’t you and Brigette join us?”
    Bridgette and Andy were both speechless. How could this woman who reminded them so of Brandy, possibly know Brigette? “Uh, well, yes! We’d love to join you.” Andy and Brigette followed Shilo to the table near the window.
    As they approached, Dillon looked up and smiled. “Well now old friends, I wondered when you two were going to finally talk to us.”
    Bridgette leaned over and gave Shilo a hug. “This just can’t be! You seem SO much like Brandy and how DID you know my name?”
    Shilo grinned. “Just think of me as a new, improved Brandy.”
    Bridgette shook her head. “This is amazing. I, uh, I don’t know what to say!
    The conversation continued at a rapid pace, Brigette and Andy asking one question after another. Dillon and Shilo patiently explained all that had occurred, though it was impossible to accurately describe the magic that had brought them all back together again.
    Shilo suddenly interrupted. “Wait. Enough about us!  Tell us how your wrestling career’s doing. And how’s the promotion. Bigger than ever?”
    Andy’s face fell and sadness crept into his eyes. Before he could answer, Brigette responded. Most of us left the business after we lost you and Vincent. The only two I’ve heard from at all are Velvet and Monique. The promotion closed down and got sold. Andy can tell you more about that than I can.”
    Andy went on to explain how the promotion and the production studio had been sold. “I didn’t know what else to do. None of us could see any reason to carry on. I put every penny of the proceeds from the sale in the bank. It’s all there. I don’t really know why, but it just seemed like the way you’d want me to do it.”
    Dillon nodded and smiled. “You did exactly what we hoped you’d do. So what d’ya think? Can we resurrect the promotion?”
    Andy’s face lit up and he slapped the table hard enough to attract the attention of everyone in the diner. “Hell yes! I don’t see a reason one why we can’t!”
    Bridgette wriggled with excitement. “Damn! Who says wishes don’t come true?”
    The afternoon passed quickly as the four sat planning and plotting. There was magic in the air, lives resurrected stronger than ever before. Andy was rapidly beginning to understand the miracles Vincent had so often spoken of that occurred on that magical, mystical mode of transportation known as the Hitchcock Railway.
    Suddenly Andy glanced up at the clock. “Oh shit! Five o’clock already! Damn! I’ve got to get going.”
    Dillon glanced at his friend. “You sound like a man about to be late for a date.”
    “Oh hell yes! Just what I need. A smart-ass psychic. And yes! As it turns out you’re right. I DO have a date and yes, if I don’t get out’ve here I will be late.” With that, Andy slid out of the booth and hurried out of the diner.
    Brigette peered across the table at her friends, a mischievious smile on her face. “God! I am SO horny!”
    Shilo smiled wickedly. “Oh really?” She turned to Dillon. “What do you think, baby? Anything we can do to help a friend in need?”
    Before Dillon could respond, a familiar voice came from behind them and Brigette’s eyes widened.
    “Mind if I join you all?”
    Brigette beamed with a mixture of surprise and glee. “Andrew! Yes! Please do!”
    Dillon grinned as he looked at his friend. “Your timing seems just as good in this lifetime as it was in my past life. Are you sure you spirit guides don’t have some sort of special apparatus that lets you sense when women get hormy?”
    Andrew chuckled quietly. “I don’t really think I’ve got a monopoly on that particular ability. Do I need to remind you of your past lives and the women you were with?”
    “Okay, point well taken and on that happy note Shilo and I are gonna bid you two a delightful good night and go engage in some torrid sex.”
    Shilo grinned. “I love the way this man thinks!” With that she grabbed Dillon’s hand and dragged him to his feet.
    Brigette giggled as she watched them leave. “That might be Shilo, but she’s got all of Brandy’s passion.”
    Andrew smiled. “Think of Brandy unleashed and that’s Shilo.”
    Dillon and Shilo arrived at their room and were feverishly disrobing almost before the door slammed shut. Moments later the lovers were thrashing and gasping, the erotic sounds of lovemaking filling the air. Shilo’s appetite for sex was voracious and she shrieked, growled and gasped as each wave of orgasm swept over her like hot flames licking her body. In a final burst of ecstacy Dillon and Shilo exploded with mutual orgasms and collapsed onto the bed, dripping with sweat and totally exhausted. They gently drifted off to sleep, the sound of a faraway train whistle sounding in the distance. Soon the familiar sight of a sleek, black locomotive pulling seven railcars behind appeared and came to a stop next to the worn boarding platform spreading into the desert in front of an abandoned railway depot.
    The conductor stepped down onto the platform and greeted Shilo and Dillon with a warm smile. “How was your reunion?”
    Dillon grinned broadly. “It was all we could hope for Jensen, and more. I take it Andrew won’t be joining us?”
    Jensen blushed slightly. “It’s my understanding that Andrew had some unfinished duties to attend to.”
    Shilo giggled loudly. “Well that’s an interesting way to put it. I’m not sure Brigette would appreciate being referred to as a duty though.”
    “Oh! I meant no disrespect.” Jensen’s eyes mirrored his embarrasment. “Andrew’s quite taken with the one you call Brigette. Now come aboard and we’ll be on our way.”
