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My only chance for escape would be to soet the ferry over to Amsterdam and hide there the rest of my lift It could probably have been done Most Dutch people spoke English as a second language at that point, and the government was hands-off, to say the least They didn't have barriers for the canals running along the bike paths Figuring that if you get wet, you're doing it wrong The police were so lax, you basically had to be posing a direct physical threat to so that did not include set practice in your own back yard as long as everyone was there by choice, and you didn't hurt anyone I could have been really happy there

Sadly, I didn't have a car and couldn't make heads or tails of the subway ht of the next eleven years under the threat of the US government until my ban was lifted

On the upside, I had lots of tioing on the internet, but that really only applied, or at least, was enforceable in the states My relatives had said they would uphold it but hadn't counted on , I was told I wasn't allowed to do

Using all my charm and stealth, I convinced the clerk at the local corner shop to get me a smartphone with a by the month British plan on it I paid him double what the phone orth and only used his store for top-ups Technically I wasn't supposed to have any money It wasn't part of the court order It had beentheir naht for me, because of course, she had, but our mother was intractable They would send the London relations enough to coverelse

What they didn't knoas I had been saving thirty percent ofthe a, I could hardly lift the suitcase in which I had put it, putting a thin sheet of metal over the cash bundles so they wouldn't be picked up by the x-ray machine

However, none ofskills

The sandas excellent I really felt like an asshole for so cruelly rejecting the first one without even looking at it Despite rossly reat with Jessica and really understanding Not to reat bedmate

There was a tio, when I would have said I really didn't like her, but I was reconsidering really fucking fast Lovea bit far, but I did know that I really liked having Becky around — and not just because of the childcare, ietic fuck sessions

I really couldn't hide anymore If I was too scared to feel, I was too scared to live fully

The sandwich disappeared a lot faster than I thought it would I decided to take a risk and see if there could be any

On a whim, I checked on little Jessica, as still fast asleep, looking like a little angel I felt a sharp pang that felt ever so slightly like a stab inthe door behind me

I found Becky in the dining roo off her own version of the sandwich shevery much like a modern-day version of Oliver Twist, rich in money but poor in spirit, I went over, empty plate in hand

“Would you like some more?” She had no malice or schadenfreude detectable in her tone Spite didn't really see And I should knoas a practiced master of it

“Yes, please,” I said sheepishly

“Co the way into the kitchen

I obeyed, unable to keep a pants, which I had come to honesty appreciate

“Look but don't touch, okay? I still have work to do”

“Okay,” I said, happy she would even entertain such a notion

I sat down on the chair that had been put in for the former cook to take a rest between courses and watched as Becky ht efficiency of a trained dancer, getting the sandwiches done in record ti roo close behind