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We made love once more that night and once again the next morning. She returned to the Iron Skillet the next day and gave her two weeks' notice. I took several short hauls and spent as much time as possible with her. We were like newlyweds, and other than the birth of my children, I don't think I had ever been happier.
Maggie let the lease on her cottage lapse at the end of the month, put her furniture in storage, and moved into Old Blue with me. I quickly scraped Kelly's name off and replaced it with Maggie's. Within three months, she received her CDL, and we became a driving team -- a trucker couple. Driving as a team, we could drive almost 24 hours a day for five and sometimes six days a week. When we were required by regulation to take our 34-hour break, we would book a room at a nice hotel for a little R&R and some serious bedtime.
Three or four times a year, we would rent a mountain cabin in Colorado or Utah, or a beach house in Florida and invite the kids to join us for a week. As we didn't consider Missouri home any longer, I didn't get to see them often, but when I did, I would make the best of it. The kids were teenagers by now, and they seemed to enjoy our little mini-vacations -- especially the ones to the beach. As I couldn't schedule regular visitation with them, I tried to make up for the lack of quantity with as much quality time as possible. I was also very relieved that they seemed extremely happy with Maggie and had no problem at all considering her their step-mom.
As for Kelly, she seemed to continue to play the field. On the one hand, I wished she would settle down with some nice guy -- mainly for the kids' sake. But on the other hand, I wasn't crazy about some other guy raising my kids. So, at least for now, I was okay with Kelly's 'playgirl' lifestyle as long as there was no adverse effect on my children.
Several years after getting together with Maggie, we had saved enough to buy a new rig. A little newer technology, better fuel economy, and most of all -- a much nicer sleeper unit. After all, this was our home, so we deserved as many creature comforts as possible. And as for my limp dick issue -- it never happened again. Maggie proved to be my Viagra, my little blue pill. So, I guess that just proves the old adage -- 'Old Truckers Never Die, They Just Get a New Peterbilt.'
- COMMENTS
Zaspy09376 months agoAs a trucker myself. I recently lost my girlfriend of 7 years. She forced me to go back to being a trucker after I was off the road for 3 years. So reading this story actually made me smile at the end. I saw a lot of myself in Sterling. I was also in the army. This was a fantastic story. Thank you for writing this.
Anonymousover 2 years agoHaving been a trucker for several years and also an old retired vet I found your story very interesring although I never did fool around with anyone, I did enjoy the life. There are better ways to make a living and be able to go home to the lovely wife each nite
