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Brittany had finally made the break from her mother. Her pain was raw and she knew she would go back to her mother if she stayed in town, therefore, she racked her brain on where to go. She grinned. Brittany left St. Louis to try her luck in the sex-crazed environment of Miami, Florida. If she didn’t make it there, she would take Samson’s advice and join the military. She packed meager belongings into her car while her mother slept. She left a note on the kitchen table, debating whether to place it next to her mother. She so wanted to caress her cheek and kiss her good-bye, but that might wake her and that, she couldn’t risk. She would have to leave without that precious last kiss.
Brittany gave one last look to her living room, placed the keys on a table by the door, then opened it. Thinking quickly, she went to her bedroom and grabbed a few precious relics, including her long metal pipe. She bowed to the room and walked out the front door, never to return.
Looking back was not an option. Brittany knew she would weaken and return, so she moved forward at a quick pace, sat behind the wheel of her car, and drove quickly away. Miami, here she comes.
After three months of failures and low profits, Miami proved not the haven she believed. She entered her car with her belongings for the long drive back to Missouri to enlist in the service. Why Missouri? Samson had contacts that would get her in, but those contacts were back home, the place she dreaded going.
Brittany prided herself on her resolve. She gave Miami a fair shot and now it was time to admit failure and move on. As she drove out of town, a billboard of a military scene caught her eye. That was the extra lift she needed. Brittany drove as fast as she could and with a few well-placed lies and Samson’s backing, she became United States Property and left for Fort Leonard Wood to begin her basic training.