Breckinridge entered the Café and took her usual seat in a booth near the window. We waited until the waitress delivered her lunch of a salad and tea...before we walked into the Café. Jenny and I slipped into her booth across from her.Looking very perturbed, Mrs. Breckinridge confronted us, “Who are you, and how dare you sit in my booth without introducing yourselves and asking permission. You young people today are so brazen and impolite.”I slipped the envelope with the pictures across the table. ” Well, that always makes it easy for me so I started out with a little reggae version of 'Knocking on Heaven’s door'. It’s a good way for me to warm up, and I like the song as it’s catchy and I get a good sound check and make sure my guitar is staying in tune. I went through various different songs for a good forty minutes, trying to get a feel for what the people might be in the mood for. I have a pretty good head for when people want lively music, or laid-back, or a little of everything.. I went there she wore jeans and black t shirt we came out. After some time after coming out she wore scarf to her face and now she is on my bikes back seat finally we reached my friend’s room both went inside the room locked the room from inside.Now we were alone in room sitting on bed looking at each other smiling at each other as we both know what is going to happen. She said do not look at me I am feeling shy I said I will look our heartbeat was rising every second. I took initiative and. " Rose's Mom.I stood up and grabbed by bathrobe off the floor. "Yes, Mom."Rose had other ideas though. "No." Just one word but her mom was turning a really scary red color."Young lady, don't you disobey me. WE are going home. And you are grounded for the rest of your life." No, Mother, I am not. Art and I are married. My place is with him. I might come to visit but this is my home now." Don't talk crazy. You are only 28 gazelons old, you can't be married." Well, I am. And here is the proof.".