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"I love you, too."
    And with that, everything seemed like maybe it would be alright again.  I didn't know if it actually would be or not, but it seemed like we could try to make it that way.  It seemed like it was a good step in the right direction.
    "Let's go," he said.
    I didn't know where we were going.  I didn't know if I cared, either.
    ...
    We walked through the city together, hand in hand.  Unfortunately, the almost empty library parking lot was an entirely separate world from the busy city streets.  Cars drove past us, people walked alongside us, and the world opened up to us.  We'd spent time living in a microcosm before, and now we were advancing into a much larger universe.  Though even that was just a small part of something bigger.  It made me nervous.
    What made me even more nervous was this black box tucked beneath my arm.  I held Lucent's hand on one side, carrying the hard drive on the other.  At any moment, I thought someone would stop us, someone would suspect something, someone would see me for what I was.  I was a criminal and a fugitive alongside Lucent.  Perhaps I hadn't actually done anything illegal myself, but after learning of his criminality, I was now an accomplice, wasn't I?  The idea felt strange to me, odd thoughts stirring through my mind.
    I thought someone would recognize us.  They would see me or him.  And they would know.
    The police would show up.  They'd surround us.  Officers hiding behind open doors with guns pointed our way, and one negotiator screaming at us through a bullhorn, telling us to give up and put our hands above our heads.  They'd come for us, arrest us, detain us.  And then what?  If that happened, I thought my life would be over.
    Not only would Lucent and I go to jail, but it wasn't like they'd put us together, you know?  They'd place us in separate cells, probably in separate prisons, isolated and alone.  I'd be stuck with Martha, some woman who killed her husband in the dead of night, and Lucent would be with Bobby Bubba Jones, the Southern swamp axe murderer.
    I didn't know where these people came from.  Really, I just made them up in my head.  I hoped I'd never meet them, and I'd probably never meet Bobby Bubba Jones anyways because he'd be in a separate prison with Lucent instead of me, but I hoped Lucent never met him, either.  They might be nice people for all I knew—just misguided and in need of assisted reform—but I thought I'd rather not be a direct part of that or their lives.
    Not while locked up in prison, at least.  Maybe I could read to them or send them books?  Except that might be weird.  I needed to write a good book first.  I didn't know how I felt about sending Bobby Bubba Jones a copy of my erotic sex story e-book.  That might be kind of creepy.
    Weird thoughts shoved out the anxious ones, and before I knew it, we'd arrived at breakfast.  Breakfast involved Sam's Delicatessen, which was one of Lucent's favorite breakfast places.  I liked it a lot, too.
    Coincidentally, or not, Sam also owned one of Lucent's favorite alternative lifestyle clubs where they had BDSM things going on.  I didn't know much about that.  Or, I mean, I knew about it, but Lucent had his own private room there, with tinted glass protecting the interior from untoward viewers, so when we went there together, we mostly stayed in the room and watched everyone in private.  That was fun, though.  Kind of.  I didn't not enjoy it, at least.  I liked being with Lucent, but I didn't understand all of the BDSM stuff that went on.  I liked our BDSM stuff, but other people's BDSM things confused me sometimes.  They seemed kind of bad or mean, even though Lucent told me they weren't.
    Honestly, yes, being spanked with a riding crop seemed not so great in my mind.  I guess I didn't actually know, though, because I'd never agreed to let Lucent spank me with a riding crop.  Maybe it was wonderful.  I had my doubts.
    Sam's wasn't actually a breakfast