Callisto woke up from the noise his parents were making. He felt jealous that he was all alone in his room with no one to talk to at all. He thought of having a girlfriend to put an end to his monotonous life.
    There was only one person in his mind, so he wore his sanguine cloak and again jumped out of the window of his bedroom. The moon was different tonight, he thought, and the whole night could be different too.
    After a few moments, Callisto reached the front of Linley's house. He stood there for a while, thinking if what he was going to do was right. He knew he must not do this, but he acted impulsively again, without thinking about the possible consequences of his actions.
    Callisto knocked on the door of Linley's house several times. After a few moments, someone opened up. It was Linley, who was confused about what Callisto was doing there.
    "May I enter?" Callisto asked in a direct manner. A charming smile appeared on his face, and he appeared like a perverted addict in Linley's eyes.
    "Um," Linley hesitated for a while, but knowing that Callisto never did anything he'd regret before, she decided to let him in. "Yup, but just be quiet."
    Linley locked the door and walked to their living room, where the fireplace was glowing. Callisto followed her. His eyes stayed on her round, fleshy buttocks, as if asking, "Do you want to touch me?" Yes, of course, but he prevented himself from doing such a thing that could lead him to jail for committing sexual assault.
    Linley turned on the lights and asked, "So, what brought you here in the middle of the night?" Curiosity was on her face as she sat down on the couch and crossed her legs.
    Callisto sat down next to her, leaving a very little gap between them, not minding her boundaries. "I just can't fall asleep, and I don't have anyone to talk with," he replied.
    "Well, you brought yourself to the right place, because I can't sleep either. There's a snoring man inside my room, and I don't know why he has to sleep there," Linley said.
    Callisto wondered who this man Linley was talking about. Then he remembered that she already had a boyfriend, and it would be disrespectful to bother them. They might have broken up many times, but they always get back together again.
    "Do you mean Lazaro?" Callisto asked. "Does he sleep here every night?"
    "Who else? Lazaro always sleeps here with me, but not every night. You know, he has his own house. How about you? Tell me why you can't fall asleep and why it comes to your mind to come here," Linley replied.
    "Alone." Callisto sighed. "I can no longer sleep alone in my room. No offense, but I want someone to sleep with me."
    Linley got what Callisto wanted to say, so she allowed him to use one of the rooms in their house. She let him use the bed and eventually became aware that they were both already lying on it.
    "What are you waiting for?" Linley asked. "Don't tell me that you can't still fall asleep. Or maybe you're just thinking about unpleasant things. Come on, those things won't make you sleep."
    She smiled and twisted her shapely legs. "Don't worry, I will not do anything to you, unless you want me to."
    Callisto didn't reply. He felt his body getting warm, so he stood up and removed his clothes.
    "Hey, what are you doing?" Linley asked, looking at Callisto. Her eyes turned wide. It appeared to her how masculine Callisto was. She never expected him to have that kind of body, but she didn't really want to think about it, although her heart beats fast and loud.
    "I just felt warm. I hope you didn't mind." Callisto got back on the bed beside Linley, whose eyes were stuck on his abdomen with amazement.
    "Wanna touch it?" Callisto asked, then smirked. He noticed that Linley got interested in his muscles, but he never did think of her as someone else more than a friend.
    "What are you—" Linley asked.
    "Be quiet if you don't want to be heard by Lazaro," Callisto said. "I know you like it. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
    Callisto got closer to Linley, as if he wanted their bodies to merge. Linley couldn't move, though she tried. She struggled, trying to avoid his kiss, moving beneath him and out of the bed, but he would not let her go.
    Callisto held Linley's hand to stop her from resisting. He easily took her lips, kissing her until she began, against her will, to respond. She answered his kiss, pressed herself against him, and moaned.
    By the time Callisto was going to use his exasperated tool, he was surprised why Linley stopped. She realized what he meant to do, and so she insisted on getting out of his warm body and jumped out of the bed. Callisto was curiously looking at her back, as she couldn't look directly into his eyes, but sat down on the edge of the bed.
