Introducing Ms. Lynda Turner, an attractive, late twenty-something blond woman with a sweet young daughter, a good body and a bad attitude. Recently she has become more and more unhappy with the hand that she feels fate has dealt her. She's convinced she deserves a new hand and has decided that she's ready to go to any lengths to get it. The problem is the new cards she's being dealt are coming directly from - the Twilight Zone.

Chapter One

Curt Whitman stopped on the top of grassy knoll, he had a light sweat on his face from his brisk mile walk out here from the ranch house. He stood looking east into the pink and blue sky as the sun came up over the distant hills. The cool breeze dried the sweat on face quickly. He loved it here in the high country of Northwestern Montana. His horse ranch covered over fifty thousand acres right at the base of the Rockies. His spread was nestled against Glacier National Park on the west and the million acre Blackfeet Indian Nation on the east and north. Five days a week he worked running his large trucking company headquartered out of Billings, weekends were spent on his ranch, far from the flat plains that surrounded the central Montana city. He was taking a rare mid-week break from his company; it had been so hot this summer in Billings that he just had to get to the ranch. Curt closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath of the cool mountain air, filling his lungs with the pure beauty of his land.

A few hundred miles to the east Lynda Turner woke up covered in a thin layer of sweat. The pillowcase under her head was even damp from her perspiration. She opened her eyes as the light from the summer sun spilled into the room through a gap in the curtains. The young woman glanced to her right at the digital clock on her bedside table, it was dark, no glowing red numbers showed on its black plastic face.. Shit, she thought, the electricity in her trailer had been turned off again, no wonder it was hot, no air conditioning. She sat up and turned to the large, hairy man sleeping naked on the bed next to her. She grabbed his meaty, tattooed shoulder and angrily shook him.

"Leon, Leon! You rotten bastard, did you pay the electric bill with the money I gave you last week? Leon, wake-up you bastard." The heavy, hairy man stirred slightly, he too was covered in a thin film of sweat.

"Uhmm, I was uhhh..." the man drifted back to sleep. Lynda shook him harder.

"Leon, you fat, hairy bastard, wake up and tell me what you did with the money I gave you to pay the electric, they shut it off again you son-of-a-bitch." Lynda was pissed, and her tone roused Leon from his sleep. He raised up on one elbow and looked at her through barely open eyes.

"I was going to pay it babe, but I really needed just a little pick-me-up and I figured I'd have the money Monk owed me by now, sorry babe, I'll roust the motherfucker out today and get what he owes me." Leon flopped down and drifted back to sleep as he rolled over on his back, his thick cock flopping over on his thigh, his chest and stomach covered in a damp mat of black hair. Lynda was furious, just as she had figured, the money she gave him to go pay the electric bill had gone up his nose in several lines of coke. She couldn't understand why she stayed with this biker loser. Except the one before him had been worse she remembered shaking her head, at least Leon never hit her. She might have to get rid of him anyway, she mused, he had started looking at Beth, her thirteen-year-old daughter, with way too much interest. Her daughter would be out of school for summer break in a few weeks, what was she going to do with Beth home all day with Leon - what the hell was with men and pussies, even the ones on little girls? Show them one and they had to go after it.

"You'd better get the money today and have the electricity back on before I get back from work today you asshole, or I'll take a hammer to that fuckin' bike of yours." She took her foot and shoved him on the hip, rolling him over on his right side and almost off the bed. As she got up she heard him let loose with a long, liquid-sounding fart. The room instantly filled with a terrible odor. She fled the bedroom for the bathroom. I swear to God, she thought for the thousandth time, there has to be more to life that this.

Stepping out of her cold shower she peered into the chipped mirror on the bathroom wall. Shit, it was so dark in here with no electric light she was never going to be able to put on her makeup or pin up her wet hair. She sure as hell wasn't going back into the bedroom without a gas mask and that was the only other mirror in the whole trailer. She turned and pulled open the curtains that covered the window over the shower/bathtub. Daylight flooded the room. She knew that in less than a minute old man Johnston in the trailer next to hers would be at his window with his binoculars. Well, fuck him, she thought. If he wanted to jack off while looking her tits as she put on her makeup let him, she could care less, it was too fucking hot to put on her heavy robe. The whole day had turned to shit. She was going to be late to work, no hair dryer, no coffee, no nothing. She swore that if the fuckhead Leon didn't get the electricity on before she got home she would take the hammer to him after she pounded on his precious Harley. On her way out the door she woke up Beth and gave her the bad news about no hot water. Before her daughter could start on her about Leon again Lynda quickly fled the trailer. ......(cont)