.. what are you running from?" You haven't heard? I'm a wanted criminal ... I'm a fugitive ... a ... a terrorist. I blow things up, and now the pigs k...ow who I am."My brain was spinning with the effort of taking in Sarah's words, of analysing them into a form that was acceptable to reason."Where have you been? I'm the most wanted woman in Britain, as of yesterday." She wailed.I still didn't have a clue what she was talking about. I touched her cheek ... she still felt like Sarah, she looked. I had to lift her off my face so I could get a breath. She stood up and said well I'm glad you came home without waiting for me to call, She said I passed out for all the dick I had last night. She stood up and said she was getting a shower and waited me to fix some breakfast for her. I said what about the guys? She said they all left right after they took turns fucking her this morning. I washed my face and got the food going, soon my wife walked in the kitchen wearing just a white wife beater. In addition to her sexy lingerie, Jeanine also put on a sleep mask which covers her eyes and allows her to get a full night of sleep, as usually she is a very light sleeper who wakes up at the crack of dawn.After a good night of sleep, we woke up and decided that we'd order room service and enjoy it from our balcony. Jeanine was still in her lingerie when the room service attendant (Santos) arrived, but had gone into the bathroom. Without even thinking about it, I let the room service attendant. Uh uh. I needed to know what she could do, before we worked on how much. We argued a bit. When I picked up my briefcase, she looked at me sideways. She asked me if I had really gone to Beacon Hill. I told her I didn't know. It was just an address on the GPS. She was frowning as I left.Going north, I got off the main road to take a look at Nashua. It was not unlike New Jersey, rolling hills full of trees. The small-city-next-to-the-Big-City vibe was almost identical. There was history here, as.