Love Knows No Color Pt. 27

Heading into the sweeping right hand curve that cut across the family farm, I looked for Kenny and Edie on the old iron bridge. Much to my surprise, Mom was there with the kids, Miracle in her arms. Brittany and Ethan jumped up and down excitedly as Shavonda blew the horn and rang the bell. Throwing open the cab windows, she leaned out and waved to them as we went through.

Soon, the reason for our bad signals became apparent. Just after passing under the iron bridge, we passed the fourth and final eastbound. By this time, Clem had taken the controls back over as we entered the Ray tunnel, prepared to stop at the signal on the other side. We emerged just as the rear end of the eastbound cleared the switches. Our stop signal changed to red over green, and Clem pulled out the throttle as we crossed over to the other track. "Guys, we have a problem," Kenny called over the ham radio. "There's men working up here at KR,"

"Shit," I exclaimed, turning to Clem. "We don't want them to see us get off. What do we do now?"

"Tell him to meet you at the lower horseshoe," Clem said, "Does he know where that's at?" I nodded. Clem continued, "I'm not worried about them seeing us, for me. I retire in January. But I don't want to get the others in trouble." He turned to Scott. "Looks like the dispatcher took that little stunt of yours seriously." He laughed. "I bet he's got the signalmen out trying to find out why you got a stop signal this morning. Little do they know it was green the whole time." He chuckled, thinking about the poor signal maintainer out tracing circuits looking for a problem that didn't exist.

"We're going to the lower horseshoe," I told Kenny. "They got us on two now. Are we going around somebody?"

"Ore train," came the reply. I remembered the train. We'd passed it by going into Moss Run with our coal train. Now, we'd dropped off our train, made the turn, and caught up to it.

"Well, since there's people around, you'd better let me take over," Clem told Shavonda. "But you did good." Shavonda smiled as she relinquished the seat.

Emerging from the summit tunnel at KR, we passed the helpers on the train, overtaking it as it started its down the long descent to Norcross. About a half mile below KR, we passed Kenny and Edie again where a farm road crossed the tracks, then about a mile further we finally passed the locomotives pulling the iron ore train.

The rest of the trip was spectacular. We continued our descent through a wide spot in the valley dotted with cow pastures. Soon the valley narrowed, and the valley flor rapidly dropped away in the narrow gorge. The sun had broken through the clouds as we wound our way along the mountainside a couple hundred feet above the creek. A short tunnel brought us into Foster, where we crossed back over to the right-hand track, safely ahead of the iron ore train. Two more short tunnels and a sharp curve to the left brought us to the sweeping right hand curve of the upper horseshoe, about half of it on a trestle about a hundred feet high. The effect was not unlike flying as we squealed through the curve, a few scattered houses far below.

We continued to hug the mountainside, far above the limestone quarries in the valley below. The line abruptly curved up a side hollow and into another short tunnel. Emerging from the darkness, we curved along a spectacular bluff high above the New River. After a couple of miles descending the bluff, we curved away from the river toward the lower horseshoe. The bridge at Norcross and our line of railroad were plainly visible across the valley toward to curve. We curved around the hillside and...there it was in all its glory. The lower horseshoe curved across the valley on a low embankment. Above it, Butt Mountain towered 2500 feet in brilliant sunlight.

Kenny and Edie were waiting at the lower end of the horseshoe. As we ground to a stop. I reluctantly retrieved my camera from where it had been recording video of our cab ride. We shook hands and thanked everybody for a wonderful day, then I helped my wife down the steep stairwell to the ground. Clem gave us a couple of toots on the horn as we waved goodbye and watched our locomotives disappear around the hillside. We greeted Kenny and Edie, deciding to hike down the line around the bend to where we'd photographed the horseshoe the summer before. This time, the light was in our favor, and we climbed the hillside to await the iron ore train.

As we waited, Kenny explained that he'd stopped at a gas station that had a pay phone and called Mom, alerting her we were on our way back. She'd gathered up the kids and given us a nice surprise on the iron bridge. Shavonda remembered we still hadn't eaten the turkey sandwiches we'd packed for lunch. We were so enthralled with our trip we'd forgotten about them. Now, we wolfed them down with warm cans of Dr Pepper as we basked in the afternoon sunlight.

