Chapter 17 - Working on the Rail Road
The kitchen crew (part 2)
The winter storm has passed and calm has developed over the train. The engineer travels back from the front of the train, to find the Conductor in his caboose office at the rear of the stopped train. "I've going to try and tap the Telegraph line next to the track. I'm slow, but with these weather changes, we can find out if help is on its way."
"Sounds good, talk with you after the attempt." Answers the Conductor,
A little more than an hour later, the Conductor hears the engineer return and meets him outside the caboose. "We have been able to contact the Trinidad station. Our guys arrived without harm. The Denver & Rio Grande is sending a snow plow engine out as quickly as possible, should arrive tomorrow morning, they are working through tonight on the long run to get to us from Denver by way of Trinidad. There is also one moving west from Dodge City, but not expected to arrive till tomorrow night, it's clearing for the next transcontinental. "
"I'll let the crew know and you do what's necessary to get ready to move this train."
"Yes sir, I'll let you know when they arrive, if you don't hear it."
As the Engineer heads toward the front of the train, the Conductor heads toward the crew car. As he climbs into the dinning car, he watches through the window as the bartender is lead out if the dinning car by his cock. Smiling he thinks, its going to be an interesting evening. As he steps into the car, he finds the crowd in there is also watching the beverage waitress walk out with the bartender. Standing at the door, he listens to the conversation.
"I wonder what they are going to do?" The evening waitress says with a smile on her face.
"I know what they are going to do, just not where." The Busser expands.
"I could care less what they are going to do, I wonder what we are going to do, tonight" says the dishwasher.
"You just want to fuck someone" says the evening waitress.
"Well, yes. With all those whores, newly weds and our bosses getting laid, I want part of that."
"We all want to get laid, but the problem now is, with whom and where, for a little privacy?"
"Do we want to make a game?" Says the youngest male, the dishwasher.