He rolled off of her, thanked her for sex, and cuddled her into his strong arms. It was coming closer. She was sure that she could hear the train coming. It helped that the engineer had held that horn blast for so long. The End
Laura and Ross
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She was barefoot and standing about twenty-five feet away from the tracks on a concrete block that diverts a small stream from washing out the tracks. Her husband had set up a video camera too. They had parked their car at a crossing near there on several occasions and that commuter train was very punctual, five twenty-seven on the dot, day after day. Her husband Ross was sort of hiding behind a bush with a camera. They knew the schedule. Now she knew. She could not stop, get dressed, or run for cover until at least twelve cars had
