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    A Hitch in Time
    A Hitch in Time
    A Hitch in Time
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    A Hitch in Time

    By Emery C. Walters

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    Shane’s parents drop him off at the train station with money and instructions to take the train to his Aunt Sophie’s place for the holidays. The minute they drive off, he walks out again, leans against a pole, and throws out his thumb.

    Having just turned eighteen, he is, as he regularly reminds himself, now a fully legal adult and quite capable of having his own adventure.

    In the few days and nights it takes him to hitchhike all the way, he gets to know some very interesting people. Hippies, conmen, an ex-teacher ... and also the dog Jimmy. He learns there are more to people than meets the eye, and the world is rather bigger than his cosseted upbringing led him to believe.

    By the time he arrives at Aunt Sophie’s place, he has lost his virginity, acquired a dog and a cousin, and has the pleasing probability of a sweet summer romance to look forward to.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherQueerteen Press
    Release dateSep 28, 2014
    ISBN9781611526608
    A Hitch in Time
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    Emery C. Walters

    Emery C. Walters was born Carol Forde, a name he soon knew didn’t fit the boy he was inside. Transition was unknown back then, so he married and then bore and raised four children. When his youngest child, his gay son, left home, Emery told Carol that she had to step aside, and he fully transitioned from female to male in 2001.

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      A Hitch in Time - Emery C. Walters

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      Chapter 1

      My great-aunt Sophie was a character. That’s what they called her, and not nicely meant, either. She never married or had kids, though she had a live-in companion/housekeeper, and raised a couple of nephews. I only met her a couple times, and stayed with her once when my Mom and Dad went on a cruise. I was thirteen at the time and had stopped being an adorable baby, cute toddler, sweet little Mama’s boy, and dirt magnet with a brilliant smile, and was an awkward combination of legs, arms, elbows, big hands and huge feet, with hair growing in places I’d never known I had skin, and a face that only a mother could love, or in this case, a great-aunt.

      And, oh yeah, inclined to moods, anti-socialness, writing poetry, and falling out of trees. One other thing, aka ‘self-pollution’ as our ancient dictionary called it, was now a rather frightening joy, and I say that because, well, all I ever thought of while doing it was my gym teacher, Coach ‘call me Dick and I’ll kill you’ Richard Weston.

      I was only there a week and never had a clue. So now I’ve just turned eighteen, and the ‘rents are going on another cruise. I told them and told them I’m old enough to stay home alone and watch the house, and besides, my friends aren’t the kind to come over, drink up all the booze, and have sex all over the house. Neither of them. But I digress. Anyhow, they shipped me off to Aunt Sophie’s again.

      They’d given me money to buy a train ticket and dropped me off at the station. Little did they know…they knew I was old enough to take the train by myself but not to stay home by myself? Parents. Mom? Dad? Hello? I’m a legal adult, you know. Many people my age are living on their own.

      As soon as they left, I pocketed the money and went out a different door to hitch a ride. That money was mine. I had a bit of an attitude about this trip, and I planned on nursing that anger as long as I could. I considered taking up smoking, but, ugh. I considered wearing clothes from a thrift store, but, bleagh. I considered working my way through every girl that had ever winked or smiled at me, but, oh God, no. I shuddered. My mom had said some perfectly awful things to me. Well, there’s more but I don’t want to talk about it. I am not a girl liker. Too bad.

      Now. Hitch-hiking! Let the games begin!

      Chapter 2

      I stalked out the side door of the station and crossed over the street to the eastbound side. It was busy enough and yet out of the way. My folks had to go the other direction. I leaned up against a lamppost, pasted on a happy and innocent smile, and stuck out my thumb. This was going to be a cinch.

      I wondered what I looked like, if I would scare people or look like I was muggable. I tried different facial expressions, laughing at myself. Then I wondered how much to talk to them. Would they rather just concentrate on their driving or was I supposed to supply entertainment?

      I could talk, I’ll give you that. My mother is Irish. My father is Welsh. My name is—hold on—Shenandoah Morgan. I go by Shen or Shane, however people hear it; I don’t care. Apparently it sort of means I’m a piece of good land near the sea, but I will never tell a living soul that. I think they were both drunk when they named me. Can’t you just hear my dad calling me for supper, when I was out playing down the road with my pals?

      Shenandoah Tristyn Morgan!

      My friends lived for that moment, the bastards.

      * * * *

      An hour passed; oh wait, my watch says it’s only been ten minutes. But look—oh goody, my first ride. This—thing—drew up in front of me. It was purple and white, so shiny it was like a mirror. It was boxy and ugly, but when I opened the door and slid inside, I sank into luxury. I looked at the driver. He looked at me (I looked better; me, dark reddish hair, dark brown

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