Allow me, instead, to call her Juliet, for she is that to me, and I her Romeo, though I’ll not claim that name for myself. What I will say is that I...knew her face from the many photos we’d shared, but those cellulose simulations did no justice to the glow of her smile that night. We kissed at the gate, lovers separated by distance, finally allowed to be together. It was a whirlwind of touches, tastes, sighs and laughs. A whirlwind to be sure, for Juliet drove through the fury of a hurricane to. Quickly. VERY quickly.I slipped out of the bed smoothly and gathered up my shoes - and my thong. Back in my own room I looked in my mirror one last time. I was shaking. Of course I was! Then I set to. It had taken me hours to get myself ready, though I'd interrupted my preparations several times for various admirations and so on. Even working meticulously carefully I was me again in maybe just over twenty minutes. I was a bit scared Dad would wake up and catch me mid-strip, but he really was. I picked her up and carried her to her room. I laid her down on her bed and then I laid down next to her. You dont really think Im just gonna go to sleep like this, do you? she asked me. No, and Im not quite ready to call it a night either, I replied. With that, we started kissing each other, like we had twice before, except we were alone now. We were alone in a bed, not a freezer or a McDonalds playland. We could do whatever we wanted. As we kissed longer, I began to untie the strings on her. After looking at the station map, I decided that L'Enfant Plaza might be even better than the places that William suggested, and I suggested that. William shrugged and readily agreed.We rode silently into the station and after we exited, I silently led our party. I knew that there was a hotel at the Plaza, and it had a few lobbies within. Mary was looking at me expectantly. I entered her mind and silently said, "Yes?" Things seem pretty safe here," Mary said."How do you know?" I asked."Just a.