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found you, I...,” Nate explained but left his thought dangling there. I knew every word was a lie, but my heart told me I was different. It told me Nate meant it with me. I suspected every girl that had come before me felt the same way.
    “What Nate?” What were you going to say,” I asked. He had changed. His tone and demeanor were different and I was having a difficult time resisting his charms. I’d been told this was all a game he played. I was told this was how he operated. He enjoyed dominating girls like me, but even more than that, he enjoyed toying with their emotions. He enjoyed saying the right things to make the girls fall for him and then casting them aside. Even thought I knew this, I found it hard not to fall into his trap.
    “Well, for a girl like you, I might finally rid myself of Muriel,” Nate admitted, or rather lied.
    “Wouldn’t that be messy? The divorce I mean,” I asked though I knew the answer already.
    “No, I have an iron-clad pre-nup. Muriel won’t get much of anything,” Nate said and looked off into space. He almost looked happy at the thought. After a moment, he took me to the guest bedroom and tucked me in before joining me. He held me close for a while but soon he was asleep. Even Nate was just a normal man and after his performance, he felt the need for sleep. I was tired too, but I remained awake and waited.
    After an hour, I slipped quietly from the bed and into the parlor again. I’d seen the picture behind which I knew Nate concealed a safe. I found the catch and swung the picture open on its hinges. I pressed my ear close to the safe and listened to the tumblers as I turned the dial. My father had taught me how to crack safes. He was a locksmith and I’d worked in his shop as a girl.
    As I’d hoped, the wall safe wasn’t all that difficult to crack and I had it open on the first try. Just as I was told, there was small black book inside. I retrieved my dress, still folded on the back of the sofa. I ripped the hem and pulled the small micro-camera that I’d hidden in the hem before I dressed back at home. I returned to the safe and took photos of the pages with numbers on them before replacing the book back in the safe. I closed it up and slipped into my dress. I wasn’t concerned about fingerprints. I didn’t have a criminal record and had never been fingerprinted. The authorities had nothing to match them against.
    I put the picture back in place and went to the front door. I disabled the security system before quietly sneaking outside. Even though Nate was rather lax about security, I still had the guard at the front gate to contend with. However, I wasn’t going that way. Instead, I disappeared into the lush landscaping and climbed the wall. With the security system down, I had no worries of being detected. Just down the street, an unregistered Jeep waited. I climbed in and drove away.
    I drove most of the night to a small town just outside of Boston. There I parked at a small motor lodge and got a room. I wasn’t their long. The jeep had a bag inside with everything I needed. In it, I found clean clothes, toiletries, hair color and scissors. I cut my hair, leaving it short and spiky and colored it blonde. I showered and then dressed in the jeans, t-shirt and walking shoes. I then retrieved my purse containing my passport, a few hundred dollars, smart phone and plane ticket. I placed my hair clippings, dress and toiletries into the bag. I called a taxi and while I waited, I tossed the bag in the motel’s dumpster.
    I took the cab to Logan International Airport and on the way I transferred the photos from the small camera to my phone. Once we arrived, I boarded a flight to Europe. I knew I likely wouldn’t be caught, but I still didn’t feel safe until the plane had left the ground. Honestly, Nate had no idea I had stolen anything. He would find me gone and assume I’d simply left. When I didn’t show up at work on Monday back in Philadelphia, he might be