Marie visited me for a week over the end of the year. She took a COVID-19 test (which came out negative) and then isolated for a week before leaving. Then she took the train to get here (with a private sleeping compartment) rather than flying, much as I took the train for my business travel last fall. For my part, the only times I left my apartment were to go grocery shopping, or when I visited with Mother, Brother, and SIL on Christmas. Marie and I talked on the phone at great length to analyze the comparative risks of her driving to the train station (thus leaving her car half a mile away, so that she would have to walk back to it alone late at night on her return) or taking a taxi (thus sharing a closed space with some unknown other person): in the end she decided on the taxi, but we talked through all the possibilities. So on the whole we think we covered the risks pretty well.
Once she was here, we really couldn't do a lot. We couldn't go much of anywhere because so many things were closed. The only restaurants that were open were for take-out only. One day we did make the trip to visit my mom, whom Marie really likes. But mostly we stayed indoors, cooked, watched movies, read to each other. And fucked. We did a lot of fucking.
My sexual response continues to deteriorate, and it didn't help things that both of us are overweight and no longer very flexible. I could still get hard, but mostly I lost it just as fast and much of the time it was awkward to get inside her. I think I actually came only two or three times all week. But then I have said before that, in sex, I always consider the woman to be the Main Event anyway; and it that sense it all went gloriously. Marie is joyfully, effortlessly multi-orgasmic, over and over again. When she seems exhausted I let her lie still for a few minutes to catch her breath; and then with the tiniest motions of my fingers I can get her started all over again. It's wonderful. Also she has learned to keep her vocalizations quieter, which is a big improvement from her last visit a year ago. So all in all it was a very pleasant trip.
Her trip home, however, was straight out of "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles."
I got her to the train station in plenty of time. She got on the train, which left on time. Then an hour later I got a call from her: another train had derailed halfway to her destination, so this train was going to go only partway and then turn around. Amtrak made no commitment to get her home, offering only to refund part of her ticket. So she got off at the next stop and took a bus back to my town. Also she asked me to buy her a plane ticket home for the next day.
Got her a last-minute plane ticket. Got her to the airport crushingly early the next morning. Drove home to log into work, because by now my vacation was over. Even though I'd be working from home, I had to be working. Then I heard from her that the plane had mechanical trouble. Later she corrected that to say that the onboard computer had burned out and they were going to replace it. Finally she texted me that everyone had to de-board the plane. She was rebooked onto a later flight going somewhere else, and then transferred to a third plane that would finally take her home.
So it's a good thing she hadn't left her car downtown near the train station, isn't it?
She finally got home, after way too much activity. At that, she was earlier than if she had taken the train all the way, but still it was way too interesting a trip. Now I guess we wait two weeks to make sure neither of us comes down with COVID-19 after all. But it was a good visit.