When it finally showed up, the ore train made a spectacular show as it howled and squealed through the horseshoe. With the mountain towering above in brilliant sunlight it made for a perfect picture in what had become one of my favorite places. It was a fitting way to end a wonderful day.

When we arrived back at the farmhouse, Brittany greeted us at the door. "Daddy! Mama Von! We made cookies!" The house smelled deliciously warm, of baking chocolate peepers. Mom had showed them how to make my all-time favorite cookie, chocolate with a melted marshmallow inside, and sugar sprinkled on top. I could barely wait for them to come out of oven,

Ethan had a different comment: "Mama Von ran the train," he laughed.

"Yes, she did," I said. "I'm so proud of her."

Later that night, we hooked the laptop up to my parents' tv and watched to video both Kenny and I had taken of our day.

That night, we took a quick shower before crawling, exhausted into bed. I snuggled into Shavonda's soft body for warmth and was soon asleep.

I awoke with a start to Shavonda pushing me off of her and hitting me. "No!" she screamed, "Not the baby!" I gently shook her awake. She glistened in the dim light in a cold sweat. She looked at me for a minute before realizing who I was.

Oh, Jason," she said. "It was horrible! I dreamed I was run off the road by a police car, and it was Officer Shoemaker and Tony. They were planning on taking me, one in my mouth and one in my ass, then cutting my baby out of my womb. I could hear the baby screaming 'Mommy! Don't let them kill me!" She collapsed into my side sobbing.

"Shhh," I soothed. "It's OK. Both of them are dead. They can't hurt you anymore."

"But they can," she sobbed, "and they do. They're in my head. Why won't they leave?"

"I've got you now," I said. "You're mine. They have to come through me to get to you. You tell them that." I was pissed. Pissed that they'd tried to abuse her, that they HAD abused her. That, even though they were gone, they were STILL abusing her. And pissed that I felt so powerless to stop it. The only thing I could do was be there for her, no matter what. "And tell them that ALL your babies, even TJ, are mine. And that if they want to hurt them they have to come through me. I ain't afraid of no ghosts."

I stroked her hair and rubbed her naked back, reveling in the soft crush of her breasts against my side. God I was getting turned on. I couldn't help myself. She was a goddess, a beautiful creature who'd stolen my very soul. The desire to connect with her intimately, over and over, was overwhelming. But I held back. Shavonda was vulnerable right now. She'd just had a nightmare about being raped, and I wasn't going to hurt her anymore. So, I contented myself with touching her, and her soft, dark sexy skin that smelled faintly of cocoa butter. She deserved this. She deserved to be comforted. The rest would come when she was ready. She was addicted to me as I was her. It was only a matter of time. And when she was ready, I'd make love to her with my whole body, with a gentle, healing touch. I could wait. It was hard, very hard, but I could wait.

In the morning, Shavonda acted like nothing had happened. It was like she had forgotten she'd ever had the nightmare. She was all over me, kissing and fondling me in the morning light, I let her hands wander, but did some exploring of my own, steering things my way. I'm sure the way she was feeling she'd have given me one hell of a blowjob. She'd been doing that a lot more lately. Evidently pregnancy had already kicked her hormones into high gear. But that wasn't where I wanted this to go this morning,

I slid down the bed and concentrated on her feet, kneading the soles in the way I knew she loved so much. "Lay back and enjoy," I told her. "This morning is all about you. You had a rough night." She moaned appreciatively as I kissed the soles of her feet, then took each for in my mouth. I lavished attention on her feet, loving them the way I loved her, savoring them, until she sat up and pulled her foot away. I took her other leg, kissing my way up her inner thigh, licking, nibbling as she squealed in delight. Her laughter filled the room as I continued up her body, switching from inner thighs to her hip, avoiding the obvious place, the one we both wanted my mouth to be.

Along the way, I paid attention to the spots I knew she responded to. Part of the fun with Shavonda was finding the spots that made her squirm in pleasure. The narrowest part of her hip was one spot, and the back of her knees was another. But this morning, Shavonda was hot, and as I sucked hard on her hip, she shuddered and moaned through her first orgasm. She'd already came, and I hadn't even touched any of her intimate parts yet.

