After we escaped, I realized that I couldn't endanger my family members and I didn't want to use my ability to defend them (I SO didn't want my brother to see me flash my boobs around) so I grabbed one thing that they probably wouldn't miss (the first piece of clothing I ever wore - a lace-trimmed yellow dress) and ran. Unfortunately, I didn't have anything that would allow me to flash easily, so I got captured fairly early on by a mob boss. I realized that I could still escape if I let him think I would give him a blow job, and then I could mez my way onto a Greyhound bus and start a new life up in Woodland.
All I've wanted to do this week is sleep.... and I have. SRSLY, like twelve hours a night. I'm also in this weird limbo where I can't tell if it's my allergies killing me or if I'm sick. It sucks either way.