    Shilo and Dillon made their way to the dining car and took a seat at a table by the window. As they sat sipping coffee and enjoying each other’s company a statuesque blond approached and took a seat at the table across the aisle. Dillon glanced up and smiled at her as she sat down. She returned his smile, her gaze steady and strong. There was something familiar about her. Dillon was sure he knew her but the memories of past lifetimes blurred his recollection. Shilo smiled teasingly as she noticed Dillon’s preoccupation with the blond woman across the aisle. “Why not invite your friend to join us,” Shilo suggested.
    Dillon frowned. “I would but I’m not sure she’s the same woman I’m thinking of.”
    “Oh really? There were that many?” Shilo loved to see her man squirm.
    “Now you know what I mean, silly. Fine! I WILL invite her to join us then.” With that Dillon stood and approached the blonde’s table. “Excuse me, but would you care to join us at our table?”
    The blond smiled warmly and peered at Dillon. “Andrew warned me that you might not fully recollect our time together but I remember quite vividly. Yes! I’d love to join you and Brandy, uh, I mean Shilo. It is difficult to remember that you two are the same yet different. Just in case you don’t remember, I’m Katrina.”
    Dillon flashed an embarrased smile. “I do apologize for the memory lapse. It seems I’m still learning to deal with the confluence of memories from more than one lifetime.”
    As the three sat sharing coffee and conversation, the miles melted away like fresh snow on a sunny spring day. The train slowed to a stop,  Dillon smiled and stood up. “This is where we disembark. It’s been wonderful seeing you again. I wish there was more time for us to spend together.”
    Shilo smiled knowingly. “I think your wish is about to come true. Isn’t this you’re destination as well, Katrina?”
    “If it’s what you both wish, it is!” Katrina smiled.
    Dillon put his arms around Shilo and Katrina. “Well that’s an easy question to answer. Come on! Our cabin awaits.”
    A short while later they arrived at the rustic cabin by the ocean. It had been some time since Katrina had last been to the cabin and she smiled as she entered. “It’s just as I remember it! All the magic is here just as it was the last time I visited.”
    “Maybe there’s some magic you haven’t discovered yet.” Shilo smiled coyly.
    “If I haven’t, I’m sure I will!” Katrina returned Shilo’s smile.
    Dillon walked through the door carrying an armload of wood and peeled off several pieces to use as kindling. Moments later a fire was burning in the woodstove and he rummaged through the cupboards, finding a dusty tin high on a shelf. “Ha! Just as I remembered. Vincent’s memories are getting clearer.”
    Shilo grinned. “All of them?”
    Shilo, Dillon and Katrina sat around the rough-hewn table sipping tea and sharing more conversation. Shilo reminisced about  Brandy’s wrestling career and all the crazy times that occurred. The warmth of the summer afternoon combined with the heat from the wood stove and it was becoming increasingly warm in the cabin. Shilo unbuttoned her shirt and slid out of it. She  slowiy unhooked her bra and let her breasts burst free of their constraints.
Without a word, Katrina pulled off her shirt and slipped out of her bra. Dillon smiled slightly as his gaze washed over both women. He assumed an innocent expression and wriggled slightly in his chair. “Damn! You two are makin’ me nervous. What  IS a shy, country boy like me to do?”
    Shilo and Katrina burst into laughter. “Shy? You? Oh ,  that IS good!” Shilo giggled. “I think you’ll figure it all out soon enough.” With a teasing grin, she stood up and let her levis fall to the floor.
    Tugging lightly at her bikini briefs, Shilo smiled wickedly. “I’ll let you two take these off me.” With that she turned and walked to the bed, Dillon following close behind, undressing as he walked across the room. Katrina stood up and stepped out of her pants. A fleeting look of apprehension flashed across her face as she watched Dillon and Shilo standing near the bed, kissing passionately and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. Shilo caught her expression out of the corner of her eye and reached out to Katrina. “Come over here and join us!”
    “Oh I’d love to. It’s just that I’m a little new to this.”
    Dillon grinned. “That’s not the way I remember it. Damn! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a smart-ass.”
    Shilo pulled Katrina closer and stepped back. “Go ahead and show him what happens to smart-asses.”
    An evil smile on her face, Katrina pushed Dillon backward onto the bed and straddled his torso with her thighs. Shilo stood next to the bed, watching Dillon and Katrina as she slowly massaged her breasts. Katrina’s heat washed over Dillon like warm velvet. He reached up and cupped her breasts, one in each hand, his fingers lightly teasing her stiffening nipples. He could hear her breathing quicken as she shifted her body higher on his. Dillon slowly dropped one hand lower, caressing her belly and waist. With a sudden burst of movement Katrina positioned herself on Dillon’s face, her fiery thighs pressed tightly to his head as she felt his lips and tongue eagerly explore her quivering pussy.
    Shilo knelt next to Dillon her hands slowly stroking his inner thighs, her fingers tracing pools of passion on his skin. She continued to tease him, her fingers moving closer to his erect cock. Shilo shifted her position and lay across Dillon, taking his shaft in both hands, her fingers working their magic as she felt his hips surge beneath her. She could hear Katrina’s moans growing louder as she pumped her hips with a steady, staccato rhythm.
