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I hoped doggystyle to get something a little better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a little while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the moon was bright and it helped. There were places where the trail seemed to be hard to find, and when that happened, I’d look at the compass and make sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after several minutes of stomping through the woods, I’d find something resembling the trail again. There wasn’t much undergrowth, so the going was pretty easy, though there were several small creeks along the way. I didn’t trust myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on rocks or fallen tress to get across the creeks. I figured I was most likely to fall and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow spots and just waded across, usually with water no higher than my knees. I was in running shoes and socks with jeans, a top, and my jacket. I had no intention of taking off shoes or jeans, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet clothes, and as they began to dry, I’d get to another creek. After an hour or so of walking, I came across a road. I had told Paul that I’d put out a little flag near where I was, and that he japanese was to stop, roll down all the windows and open all the doors on the car and I’d know it was him and come out. The latter was a little paranoia on my part. I wanted to make sure it was Paul and only Paul in the car picking me up. Paul had sprung me and gotten me away, but even now I didn’t wholly trust him or anyone else. I knew he had some ideas for getting us away, but I had some ideas of my own. Paul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make sure the car was clear before coming out. We got in the car and I took blowjob off my socks and shoes to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. Hardcore We stopped and got a pair of burner phones and exchanged numbers, since I had no phone and Paul had wisely ditched his already. Paul found a little motel near the edge of town and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my panties which were still a bit messy from earlier. We made love again and went to sleep. In the morning, my clothes were dry, if something less than wonderful. I asked Paul if he had any cash and told him I’d pay him back many times over. He wanted to accompany me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we’d meet back up that evening. I hit a thrift store and bought a couple of slightly nicer, but different outfits which fit much better, and hit a discount store for bras and panties and a small overnight case. I changed to a new outfit in a public restroom and put the rest of my purchases in the overnight bag. I next hit a hair salon and had them cut my long blonde hair to a pixie cut and dye it jet black. With the new hair, a pair of sunglasses, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a place where I could get a phony passport. So many countries now have RFID chips and biometric data on their passports, and I was a bit leery of that, but found asian a place that could give me a South African passport with no biometrics. Paul had given me a fair amount of cash, at my begging, and I had enough cash left for a one way ticket to Paris. As the plane was getting ready to take off, I texted Paul and told him I’d be in contact with him in a few days. I had some friends in Paris from my modeling days, and hit one of them for a place to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Switzerland, where my bank and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. 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