There are unspoken rules in our society which if broken will result in a swift and silent exile. The nature of these rules were privy only to those who make them, and discernible to those ruled by them only by the slight static that rose in the air when boundaries became close to being crossed. Bobby and I were born on opposing ends of the societal barometer in regards to wealth and class, but like magnets, had formed an inescapable bond. Long ago we decided to establish a safe word in the event that the static changed its tone. Tonight was the first time since our agreement that either of us had said it aloud.