If luck was on his side, he’d never need them again. Not those particular items, at least. He’d never wear orange again, that was for certain. Rubbing his hands together, he turned away from the lake and faced the night before him. A soft breeze blew across the water’s still surface, stirring the fine hairs on his legs, chest and balls. A tingle of excitement rippled through him. With a deep breath, he smoothed his hands over his newly exposed chest and stomach. He loved being naked, loved the sense of freedom it allowed. Alas, it wasn’t a state he’d enjoyed over these last fifteen years. A wry chuckle rumbled his chest. There wasn’t much of anything about the last fifteen years he’d enjoyed. Except fooling everyone who thought him too institutionalised. Except escaping. Casting one last look at his discarded uniform, Brad Tellerman turned and began threading his way through the matted scrub rimming the lake’s edge. The eye-hurting orange one-piece overalls might be covered in filth but they were still too easily recognisable for what they were.
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