And I asked her what her question was and she smiled again. And I asked how are you and she said now am fine and I was again all in thoughts of how cu...e she is and the new hair cut she had and looking at every minute changes she had from earlier.And I could even say that she had a different smell this time than the last time I saw her. And we finally reached our college premises and we were walking towards hostel and her hostel came and all this while I was just holding her hand. And we parted. Can I ask you a question?" What about?" asked Stacey."When did you figure this all out, I mean being gay and everything? Give me the whole thing and don't leave out the tidbits." The girls looked at me, and then looked at each other in a silent conversation. It seemed I was the first to broach the topic with the two, and they were very eager to share their story. I assumed the unaccustomed role of student, and the two of them became my teacher.Stacey, the loquacious little professor who was. The next morning, we were woken by the guards opening our cell door. The one guard was saying that we were free to go.I did not know why. I was certainly not going to ask.As we got to the entrance, there was an order written on the wall. It was from her husband. It read in part. He had halted the proceeding and disbanded The Court of Oyer and Terminer. That he was forming a new type of court that would not allow spectral evidence, all the women that were locked up were set free.I hugged Mary. It was a mark of how deeply troubled the boy was when he didn't even notice the girl in the skintight spandex running directly towards him as he stared into the distance. "Hey!" Kitty called as she sat down next to him. "How're you doing?"The boy jumped and shook his head, as if awaking from a dream. "Holy shit!" he yelled. "When'd you get here?" About a minute ago. Are you alright?" You must not be from around here." The boy said with a small shake of his head. "No, I'm not alright." What.