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    Train to Somewhere
    Train to Somewhere
    Train to Somewhere
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    Train to Somewhere

    By Susan Laine

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    A Before… and After Story

    It was only a game. Wasn’t it?

    At a party one night, Charlie Dean’s childhood friend Will Tucker accepts a dare and dresses up as a girl: clothes, hair, makeup. Seeing Will that way incites a riot of confused emotions in Charlie—and he responds by lashing out. He never meant to hurt Will, and now he must do some serious damage control.

    During a school trip by train, Charlie and Will share a sleeper cabin. Charlie intends to mend fences, while Will figures it’s as good a time as any to broach the subjects of attraction and sexuality. They want to get their relationship back on track. But after the secrets they both reveal, their friendship can never be the same.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDreamspinner Press
    Release dateOct 18, 2017
    ISBN9781635339932
    Train to Somewhere
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    Susan Laine

    Susan Laine, an award-winning, multipublished author of LGBTQ erotic romance and a Finnish native, was raised by the best mother in the world, who told her daughter time and again that she could be whatever she wanted to be. The spark for serious writing and publishing kindled when Susan discovered the gay erotic romance genre. Her book, Monsters Under the Bed, won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Paranormal Romance. Anthropology is Susan’s formal education, and she could have been happy as an eternal student. But she’s written stories since she was a kid, and her long-term goal is still to become a full-time writer. Susan enjoys hanging out with her sister, two nieces, and friends in movie theaters, libraries, bookstores, and parks. Her favorite pastimes include singing along (badly) to the latest pop songs, watching action flicks, doing the dishes, and sleeping till noon, while a few of her dislikes are sweating, hot and too-bright summer days, tobacco smoke, purposeful prejudice and hate speech. Website: www.susan-laine-author.fi Email: susan.laine@hotmail.com Blog: www.goodreads.com/author/show/5221828.Susan_Laine/blog Facebook: www.facebook.com/Susan-Laine-128697277229180 Twitter: @Laine_Susan

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      Table of Contents

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      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Epilogue

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      Train to Somewhere

      By Susan Laine

      A Before… and After Story

      It was only a game. Wasn’t it?

      At a party one night, Charlie Dean’s childhood friend Will Tucker accepts a dare and dresses up as a girl: clothes, hair, makeup. Seeing Will that way incites a riot of confused emotions in Charlie—and he responds by lashing out. He never meant to hurt Will, and now he must do some serious damage control.

      During a school trip by train, Charlie and Will share a sleeper cabin. Charlie intends to mend fences, while Will figures it’s as good a time as any to broach the subjects of attraction and sexuality. They want to get their relationship back on track. But after the secrets they both reveal, their friendship can never be the same.

      Chapter 1

      WHAT THE hell are they doing upstairs anyway? Miles asked, straining his neck to look up the stairs to the second floor, but having a hard time. He couldn’t possibly see anything from the couch. Wrong angle, Charlie estimated.

      Charlie shrugged. The girls’ll undoubtedly have him naked and on top of them by now.

      The guys laughed. Yeah, right. That boy? The only place he’s naked is in a bath covered in bubbles so no one can see his tiny pecker, Steve sang to the carol of Deck the Halls. Well, hummed out of tune, since fitting the words to the melody proved challenging.

      Miles and Steve bumped knuckles at the burn.

      Charlie smirked. I dunno. I’ve seen the dude’s dick, and I promise you… it ain’t tiny.

      Aidan’s eyes widened. No shit? Huh. Guess you never know with nerds.

      He’s not a nerd, Charlie countered. He’s a dweeb. Our dweeb.

      Everyone chortled like hyenas. Then again, they were all pretty drunk.

      Thanks to the playful deviousness of their girlfriends, the game of Truth or Dare had gone down a dangerous path. Aidan was covered in toilet paper from head to toe like a mummy, Steve had to sing everything he said to Christmas carols, Miles’s shoulder-length hair had been braided by the girls in a dozen different ways with a dozen different-colored ribbons, Ricky wore bunny-themed pj’s spattered with hot sauce he’d spit out when he’d been unable to swallow, and Charlie himself had the words I’m a dork written on his forehead with red permanent marker.

