Despite robbing banks for four years, only he and Noah have managed to keep their faces off the wanted posters. They had the chance to turn back. Noah...took it. Maybe he should too.But he would have waited a little longer. But why not do it sooner, rather than later? He can’t wish a more opportune situation. And it will be a just cause.“Ok, tell you what, I won’t take anything from your father. And I won’t let them hurt anyone,” he said. Then another thought occurred in his mind. Why not take. And it wasn't just the curiosity that comes from encountering a person who is clearly not a local.The people, although friendly, were also more wary, and the closer to the metropolitan areas we got, the more intense the scrutiny became.And then suddenly, we were there. We were in the area of cities like Flint, Pontiac and then the outskirts of the big D. Detroit. The rednecks call it Deeetroyit. The French who settled here pronounced it "Day twah."Whatever you call it, being here made me. Once a week Janet was off with her sister, pampering themselves, on these nights Tom would get a couple of films in and popcorn, with the lights low he and Louise would settle on the settee and pretend they were at the cinema, while he changed the film Louise would get them a drink and ice cream. With their night over Louise would turn in and about half an hour later Tom would take a shower, not having central heating he would come back down stairs and dry in front of the coal fire, this had. Of that ripe body already bruised from my attention, knowing I had all-afternoon with her, the thought spurning me on even more as I buried myself deeper in her. My hand slid away from her mouth, as I pulled the tape off then my mouth now covered her, my lips pressing against hers, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, trying to act like a lover, planting wet kisses on her as a hand grabbed her hair and pulled it tight, pulling her head back as my mouth now sucked hard on her neck, bursting.