You run. They chase. So ... what now? You will not go home. No, you will not let the agency snare you at home where they would first look. So, who are...your friends? Where would they be? Where will you come to rest?He stared out the window-wall in his high-ceiling office toward the dull gray sky, thinking ... thinking. He asked his assistant to call up a mapping program on a huge screen on the opposite wall. "Come, Pietor, let us study this remote Idaho area. Let us see where each of his known. I realized one thing. I was now a woman. Chapter 4The weekend became a torture for me. I could not get my mind off ofPaul, so young, so exotically muscular, so full of worship for me as awoman. When I got home, I laid down on my bed, my sweaty body stainingthe comforter, my fresh vagina still sticky with Paul's sweet juices.The animal smell was so intoxicating; I hesitated to take a shower. Oh, this was so wrong. I was violating every rule in the book. Paul was17, and he was my student. I. Or so we thought....In the weeks and months that followed we over-stepped the red lines and slipped up so many times that Jordan could not help but notice that his son was fucking his wife. But Jordan also knew that he, by himself alone, could never satisfy me sexually. It seemed like in the end he felt that it might as well be his "own" son rather than someone outside the "family" that I was being unfaithful with. So far, Jordan had not made an issue out of it. One afternoon I leant over the. It was July and being close to the lake it was humid and sticky, so I slept in my knickers and shirt, but as there was no air conditioning, it made for an uncomfortable night.At one point I got up and opened the window slightly, leaving the curtain slightly ajar, so some light could get in.At that point in time I assumed both my niece and nephew were sleeping, as it was early morning, and I returned to the couch and lay down, covering myself with the duvet, and dozed off.Later on I awoke again,.