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Tara's Train Trekthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 9761 words)

Author: greywolfe
Added: Jul 15 2008Views / Reads: 1145 / 817 [71%]Story vote: 9.50 (2 votes)
Young Tara, fed up with a dead end life at home, sets out in the dead of night to catch a train headed west with hopes of meeting up with a friend she's only known online.
 


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***Author's Note: This is a fairly long story with a lot of build up. Probably not for you if you want to get right to the sex with as little plot as possible.

This was never going to work, she told herself. Her plans had most likely already been ruined, back when her dad took the car unexpectedly to go on another beer run. And then both her parents had stayed up later than expected. So she hadn't been able to sneak out and make off with the car until well after eleven. The train was due in at 1 a.m., and it was going to take a lot longer than two hours to get to Ft. Madison, especially with the snow coming down like it was. She could only hope the snow was holding up the train as well.

She took off her gloves and pulled the tiny cell phone from her coat pocket. She dialed the number that was easy enough to memorize--1-800-USA-RAIL. She rolled her eyes at the damned automated response. "Hi, this is Julie, Amtrak's automated..." blah blah blah. Tara was already beginning to hate that woman, automated as she may be. When Julie finally got to the right prompt, Tara said, "Train status." More Julie. "Four." Julie again. "Ft. Madison." Unbearably, Julie spouting things one more time. "Arrival." Tara spoke along with Julie as she said, "Let me look that up for you." Then elevator music. Christmas elevator music. It was early January already. Why were they still playing terrible elevator music versions of Christmas songs?

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