    "Why, Linley? What's wrong?" Callisto asked.
    "I thought that you were a gentleman, but I was wrong. You better go out of here and don't show your face again!" Linley angrily threw the pillow at him.
    Linley exited the room. Her footsteps were heavy, as she couldn't forget what happened. She could almost lose her virginity if she'd allow that bad boy to use her body like she was a mere prostitute. She continued inside her room. She sat down on the bed next to Lazaro, who appeared to be dreaming.
    "Where have you been?" Lazaro asked.
    "I just drank water and breathed some fresh air," Linley replied as if nothing happened. "Can you please stop snoring because I can't sleep?"
    "Sorry, sorry, I didn't know that I was snoring, but I can't stop myself from snoring unless you help me stop it." Lazaro secretly smirked behind her.
    "Boys only want sex," Linley thought. She realized how difficult it would be to have many boyfriends or to be a prostitute, and he never thought about that. She didn't mind Lazaro, just letting him do whatever he wanted to do, but with limitations.
    On the other hand, those words that came out of Linley's lips were a bolt from the blue for Callisto. He didn't know why she didn't want to do with him what his parents were always doing. He eventually had a clear mind and realized how embarrassing it was.
    Instead of doing what he should do, instead of apologizing, he didn't even show his face to her because of embarrassment. He went back home, performing the thing that turned out to be his routine: climbing through the window of his bedroom and lying down on his bed.
    Callisto didn't know how he could do such a thing to his friend who just wanted to help him. He was so ungrateful and tried to abuse Linley's kindness.
    Perhaps because of being young and of the ridgil of his feelings, he brought himself and attempted to involve Linley in a night of forgetting themselves, but he didn't succeed. He knew there would be a gap growing between them because of what he did. It seemed that he had disappointed her, and he was incriminated.
    When tomorrow came, Callisto noticed something that he didn't want to notice at all. Every time he approached Linley, she would also stand up and walk away, as if she didn't really know him. She kept treating him like a stranger.
    "How much pain did I give her to avoid me like this?" Callisto asked himself with regret.
    Callisto knew there was nothing else he could do if Linley wanted to avoid him, but he also knew that apologizing was the only way he could repair their broken relationship, or even their friendship.
    Consequently, his feet brought him into Linley's house. He wondered if she was there, but the house seemed empty. He turned and was going to leave when someone touched his shoulder. When he looked back, he saw the person he hadn't expected to see.
    "Stalin?" Callisto asked. "What are you doing here?"
    "Callisto." Stalin pronounced his name well, and her lips could almost reach her ears as she smirked. "What do you think I am doing here?"
    Stalin grabbed Callisto's shoulder with her dirty hands and attempted to kiss his lips, but he shunned it.
    "What are you doing?" Callisto asked; he couldn't ask her if she was crazy because she was, so he just ran away from her.
    "Come back, don't avoid me! I want to kiss you!" Stalin exclaimed, chasing after Callisto.
    Callisto was confused about what was happening to Stalin, but it crossed his mind that perhaps there was nothing wrong if he'd just believe what people were saying about her. He ran and ran, but Stalin pursued him. He hid himself behind the post some feet away from it.
    "Callisto!" Stalin called. "Where are you now?"
    Stalin pronounced every word one by one. She looked from side to side, front to back, and noticed a shadow on the ground by the lamppost.
    "There you are." Stalin went near to the lamppost and saw Callisto, who was innocently leaning on it. His sweat is raining down his forehead onto his face and neck. "Why are you avoiding me, huh?" She asked.
    "You crazy girl, stop bothering me and stop pretending you're crazy if you're not," Callisto said.
    Stalin remained silent. His words stunned her for a while, and then after that, her hand reached the post behind Callisto and looked directly into his eyes. This time, he couldn't escape from her, he thought.