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Subject: {ASSM} (Birth) "Mystery Train" (MF)
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This story is copyrighted by me. This story is also for Alexis
Seifret's Birthday Celebration so why would you steal someone's
birthday gift you big meanie?
This story is inspired by the Elvis song, "Mystery Train",
lyrics of which can be found
here-http://isuisse.ifrance.com/cd-elvis-presley-com-elvis-king/b
aselyrics/mystery_train.html
For Alexis' birthday I tried to write a story that I thought
Alexis would write if she had the time and the Elvis inclination.
Happy Birthday Alexis!
"Mystery Train"
By Shon Richards
The train I rode was sixteen coaches long. That's all I really
knew for sure about the mystery train. Oh I knew it goes more
places in a single night than is possible. I knew it used to
stop outside my house every moonless night until my curiosity
compelled me to board it one lucky night. I also
knew that some nights the coaches are from the Victorian era
while on other nights the cars are sleek and modern. But those
details changed fluidly from time to time like characteristics in
a dream. All I really knew was that the train she rides is
sixteen coaches long.
I should mention Jane. There are no conductors or attendants
but there was always Jane. The first time I boarded that train
and every time I was on board, she was there. Tall, willowy and
very pale, she was never timid. She welcomed me onto the train
with a firm handshake and a smirking smile. I asked her what she
knew about the train but she would tell me nnothing except that
the train she rides is sixteen coaches long.
The train speed through great forests and a barren dessert that
first night. We passed the time talking about books and types of
honey. Jane was very smart and often funny in a self-deprecating
kind of way. We ate a meal in a dining car that had no waiters.
She asked a lot about me, but never offered anything about
herself. I didn't pry. It was enough just to be with her.
In the morning the train stopped at my house. I was reluctant
to debark. Jane assured me that the train would return. I
watched the long black train take Jane away and I wonder if it
would ever come back again.
I went to work despite being up all night. For some reason I
was never tired. It was as if I had slept the night after all.
There were times that day (and many days afterwards) when I
wondered if it was all a dream.
The next night, the train came around the bend. The train came
every night from then on. Every time I saw it, my heart leaped
and for eight months I don't think I slept a single night. It
was okay. I had Jane and she was better than any dream.
We traveled to different lands every night. One time we went
through a frozen wonderland where pale bears played by a lake.
Another night we passed through a strange city where the lights
were all green. Some nights, other people would board and Jane
would greet each one as warmly as she greeted me. She would let
them off in other lands and sometimes check up on them. I was
the only one she picked up every night though. I hoped it was
because of love.
It might sound odd to fall in love with such a mysterious woman
on such a mysterious train but I did. Jane never talked about
herself but her body did. There was the scar below her chin and
the story it suggested. There was the limp in her left leg and
the twice broken wrist. There was the way she would laugh too
loudly at times and then suddenly stop. I asked her many
questions as we fell in love but the only thing she would say
about herself was that the train she rode was sixteen coaches
long.
Jane loved me. I thought. I thought she did the first night we
made love. As the mystery train speed through foreign plains,
Jane mounted me and the slapping of our thighs was louder than
the clacking of the wheels. We kissed each other in new places
and that was when I found the scar over
her right nipple and the burn over her buttock. The train
smelled of sex when I disembarked that morning and it wasn't
until the afternoon that I realized that she never said she loved
me.
The next night we made love again but still she didn't say she
loved me. Jane also wouldn't answer any more questions. The
privilege of her body didn't allow me any secrets. Again, I
didn't mind. It was enough to know that I was the only one she
allowed on board. Every time I saw the train coming round the
bend, I would whisper with pride cause she was mine all mine. I
always assumed that she would reveal her secrets one day if I
were worthy or patient enough.
We made love in every one of those sixteen coaches. I kissed
between her thighs during a hour long trip through a tunnel. She
pulled me into her on one of the sleeping bunks and when we had
made love, we laid together like husband and wife while talking
about things I can't remember. During one long journey through a
rain forest, Jane knelt between my legs and wouldn't let me rise
for the entire night.
Can you fall in love with a secret? I knew nothing about her
except that she made me laugh and glow when she was around. I
was a better person for knowing her. I was more alive and my
earlier existence felt false and mundane. Jane never told me who
she was or how she got her long list of scars but I didn't care.
My girl never told me how she found this long black train or if
she could control where it goes but it didn't matter. When I
looked at that long scar on her chin, I knew why she rode the
train. That was all I needed to know about that sixteen-coach
train.
One day, I came aboard the train with a small box. Jane's eyes
turned to tears when I opened it. She didn't let me put the gem
on her finger. I told her that we could stay forever on the
train if she wanted. We could move into my house if she
preferred. Anything she wanted I would have offered but she
refused. She asked me to give her time to think about it.
I knew. I knew when that long black train had taken my baby
that it was gone forever.
The end.
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