Chapter Nine
Jackson and I played tourist for the next week. I felt like a kid. My nightmare was over. So, too, was Roelf’s use of me. Jackson ended his favors there, and promised that I wouldn’t be given to the man again. I was never sure if he was displeased with the outcome, or just thought that I’d had enough.
We strolled through several art museums, took trips through the canals, and ate in trendy New Age restaurants or quaint cafés when our feet hurt too much to keep going. We made several trips through the familiar streets and lanes of de Walletjes. Jackson commented on what he saw and asked me questions about what I enjoyed, how it made me feel, and what I feared sexually that I hadn’t yet confessed to him.
“You know, you have me programmed to believe that if I tell you someth
