Your belly is rumbling and after months of prison food a good meal is on the top of you’re list. You stuff the money into several of your pockets and head to the restaurant. It’s a rather nice restaurant. The hostess stops you and says, “Do you have a reservation”? You smile; pull out three hundred dollars, and say, “Yes, under this name”. She quickly snatches the money, smiles, and says, “Your table is waiting, sir. Follow me”.
You take you table and order a drink. You’ve always wanted to eat at a place like this. It’s a shame that as soon as the prison finds out they made a mistake by releasing you it’ll be all over. You don’t know if you’re being paranoid or if they are really doing it, but it seems several people are staring at you. Maybe they recognize you from the newspapers, or maybe it’s just the way you’re dressed. You look down at yourself and realize that you don’t fit in with the crowd around here. You look around and see several well-dressed people. There is a businessman in a suit, a real big shot by the looks of it. Two tables over there is a young very attractive very busty woman with an older man her sugar daddy no doubt. Either that or she’s an escort. She’s wearing enough jewelry to buy some small countries. “That’s the life to have. Wish it was mine”, you say to yourself. You then look down at your hands and see that you're fading away. You can see right through them.
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