Pilot (Two Foamers in Love)

My life may not be glamorous, but I think it is at least interesting. I made thirty-one this year and at least my life seems to be headed in mostly the right direction. I bought a piece of land with a trailer. It may be out in the sticks, but at least it’s mine. The property was so cheap because a mainline railroad passes directly in front of it. Most people hate trains but I find them so interesting.

So does my my wife. In fact, we met at a train show a a year ago and have been together ever since. A few weeks ago, we were married.  At first her parents were over protective and tried to keep us apart, but then they finally accepted me and now they even like me. She is twenty three and has special needs, but I love her and cannot picture myself with anyone else. I know she is eight years my junior and people make comments about our age difference from time to time. I guess it is because they assume we don’t have much in common and I’m just after her for sex. Her disability many times reinforces these comments and beliefs. Yes, she is mildly Autistic, but very high functioning. She also has heart defects. I see past these issues and love her for her. She sees past my various faults and bad habits and loves me for me. Doesn’t everyone deserve to be loved? For those who think we don’t have much in common, they are dead wrong. We both like trains. I also greatly enjoy reading all the stories she writes. And finally, we are passionately attracted to each other physically. Maybe those around us are just simply jealous because of all this.

After a series of lay offs, I finally secured at decent job at a chemical plant. It is a two hour drive west of where I live and situated on the same railroad line that runs in front of my property. It would really be nice if the government could put a commuter train on this line so I wouldn’t have to incur so much wear and tear on my aging truck, a 1997 Dodge Ram. I won’t hold my breath for that to happen though.

I get up early every morning that I work and fire up my truck. The ride is long and stressful at times, since it is on a two lane highway with no shoulder for most of the route. It is especially dangerous in fog or rain, but I pray every time I take the road. I installed a scanner in my dash so I can hear the communications of train crews, maintenance workers and dispatchers for the mainline. It keeps me entertained and informed during my work otherwise boring commute. When I arrive at my job there is a list of tasks for me to complete. The work is not very stimulating, but a job is a job. At least it pays my bills, puts food on my table and gives me and my wife some cash for our train hobbies. I help keep the pipes in order, write various logs, clean the tanks and other mundane tasks. What I do enjoy though is when I get to clean rolling stock from the trains that serve the plant-that way I get to see the trains in the receiving and shipping area.

Another day is done on this brisk December evening. The sun is almost set and I have just clocked out of work. From my personal locker, I pull out my Kyocera DuraForce Pro smartphone my call my wife.

By the light of my work issued Energizer Intrinsically Safe Flashlight I leave the building and walk through to the parking lot as the I hear the ringing signal.

“Hello.” She finally answers.

“Hey, I just got off of work and I’ll be home in about two hours.”

“Be careful, I can’t wait to see you!”

“I will and I can’t wait to see you either.”

“How was your day?”

“Same old. I got to see the chemical unit train arrive at the plant during my lunch break.”

“Cool! Did you get any pictures?”

“A few on my smartphone. Do you want me to send them to you?”

“No, show me when you get home. I don’t want you texting and driving.”

“Will do.”

“What did you do today?”

“Watched the local freight trains pass through and did a little writing.”

“You write beautifully. I can’t wait to see what you wrote today.”

“You inspired it last night. Are you going to inspire me more tonight?”

“Your wish is my command!”

“I can’t wait!”

“Well I’m at my truck now and you know how narrow the highway is. I’ve got to keep both hands on the wheel.”

“Okay, well I love you, bae. Be safe.”

“I love you too. Wait when I get home!”

We then hang up.

I unlock my truck, enter it and fire it up. Thank God the engine turns on with no trouble. After I put my truck in gear and turn on the headlights, I switch my scanner on and monitor the railroad channels. I head back east to my trailer where my wife waits for me. About thirty minutes into my ride the scanner begins to talk. I hear the engineer of a westbound manifest train. He is coming in almost crystal clear. I keep one eye on the road ahead of me and one eye on the tracks. It’s getting harder and harder to see with the sun down though. Finally I see the head light and ditch lights and then hear the whistle. If the road had a shoulder, I would pull over and watch it, so I just slow down. I keep going slowly until horns are sounded at me from impatient drivers. So I speed up and miss the tail end of the train. It’s dark by now anyway so I cannot see the train to begin with. I drive on. The scanner is quiet and has been for a while. I look at my Casio G-Shock. It reads 7:15, that means if all goes well I should be home in give or take forty five minutes. I keep driving after a while, my scanner begins to talk again. There is another westbound, a maintenance train, hauling welded rails. The line has been replacing the rails for the past few weeks now. I pull into a filling station and wait for the train. I pick up the EOT transmission on my scanner. Since it is lit fairly decent in this area, I pull out my smartphone and turn on the camcorder feature. The train sound’s its whistle and I press record. I catch the ditch lights flashing and the bright headlight. The train comes and goes. I fill up my truck, then buy two soft drinks, a Cherry Vanilla Pepsi for me and a Big Shot Creme Soda for my wife. Caffeine is detrimental to her heart, so I’m careful watch what drinks I buy her. After paying for my fuel and drinks I get back on the road. The yellow lines are hypnotizing me so I take a sip of my drink and look at my watch. It’s 7:43. At least I’m on time, and almost to my home town. I keep driving. The scanner talks but it’s distant dispatch towers I am picking up. There will be trains coming through in a while, but I’ll be home doing other things. Finally, I arrive at my drive way and pull in, crossing the tracks. I carefully look both ways and proceed, after confirming that no train is coming. I knock on my front door and look at my watch. The time is 8:02. My wife rushes up to me. She jumps into my arms. We embrace and she wraps her legs around me.

“Finally you’re home. I missed you so much bae.”

“I missed you too,” I tell her with a kiss.

“I made us dinner-white beans and fried catfish.”

“Awesome! Thank you, bae. I’m starved,” I pause, then continue, “I got you a Creme Soda.”

“Good, I’ve been wanting something sweet.”

We sit down and eat dinner.

Afterwards we relax on the sofa. I show her the pictures and videos of the trains I saw during the day.

She then reads her stories to me.

Soon we are in the mood for intimacy, her stories usually bring out that sort of mood.

With that, we go to bed together.

Passionately, we make love.

As we begin to climax a long freight train passes near my property. It makes the whole trailer vibrate. The engineer sounds the whistle right as the train crosses my driveway. This would annoy most people to the maximum degree but we thoroughly enjoy it.

After the bursting of release, we cuddle into the night.

“Do you have to work tomorrow or are you off?”

“I could get overtime, but I’d rather spend the weekend with you.”

“Good bae, I’ve been missing you all week.”

“Then let’s spend the day together tomorrow.”

Soon we fall asleep in each other’s arms…

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