Author's note: there is an element of truth to this story. As a trucker I have stopped many times to help stranded motorists. Those relief efforts were pretty mundane but what if?...Also, this story could have gone into several categories, but the virulence of the loving wives readers was too much fun to pass up! As always, I'm doing this for fun. I've never entered a story contest before. If you don't like it, SORRY! But still, everyone have a very merry Christmas!
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Eighteen Wheel Christmas Story
It had been six years since his divorce. He really did miss Maureen, she had been such a beautiful woman. Red hair, green eyes and an hour glass figure, even after twenty years she had been so special. It only took her three months to totally destroy his life, his world. He never did find out how she met Marcus the pimp. He tried so, so hard to get her back, but in the end, she had become property of Marcus. Joe was devastated. He almost decided to end it all. She had been his everything. He lost it all. His tears would have filled a pool. He almost drank himself into a coma.
His son returned from college, his name was Elvis.
No, he wasn't named after the singer. He was named after his paternal grandfather. He saved Joe's life. Picked him up and took him to the hospital. Joe had come so close to dying from alcohol poisoning. He had such a fine son.
So for a year, he battled the demons with his dad. Finally Joe said, "Elvis, I love you so much, but it's time for you to get back to school. I'll be fine.
I'm not drinking, I go to my support group, I'll be back to work soon. Please. You have to get on with your own life. I will be fine. If I start to have problems, I'll call right away, ok?"
"Dad, my school is three thousand miles away. But you are only a phone call away. So help me, If I don't hear from you every week...I'm jumping on a plane and I will be back here in a New York minute. College is fine. You are my dad. You will always come first. Every week, you hear?"
"Yes mom!" They embraced.
His son was soon in the friendly skies. But he was ok.
He went to AA meetings for years. He got back to trucking.
He had occasional dates with the widow from down the street. She was kind of sex starved. He didn't ask her what she did when he wasn't home.
He didn't want to know.
North Jersey in the winter can be daunting for a trucker.
Not only do you face inclement weather, but the world's largest bedroom community has the severe influx of idiots from the big Apple. These people don't know how to drive when the weather is good, let alone snow and ice conditions!
December 24th found him delivering near Hoboken. He did everything in his power to get finished as quickly as possible, including helping unload. Still, it was well past 6 pm when he rolled out of the consignee.
It was snowing hard as he turned off the big road onto route 46. He was a little shocked as the road was almost deserted. He knows the news services had been hyping this snowstorm, a nor'easter as 'the storm of the century' etc.,
etc... Come on. Anybody from Rochester or Buffalo would laugh at the end of the world hyperbole.
Still, he was driving a truck, not a snowmobile. So when the snow got to about eight inches
He gave serious thought to finding a hotel or place to ditch for the night. Merry Fuckin' Christmas! Oh well, shit happens.
The road was getting progressively worse to drive, hell it was getting hard just to see! There was a little car on the side with a pregnant woman trying to open her hood. He pulled over to try to help.
She was quite beautiful, but she was weeping. She had a terrible welt under her left eye.
Someone had hit her with a ring on. Whoever had really injured her cheek, that mark could be permanent. She saw him, he's six-two and two-hundred twenty pounds. He does look a little scary. She looked terrified.
"It's ok miss, I'm here to help.
What seems to be the problem? Car won't start?"
"I don't know." She started to cry again.
"Well lets have a look." He opened the hood and there didn't seem to be any reason for the engine not to run. He opened the door, there were two little ones in the back shivering. He had to take action right now, this instant.
"Miss (He noticed no rings) why don't you and your children sit in my truck. Its very warm, and cozy in there. Would that be ok?" She looked like she still didn't trust him. "Please, I'm really trying to help you. Your kids are freezing. Please!"
She relented, getting her children from the little car. He had to help her up into the cab, her pregnancy making climbing in by herself almost impossible. She had a very nice big fat ass. He really liked a nice fat ass on a woman, and hers was perfect. He had to boost her up, and he didn't want to remove his hands.
He went back to her car, and checked the gauges. She was out of gas.
He called the state police. He appraised them of the situation. They were sympathetic, but the fact was they were dreadfully short handed. Could he care for the little family? Maybe get to a hotel. The police were having a very bad time with the snow and accidents. He went to tell her.
He jumped up into the truck.
"Miss, your car is out of gas. I called the state police, there is nothing they can do at this point. They suggested I take you to a hotel or motel. What do you want to do?" He looked in her beautiful dark brown eyes. He was smitten.
She looked at him with a look of dismay. "I don't have a penny to my name. I don't know what to do. What will happen to my children?" She burst into tears.
"Listen to me. Wait. What is your name?" he asked.
"Maria Consuela Martinez. Wait, no I mean Gonzalez. I'm going back to my maiden name. My husband does not want me at all. He is fucking some young girl, she just turned eighteen. He is a bastard." She launched into a diatribe in Spanish, he was pretty sure there were lots of bad words.
"I will take care of you. My name is Joseph Santino. I live about a hundred miles from here in Pennsylvania. But with the snow and ice, I don't think we can make it. I will find you and the children a hotel room. I will pay for it. I can sleep in the truck. Tomorrow we fill your car with gas and you can resume your journey. We have to get food for the kids quickly too before everything closes for the weather and Christmas. There is a store near here if we hurry. What about car seats?"
"I had to leave in a hurry. I don't have any. They certainly wouldn't fit in your truck either."
"I don't like taking chances, but I don't see any other way. I have a crash barrier that goes in front of the sleeper. Do you want to ride in the back with your kids?"
"Thank you, but I'll ride in the seat. Can you put up that barrier? Please."
"Do you need anything from your car?"
"There is a changing bag and a bag of diapers, and my purse.
Oh and my phone on the dash."