    Dillon’s fingers gripped Katrina’s ass cheeks and he pulled her into him, his tongue relentlessly exploring her love canal and love button. Her moans and gasps became shrieks of pleasure as she grabbed his hair wiith both hands and pulled his face tighter into her. “Oh! Oh! God! That feels good!”
    Shilo lowered her head and slowly captured Dillon’s erection with her lips, letting her tongue tease and torture the head of his cock. She could hear his muffled gasps of pleasure. Dillon’s hips moved in unison with Shilo’s oral delight. She could feel him nearing release and gripped the base of his engorged cock. “Not so fast sweet man. We’re just getting started.”
    Screams of ecstacy filled the air, Katrina’s hips pumped wildly and her sweat-streaked face mirrored her intense pleasure. Suddenly she threw her head back and her body shuddered violently as she unleashed a powerful orgasm that swept through her body like a tidal wave of intensity. Dillon’s lips and tongue were still for a moment. “Oh God! Oh! Don’t stop! Oh! More! Give me more!” Katrina continued to ride his face with wild abandon.
    Shilo rolled to her knees and positioned herself between Dillon’s legs, her steamy snatch teasing Dillon’s swollen love pole as she slowly ground her hips into his. She could feel his member penetrating her love canal and gasped with pleasure. Dillon’s hips thrust upward, his body quivering with anticipation. Shilo enjoyed her position of control and continued the erotic torture, grinning wickedly as she watched Katrina wild with arousal. Her movements gradually quickened as her passion grew even hotter. Her inner walls gripped Dillon’s cock and milked it mercilessly. Shilo’s fingers clawed at his hips and she thrust herself forward and back in a frenzy of motion, her hips driving into Dillon’s with powerful lunges.
    Katrina’s face, framed with her tousled blonde hair, mirrored the incredibly pleasurable sensations coursing through her body. She squealed and gasped as she gripped the headboard.  Her love sounds blended with Shilo’s and her body shuddered as she erupted in a burst of warm, wet finality. Katrina fell onto her side, breathing heavily and watching as Shilo neared a climax of her own. Dillon reached up, capturing Shilo’s tits, one in each hand. He pulled and twisted them as his powerful lunges met hers, driving his rod deeper into her hungry love canal. Shilo’s body stiffened and she quivered uncontrollably as flames of completion consumed her body.
    Dillon unleashed a guttural scream of passion, his body arching up to meet Shilo’s as he shot his load deep into her. Katrina was becoming aroused once again as she watched Shilo and Dillon erupt in a volcanic burst of completion.
    An evil smile spread across her face as she rolled over and grabbed Shilo’s arm, pulling her down onto the bed. Much to Katrina’s surprise, Shilo slid out from under her and was suddenly on top. She grinned at Katrina and slowly lowered her head, capturing first one pouting nipple and then the other in her mouth, her tongue dancing lightly on Katrina’s skin. Katrina’s body slowly writhed under Shilo as she felt flames of arousal deep inside. Her hands began to explore Shilo’s body, slowly massaging Shilo’s back muscles and then letting her touch drift farther down Shilo’s body. Shilo moaned with pleasure, sucking harder on Katrina’s nipples. She reached over and retrieved a sex toy from a drawer in the chest next to the bed. It was double-headed and rather large.
    Shilo slowly shifted position, manuevering herself lower on Katrina’s body as she teasingly rubbed the latex love stick up and down Katrina’s upper thighs. Dillon rolled over, watching with fascination as he watched Shilo slowly tease and torture Katrina. Shilo gently nudged Katrina’s swollen pussy lips with the head of the toy, grinning as she watched Katrina grow more and more aroused. She slowly penetrated Katrina’s eager pussy with long, slow strokes. Katrina’s fingers clawed at Shilo’s back and her legs flailed in the air. Shilo lashed out and trapped Katrina’s leg with hers, smiling and obviously enjoying being in control at least for the moment. With one hand she continued to pump the love toy in and out as her other hand worked a magical rhythm on Katrina’s plump love button.
    Gasps and shrieks filled the air as Katrina thrashed like a wildcat. It was all Shilo could do to maintain her position. Suddenly she pulled the love toy free and rolled on top of Katrina, her thighs encircling Katrina’s head. “Oh! Oh! Finish me! You bitch!”
    Shilo grinned sadistically. “Don’t worry, I’m just getting started.” With that she lunged forward burying her face in Katrina’s steamy muff. The women rolled over, muffled shrieks of pleasure filling the air. Shilo hugged Katrina’s thighs, slapping and clawing at her ass cheeks.
Katrina’s fingers gripped Shilo’s hips as she thrashed and struggled. Dillon was becoming more and more aroused. The scene unfolding on the bed next to him was nearly more than he could stand.
    Suddenly the scene before his eyes was shattered by the sound of a telephone ringing. Dillon rolled over and glanced at Shilo sleeping beside him. The smile on her face intrigued him. It appeared her dream was incredibly pleasant. Another burst of sound shook him fully awake and he grabbed the phone, answering with a growl. “This better be one hell of an important phone call!”