The strange thing was that they held their conversation while still pressed to my naked body.“I’m sorry Mark,” Mom said after a while “I reall... am.” She seemed to be on the verge of tears.“That goes for me too.” My aunt said. ‘This is all my fault!” And she buried her face in her hands.Looking from my mother to my aunt I frowned. In the back of my mind something seemed to be not quite kosher. Both of them seemed to be genuinely shocked by what had happened, both seemed to be genuinely sorry. I felt safe having him, one of the best legal minds in the country, looking out for me.Within the hour I was on the train, and on my way to England through the tunnel.Gone was my happy idea of bumming around. The Police would most certainly be looking for me, especially after my stunt at the bank.I had to think!First my appearance needed to be altered. All of my life I had worn my hair very long—it was my best characteristic. I went to the washroom and hacked it all off. I didn't want some. Your phone bursts into life again, wondering what all the commotion is about you dash over to the bedside table and pick up the wailing device.Instinctively you hold your thumb on the home button until the device unlocks. As the screen bursts into life you casually glance down, your eyes widen in surprise as you greeted with an abundance of notifications. For some perplexing reason in the space of an hour, you've had ten missed calls, fifteen texts and a heap of social media posts. Casually you. Never, ever would I have more than one girlfriend again, I told myself. No more falling in love. No more trying to knock up girls just because I could. No more sex parties and hot blonde sandwiches and skipping school. Just me and Molly forever!Except she wasn't answering the phone. I got that same stupid recording and I knew what it meant -- She'd turned off her celphone. Okay. Fine. I was on a roll. A guy couldn't be unlucky forever, right?"Directory Assistance. What city, please?" Seattle,".