How They Met (Two Foamers in Love)

I am off for the next two weeks. That’s because the schools have closed down for Christmas Break.

Today I drove to a train show that my city is hosting to see what railroad artifacts I could purchase.

I have $100 in my pocket that I had been saving for this event for the last few weeks.

As I am looking at some vintage brakeman’s lanterns, there is a cute young lady standing near me.

I look at her and she smiles at me, brightly.

Politely, I smile back.

She walks away and I continue to look at the lanterns. All of the antique models are out of my price range, but then I see an unused mint in the box Star 2012 LED Trainman’s lantern.

So I ask the vendor, “How much for this modern day lantern?”

“$55.” He replies.

“You got yourself a deal! I’ll make it an early Christmas gift for myself.” I tell him and pay him the cash.

“Excellent choice.” He tells me, shakes my hand and hands me the lantern. I leave his table and continue to look around.

Suddenly, my scanner clipped to my pants pocket begins talking. It’s a train dispatcher discussing a signal indication with an engineer.

I hold it up to my head so I can get a better reception.

The young lady walks up to me and asks, “What is that old phone looking device you’re listening to?”

“That’s a scanner,” I reply, “It allows me to listen in on the railroad workers comminicating on their two way radios.”

“That is so cool!” She says, then continues, “I didn’t know there was such a thing.”

“I take it you like trains. That’s cool, I wish more women and girls liked trains.”

“I think trains are the neatest invention ever.”

“There’s an awkward silence, but then the young lady says, “You’re cute. Could I have your number?”

“How old are you?” I ask.

“It’s impolite to ask a girl her age.”

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be impolite, but I would give you my number if you can prove you’re at least eighteen-you look young and I don’t want to mess with jailbait.”

“I see what you mean. But I am twenty two going on twenty three and I can show you my I.D. card.”

She pulls it out and shows me. Her birthdate does indeed show that she is indeed twenty two going on twenty three.”

“I’m sorry I doubted you, but I thought you would have been only fifteen or sixteen.”

“Awe thanks for the compliment!” She says then pecks me on the cheek.

I am shocked but equally turned on.

There is an awkward silence but then she says, “You told me you would give me your phone number if I could prove to you that I am at least eighteen.”

“You’re right. I’ll give you my number.” I tell her.

She pulls out her smartphone and I call it out.

“Do you want my number as well?”

“Yes,” I tell her.

“Do you have your phone on you?”


“Then I’ll call it out and you enter it in your phone.”

“Will do.”

I then pull my phone from my pocket and she dictates her number to me. I add her information to my contact list.

She then asks me, “How old are you? You know my age but I don’t know yours.”

“I’m thirty going on thirty-one.”

“How can that be? I thought you would be no older than twenty five. I still like you though.”

“I guess I look young because I never had kids with anyone. Children will age you quickly.”

“I don’t have any kids either. But since you have no kids and I have no kids, we can be totally dedicated to each other.”

“That much is true!” I say.

She smiles and holds my hand.

Together, we then walk around the event center, then she asks me “So I know you like to listen in on railroad workers, is there anything else you like about trains?”

“I like to watch trains in real life and I also like to collect railroad tools and artifacts, like this lantern I bought today,” I show her the lantern, then ask, “What about you?”

“I like to learn about this history of all the railroads and I was looking for some books and DVDs.”

“Do you like to go near the tracks and watch trains?”

“I would love to do that, but I cannot drive.”

“Maybe one day I could take you.”

“You really would?”

“Of course. It could be like a date!”

Her eyes light up and she pecks me on the cheek again.

I blush and I am very turned on. Here is a girl who is into trains and she likes me. Every other girl I tried to date got annoyed with my train hobby and I never got too far with any of them. But this girl on the other hand, she seems a little odd but still very perfect for me.

We walk up to another table where the vendor is selling historical railroad DVDs.

She looks at the DVD’s with excitement. There are two that she is particularly interested in: National Geographic’s Love Those Trains and Switzerland’s Amazing Train Rides.

“How much for these?” She asks the vendor.

“$15 for the Swiss video and $22 for the Nat Geo one.”

She looks at her checking account balance on her smartphone, then, says, “I don’t have enough for both.”

I then tell her, “I’ll get them for you.”

“You really would?”

“Of course.”

“Oh thank you! I’ll pay you back on the first of the month.”

“No need, consider it a Christmas gift.”

She pecks me on the cheek once more and I hand her the DVDs.

We then go sit on a bench outside and talk more.

“Where do you work that you have all this money?” She asks me.

“I work for the school board. I help maintain and repair all of the mechanical stuff.”

“So you’re Mister Fix It?”

“I guess you could call me that,” I pause then continue, “I really wish, though, that I could work for the railroads, just something, anything with trains. But I don’t have the right qualifications, especially in this economy.”

“My dad knows people who could get you a job like that. Maybe he could help you.”

“Oh I don’t know.”

“Where do you live?”

“In an apartment all by myself. I’m trying to get my credit really good because there is land I want to purchase southwest of the city. It sells for dirt cheap and it is located right next to the railroad line.

“That’s neat. I still live with my parents and they are very over protective. At least you have your own place, so count your blessings.”

“Would your parents be all right about us being together?”

“I sure hope so, because I really like you!”

She pecks me on the cheek again.

I look into her eyes and she smiles brightly at me.

She then asks, “Are you ever going to kiss me or am I just going to keep kissing you?”

“I can kiss you, I just don’t want to over step my bounds.”

“You won’t over step your bounds, now give me a kiss.”

We close our eyes, our faces meet and our lips lock.

“That was wonderful!” She says with excitement, “Did you like it too?”

I nod with a soft smile.

We kiss again.

She moans with ecstacy.

Suddenly her phone rings.

She answers it, “Hi mom.” “Yes I had a good time.” “I met someone special.” “No he’s very different.” “He’s so sweet and he even bought me some train DVDs!” “Please give him a chance.” “Please give him a chance.” “If you don’t give him a chance I will do something not nice.” “Okay I’ll be waiting outside of the event center.” “Okay, bye.”

She looks at me with sad eyes and says, “My parents are coming pick me up. I want to be with you so much, but I’m afraid my parents will give you a hard time.”

“I’ll be willing to make it work.”

“Well still you better go elsewhere for now. I’ll try to call you later tonight.”

We kiss once more, then embrace. Afterwards I stand in the doorway and watch her walk up to her parents’ mini van, a maroon Ford Windstar…

With only $8 left in my pocket I head to my apartment and listen to train traffic on my scanner…

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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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