      You sure he’s not, like, a geek? Steve singsonged to Jingle Bells.

      I thought he was more of a goober, Miles quipped, a blue ribbon falling over his eyes.

      You’re a fucking goober, Ricky said with a laugh, punching his friend on the arm. What Cassie sees in you is a mystery.

      Miles grabbed his junk through his jeans. This is what, you doofus.

      You’re a doofus. Ricky smacked Miles over the head, and a couple of ribbons came loose and floated to the floor.

      Then both of them hit the floor as well, fighting and yelling.

      Charlie rolled his eyes. They were all wasted. The girls had better return soon.

      Are they coming back tonight, or what? Steve inquired, singing to O Christmas Tree.

      Charlie glanced in the direction of the stairs but saw no one. No sign of Will, who’d lost a dare to Ashley. She’d conferred with her ladies, who’d plotted and whispered for a whole minute or two. Then they’d whisked Will upstairs. That had been twenty minutes ago. They’d seen neither hide nor hair of him since.

      Finally, lively chatter and a chorus of titters grew louder. The boys all faced the stairs to see what fate had befallen their comrade in arms.

      Ashley descended the stairs first, eyes glowing, lips in a wide grin. The other girls followed after her like a royal entourage, all of them simpering and murmuring.

      Then Ashley waved behind her theatrically. Boys, say hello to… Willow.

      The sea of girls parted—and Will stepped forth. The boys gasped in unison.

      He looked a lot like… a she.

      Since they were having the weekend get-together at Cassie’s house, her parents absent till Sunday on a spa retreat, womanly accoutrements abounded. Nowhere more so than in the bedrooms. Which was where they’d taken Will to carry out their plans.

      Will had been, for lack of a better word, dolled up. In a sultry, skintight red cocktail dress, he was smoking hot. The fabric hugged his slender figure like a second skin, showcasing the athletic build he’d developed playing lacrosse and surprisingly long legs encased in silk stockings. Will’s short brown hair had been combed back into a sexy, slick do. His hazel eyes had been enhanced with dusky eye shadow and black eyeliner. Red lipstick graced his thin lips.

      In short, Will—or Willow, as the girls called him—looked like a super hot chick.

      Holy shit, Miles mumbled in obvious amazement, blinking hard. Is that…? Will, is that you? Jesus fucking Christ, you’re… you’re….

      Hot! exclaimed Aidan, Steve, and Ricky in perfect sync.

      Unable to find his voice or clarify his thoughts, Charlie stared, wide-eyed and in shock. This was a vision of his best friend he’d never ever expected to see. Will was a complete stranger. A seriously attractive stranger.

      Charlie felt the feverish stirrings of an untimely boner pushing against his fly. He gulped, mixed emotions waging war inside his eighteen-year-old brain.

      One emerged as the victor. Pure hot rage, the source of which he couldn’t identify. Instinct drove him to act before his mind, heart, or conscience caught on.

      Growling, Charlie hurried to Will, who smiled bashfully at him, cheeks reddening. He’d never looked more adorable and vulnerable—and Charlie was about to rip him to pieces. Without stopping, Charlie grabbed Will by the arm and dragged him back upstairs to the nearest bedroom.

      Hey, what gives? Miles shouted from below, the others chiming in, their confusion clear.

      Charlie pretended not to hear them. Will said nothing, nor did he try to resist. That showed such a level of trust, Charlie almost backed off. But he couldn’t look at Will like that.

      Stomping into the connecting bathroom, Charlie slammed the door shut and locked it. Then he started to yank off Will’s dress. But it was tight and wouldn’t come off, certainly not with Will finally protesting and trying to pull back from the onslaught.

      Charlie didn’t relent, though, and he tore at the dress. The sound of ripping fabric was stark in the confined space, echoing from the tiled walls.

      Charlie, please stop, Will pleaded, fighting to shove Charlie away.

      But driven by adrenaline born of rage, Charlie shredded Will’s dress till it lay in tatters on the floor, a scant few pieces still clinging to Will’s body. Then Charlie attacked the silk stockings, which came off without a hitch in thin strips, this time almost soundlessly.

      "Ch-Charlie…

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