When Antonia reached the main drag of the mall, she realized she couldn'tremember where she had been going. She'd rushed to the restroom so quickly,he...r eventual destination had slipped her mind.As she pondered her next course of action, she noticed a group of four youngwomen giggling and glancing at her. They looked like college students,wearing jeans, T-shirts and sneakers. Two of them even had backpacks overtheir shoulders."Oh, she's looking this way," one of them said, noticing her. ~ ~ ~A month passed. I wondered whether my jade bracelet was really a GPS, butdid not try to escape. Where would I go, dressed as a woman, with my fakeID and no money? Nowhere. It would lead to trauma, not freedom, and withMom's death and everything else, I was full up on trauma. I needed nomore trauma in my life.So I adjusted to my new life instead. I'd heard of Stockholm syndrome,where captives develop emotional relationships with their captors, and Iwondered if it was - actually, I was. "Lean back a little," he instructed me, "but keep where you can see your pussy real good." I leaned back on my elbows and watched. It was olive oil, and he poured what felt like a cup of it straight onto my clit. I started to moan, but he touched my lips and shook his head-"Just take it." And I did. I watched the clear oil flow over my entire cunt, felt and watched it drip down millimeter by millimeter until it was dripping past my asshole, tickling it. As much of a scientist as Chris had been. ” There was a fever in the man's eyes. “I tried, and look what happened. Small minds, Mr. Davies. Everyone has small minds. They don't see the truth that this is all just bullshit.”“Okay,” I said, shifting. “Bullshit. You're going to repeal my tax, aren't you? First thing. You're going to undo the one good thing I ever did.”“You went too far,” I said, this awkward strain warping the air around us. There was nothing I could do to fix this. Mayor Wright was proof of why I had to think of.