1. Fugitive


    Date: 2/22/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: SITTING, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    They’d got lucky too many times. They should have seen it coming. But after so many close calls and false alarms, they got lazy. It was a natural thing to happen; like when a child plays hooky. The first time they’ll be careful, painstakingly planning every step, but day by day they get careless until inevitably, they find themselves outside the principal’s office. Lina knew how to run. She’d tasted fear over and over, felt the chilling, sickening prospect of losing everything. He hadn’t wanted her there; at least that’s what he’d said. Of course, he thought he had her best interests at heart. He didn’t seem to realise that he was the only thing she was interested in anymore. Forty three hotels, seventy one days, countless passports and ID cards. Every morning, Lina had to remind herself who she was supposed to be, the name, the date of birth, the reason she was wherever the hell she was. Her hair had gone from chestnut to honey blonde to platinum blonde to auburn, to jet black and now it was a soft, dark chocolate colour. She fingered the strands absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the tiny crack between the venetian blinds. Some days she wore glasses or shades or contact lenses. It got to the point where she didn’t recognise herself when reflected in a shop window. But it was worth it. Inside, she was the same. She was Lina Cole, the same girl she’d always been and she was with Gerry. That was all that mattered anymore; being with him, knowing that he was safe. They travelled ...
    light, getting cash from wherever possible. Cash didn’t leave a trail; it was the only option. A businessman’s wallet. A socialite’s handbag. It made it seem vaguely more honourable to steal from people who wouldn’t miss the money, almost as if stealing from them wasn’t really stealing at all. Hostels and B&B’s, cheap food and second-hand clothes. Sometimes, she’d wonder if they’d ever be able to stop running. All she wanted was a place to call home, where her neighbours could know her real name. Somewhere without fear. But why dream? Gerry had never said it would end and sometimes, she’d think she’d made the wrong decision. Tonight, she knew she had. “It’s over,” he’d said that evening. “There’s no hope.” The finality and hopelessness echoed in his voice. Lina felt the real fear then, the fear that all her other fears were justified and about to come to life. She felt the sick sense of despair churning in her stomach and her heart thumped cold and fast. He let her try to argue, as if it would make her see the truth. And then they waited. There was no point in running. There was nowhere to run to. Gerry sat naked on the bed, doing nothing, just watching her. “I told you not to come,” he said quietly. “You think I regret it?” Lina said. “I don’t care. I’m so glad to be here.” “You’re crazy.” “That makes two of us.” He smiled. “Come here.” She tucked her fake hair behind her ears and dragged her eyes away from the window. Nothing was happening outside, at least not yet. She got up ...
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