It was such a gesture of innocence, not meant to be romantic—but somehow, as I look back, it was quite possibly the most romantic thing ever. Two ki...ds, barely eighteen, enjoying the comfortable silence that many pairs never reach. Two kids, content to just be with each other, not talking or laughing or joking around, but just walking and thinking. To this day, I don’t know what he thought of, nor do I care. All I know is that my thoughts flowed freely, the evils of teenage life escaped my mind. Not what you would find in a palace, but it was stuffed with hay and only a slightly lumpy. I had paid to stay in inns with worse bedding. I stretched out naked beneath the thin blanket. They hadn't bothered to give me any clothes. I guess they wanted to make sure if I changed forms, they would know it was me. My friends, what I saw of them as they were taken to the other cells, wore gray rags provided by the jailer.I leaned against the stone wall, the pillow hard in my lower back. My bed was. She would even mugged, fingerprinted and be submitted to STD tests. Since she hadn't actually done anything, they would hold her for a couple of hours, release her and tell her to get out of town. From what I had seen here she probably couldn't get out of town, she didn't have the money."Where are you staying?" I don't have a place yet." Have you had lunch?" No sir."Instead of taking her to my office the inevitable call to the police, I detoured and ushered her into the almost deserted coffee. In the morning at 10 o’clock, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and tried to greet and hug my sister. But she completely ignored me like a girl ignores an ‘awara’ roadside Romeo. She directly went to my father, jump over him and they both started lip kissing. I and mom were in extreme shock. They had a10 minutes long kiss.I and mom were surprisingly looking at both of them with wide-open mouth. Mom tried to interrupt them. But they ignored my mom also and started taking their clothes off..