A Crime of passion

The first day we met, my friends were saying rude things as you were bad and why i was so kind and caring for you, and what happened next ?

We were friends, we stopped talking because of my worries, but I decided to talk to you again and then we became more than friends.

In typical fashion we divorced not long after out of concern for our platonic relationship. Then some years later I approached them again and agreed to connect my body with them, mirroring our previous development. Golly gosh. You'd hope this wouldn't get any worse, but...

…but soon we were cuddling under the stars and dancing with them, feeling the development of our relationships getting arrested. And then we ACTUALLY got arrested, for connecting our bodies together in a public space. Surprisingly, that’s when things started looking up.

We were under arrest, locked in jail for the weekend. The good news was the only cell available for us was the honeymoon suite, which was surprisingly nice.