I had to get away...I felt cornered. There were no two ways about it. And some of it was my fault. When my life went to hell, I made some mistakes. Big ones. That put me on the run... okay, a fugitive from the law. Even though what happened wasn't my fault, it gave me a strong urge to disappear. When you can't use your own ID, it is hard to get by. Even getting a crap job takes extreme measures.
Arriving in New Mexico, I found a place where I could work and live. Naturally it came with conditions and required a willingness to play the boss's games. But in a way it opened doors. I got to meet Deke and learn that kinky sex could be wild and fun. And maybe even give me a way to disappear again... into something that resembled a future.