Teenage Whore
Teenage Whore
"Up here," he said. The crowd was a million kilometres away. She nodded like a pretty schoolgirl, beautiful waves of brown hair curling over and around her now unreadable face. They took the stairs two at a time. Their pace grew slow as they proceeded down the tapestry lined hallway holding hands. They saw a few couples gazing at the rich tapestries. Others passed by them on their way back downstairs with curiously satisfied smiles, silent or whispering to each other. Daniel smiled inwardly without breaking his external look of preoccupation.