Shavonda pushed my head down into her crotch. "Get to it boy," she panted. "It ain't gonna eat itself." She spread her legs wide, giving me a beautiful view of her slice of heaven, puffy brown lips slightly parted to reveal her pink tunnel, glistening with her juices and topped by a patch of tight black curls. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her arousal as she hooked her legs over my shoulders and pulled me into position. Damn, boo! You want it, you're gonna get it.

Gently spreading her labia further with my fingers, I licked her slit up and down, felt her clit pulse as I grazed it. She was close. Again. I gently licked her outer lips, as she bucked her hips upward trying desperately for penetration. Gently blowing on her private area, I saw her shudder. I worked one finger into her tight hole, curling it upward to find her G spot. There it was. Rubbing it in a circular motion brought her over the edge, and as I worked a second finger inside her I felt her walls close around my fingers, trying to suck them inside, trying to milk them of the juices they could not provide. It was nothing we hadn't done many times before, yet this time was different. This time she seemed...stronger. Her grip on my fingers was tighter than I'd ever felt before.

I let her spasms subside, enjoying the massage she was giving my fingers, imagining it was my manhood being caressed. Damn her! Now I wanted to fuck! But that wasn't what I intended to do just yet. Shavonda lay there, chest heaving, nipples swollen and erect, eyes glazed with lust. Looking into her eyes, I slowly licked her juices off my fingers. "Damn you taste good," I teased. She weakly pushed my head back down.

Now it was time to get down to business. Working my tongue over her clit I felt Shavonda jump. Good. I loved it when she was this responsive. I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it. She squirmed in delight, her moans filling the room. After lavishing attention on her clit for a few minutes, I moved my tongue lower and entered her soaked pussy. I was as aroused as she was, my hardness rubbing against the bedsheets. Shavonda knew this, but because of my position couldn't reach it. She was helpless and at my mercy.

I felt her hands on the back of my head, holding me in place as yet another orgasm wracked her body. She ground herself into my face as she came, her moans now a strangled cry. And I kept on swirling my tongue inside her as I worked my upper lip over her swollen clit. Her juices flooded my mouth as I kept on licking. I was enjoying this as much as she was. By now, Shavonda was a quivering mess. Her body trembled at my touch.

"Jason, Jason!" she moaned, "Stop! Please..." And she went over the edge yet again, moaning "Oh no..." as her legs clamped around my head in a desperate attempt to dislodge me from my prize. Oh, so you want to play, do you? I've got just the thing...

I pulled my lips and tongue from her gaping hole and started to pull away. Shavonda relaxed her legs, thinking I was done. But I wasn't. With my queen lulled into thinking I was done, I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her body. Shavonda anticipated my move, and, thinking I was about to slide up her body and impale her with my rock-hard dick, lifted her hips to meet me. But I didn't slither up her body. Instead, she'd unwittingly given me the access I craved to her special spot. And by the time she realized that, it was too late.

I latched onto the spot where her inner thigh met her ass cheek. The spot I knew drove her wild like no other. The spot that gave her unendurable pleasure. Nibbling it with my lips, I heard her growl. Good. That'll teach her to mess with me. I gently took the sensitive flesh between my teeth and sucked, giving her a hickey in the process. The growl grew louder, an unearthly rumble of pure bliss. Shavonda tried to straighten her legs and dislodge me, but somehow I hung on until the growl faded to an exhausted whimper.

Finally, I had mercy on her. I extricated myself from between her legs and stood at the foot of the bed. Shavonda lay there, panting, exhausted. "I'ma...Get...You,,,,,," she whispered breathlessly. I just smiled at her like the cat that caught the mouse. Or was it the mouse that caught the cat? After all, I'd just eaten the best pussy in the world.

Shavonda lay there, powerless to move as I positioned myself alongside her. I rolled her on her side and entered her tight heat from behind, spoon style. Her inner walls clutched at me as I pushed my way inside her depths. She was powerless to resist, but that also meant she was powerless to respond as well. Her body trembled as I had my way with her. I took my time, slowing my roll when I got close, speeding up when I needed the stimulation. All the while, enjoying the feel of her slippery flesh engulfing mine. When I heard her snore, I realized she'd fallen asleep on me, so I let myself go, and finished quickly. My long pent up orgasm shot from my body into hers, in long forceful spurts.

