Molly and Bill are a mismatched pair of thieves, with Molly's petite frame and boyish haircut contrasting with Bill's stocky build and bushy mustache. But despite their differences, they've proven to be a formidable team, having pulled off a series of audacious heists. "Are you sure about this, Molly?" Bill asks as they prowl down the sidewalk, scanning the neighborhood. "This isn't our usual type of score." Molly smirks, her green eyes gleaming with mischief beneath a black baseball cap. "And that's why it'll be so easy. No one expects a couple of kids to case the joint." "What if they catch us after?" Bill says. "Think about the optics." "They won't catch us. We're eluding the law, not leaving fingerprints at a birthday party." Bill chuckles and shakes his head. "Spoken like a true nonconformist." As they approach the address, the wails of children at play float out onto the cul-de-sac through an open window. "Oy, look at that pink monster," Bill mutters. "If I had to spend my day chasing after that thing, I'd throw myself off the roof." "What, you're saying if your name was Barbie, you wouldn't enjoy some adventures of your own?" Molly quips. "Who knows, who plays with pink these days? I haven't seen a doll that isn't fully equipped with a six pack of abs and a yoga mat since I was five." Bill rolls his eyes and the two slide over the fence, keeping low to avoid any curious eyes. They tear through the master bedroom, cornering a guard dog under a rock circular table that was meant solely for decorative purposes. Molly scoops up a pile of presents and races to the window, throwing the package to Bill. "Quick, the extra weight'll slow my rolls down," Molly says with a grin, pulled up on her elbows. Bill makes the impossible catch, then hesitates, looking back at the pile of gifts. "I know it's tempting," Molly says, "but we agreed on equals. Besides, if we're suspended from the backbone of the host home, then we forfeit any right to make the call on how long the operation lingers. We're out of there in under one minute from left to right. I do not play by the rules since it is the prerogative and the gift of my rapture." Bill nods and joins her in the public ayer. Fuck, she's so hot it hurts my head to stick up for how this punishment would roll. Molly knows how to pounce and bounce off without pulling punches to anyone in her scope. I'm a fool to think anyone should be able to beat her in any pursuit of verbal games. The silent moonshine inside myself whispers to my liquefied muscles. Molly breathes control into me. It is the best feeling I have ever felt that rendered euphoria into a less than optimal state. We are a beautiful salad that embodies the energy of the warrior lifestyle. There is nowhere else to be but inside of this love created at moments as magical as this one. I would die for this feeling so many times at this point that an incredible rush of lavender so cuddled by the laughter from the small children inside of the fatty pink pyramid assails my being and love springs from my heart and detonates into the square of love. The question occurred to Molly as we finished mixing our souls. Is coolness and danger what makes our love special? The question made us laugh and take out it like the tragic action movie that we were watching a few days ago for dinner movie night.