I left the bike shop and went in search of an ATM. I had a hundred dollars in cash, but that was all. The rest of my money was directly deposited into...an account in my new name. Oh I had ten grand in cash that no one knew about. It was in my bugout bag. Anyone in my situation without a bugout bag was an idiot. I had a clean pair of jeans, a shirt, some underwear, two fake driver's license. No one knew about and ten grand or the fake IDs All of it had been purchased and hidden away while I drove. "Sure, why not." I agreed, trying to sound as enthused as she was.She had parked her chair in it's usual spot between the bed and the window her desk was under. I picked her up, if not with practised ease at least with some measure of assurance, and set her on the bed, propped up by a pillow so she had a good view of the small TV set on the chest of drawers opposite. I closed the curtains, grabbed the remote and sat down on the bed a measured distance for her. "Any preferences?" I asked,. A wreath of flowers as golden as the sunsits atop her long strawberry hair. Our mother fights to get lipstickonto her face. A bridesmaid struggles with her earrings. The long,white dress is stunning. Embroidered into it is a garden of floweryshapes. A veil sits nearby. My sister will look truly gorgeous on herwedding day. It's just a shame that she won't be here to take part init.My sister, Lynn, had never been the sort to get tied down. So you canimagine how shocked everyone was when. I threw the door to my classroom open.‘Sorry I’m late mis Erikson.’ I said to my teacher.‘Sit down.’ she said sternly. I didn’t care much for school, my teacher mis Erikson was the only good thing about it. She was in her mid thirties and she inspired awe in all the boys at school. Her rather big but oh so perfect ass looked very beautiful in those tight skirts she used wear. Her breasts couldn’t possibly be as nice as her cleavage suggested I used to think to comfort myself.Finally this waste.