Laying there in the afterglow, I gently played with her nipple, almost falling back asleep myself. But Miracle was starting to stir in her daybed, and I got up to take care of her. After changing her diaper, I picked her up and headed downstairs, letting Shavonda have her well-deserved rest.

Downstairs, Grandma and Mom gave me funny looks. "Is she still alive?" Mom asked.

"I think so," I quipped. "If she isn't, at least she died happy."

We'd sept in, and it was much later than we normally had breakfast. Mom had made the pancakes she always did when we were there. They had been sitting for a couple of hours since Dad had left for work. But, reheated, they were good anyway. I doused my stack with syrup and shared them with my baby girl. Miracle always loved the sweet taste of syrup saturated pancakes.

After breakfast, I took the kids for a drive down to the village. It was hunting season, and much as I wanted to take them for a walk, I didn't want to take a chance on them in the woods. So instead, I took them down to the local store and bought them each a bag of penny candy.

We spent the day leisurely relaxing, eating leftover turkey on home made bread. Around lunchtime, Shavonda stumbled her way downstairs. She took one look at me and shook her head. Muttering something under her breath. I didn't care. We'd both gotten what we wanted.

The next morning, we went to church with the family before starting our long journey home. Kenny and Edie followed us, and we stopped in Morgantown at a Cici's pizza at the kids' request. I swear we spent more on video games there than we did on the food. But everybody was happy, and all was right with the world.

Thoroughly relaxed, I started back to work. The week went quickly until Thursday, but it had turned much colder. High winds plagued my usual Thursday run to State College and Lewistown. Every stop on my run took longer because every time I opened the side curtains on my trailer, the winds would catch the curtain, blowing it almost horizontal. With the curtain whipping around, the buckles that secured its bottom to the trailer, and the pole on the end where it fastened to the trailer became potentially lethal weapons. The pole was especially dangerous, as it was heavy to begin with. And once I grabbed ahold of it to wind it back into the trailer to secure the curtain, the wind kept pulling it off the winch I used to crank it shut. The result was an exhausting day.

The worst was yet to come. I secured the curtain in Lewistown and started back to Pittsburgh with an empty trailer. But about halfway back, the wind, which got inside the trailer through holes in the roof and side curtains, ripped the rear end of the curtain free from the clip that secured it to the rear of the trailer, Her I was, tooling down the Pennsylvania Turnpike in a blizzard with very little visibility, with a curtain billowing out 5 feet from the trailer. Luckily, it wasn't on the driver's side, so there was no danger of it hitting another vehicle and causing an accident. But I obviously couldn't continue at speed like that. And there was no place to pull over and wait for help.

I did pull over, just barely off the highway, and walked back to assess the damage. The curtain was too far gone for me to fix myself. I made a call to the corporate emergency hotline, informed them of the situation, and limped along on the berm to the next exit.

Finding a spot to park the truck, I called the hotline back, and told the person there I couldn't move the trailer in the condition it was in. He came up with several hairbrained ideas to solve the problem. It was obvious he'd never seen one of these trailers before. Eventually, he called for a service truck.

When the truck arrived, it was well after dark. The only thing he could do was pull both curtains to the rear of the trailer and strap them to the rear doors. I started on my way with a now open sided trailer.

A few miles down the highway, the lights of an overtaking vehicle revealed something that made my blood run cold. The wind, now with nothing to stop it, had gotten up under the roof and blown out the roof supports. They were merrily flapping in the breeze, aluminum posts that were swinging about 5 feet into the other lane. Once again I pulled as far off the road as I could and put the posts back in place. I notified my boss Nick of my troubles and attempted to limp along at reduced speed to the next exit. But the posts blew out again, and it was obvious they were going to keep doing that as long as I drove. I had already passed my 14 hours of duty and was running under a provision that allowed me an extra 2 hours drive time in an emergency.

At the New Stanton exit, I found a place to park the truck and informed Nick I was going no further. We decided that I'd stay in a motel at company expense, then drop the trailer in the morning and bob tail back to Pittsburgh for my next load. Luckily, the motel was right across the street from the truck, and it was a decent one. I'd have a comfortable place to sleep.

I called Shavonda and informed her of the situation. Neither of us was happy about it. It was the first night I'd spent without her in over two years. I tossed and turned all night. I just couldn't sleep without the love of my life.