<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The Barn:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s6.postimg.org/cshj6dba9/April_Barn.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><br/>Clyde could see Bonnie seemed relaxed around his family and in his home. That was a very good thing, considering what she had witnessed him do. He didn't want her to see him in the light of a bank robber and murderer. He wanted her to seem him in the light of just an average everyday person trying to make a living just like everybody else.<br/><br/>As the two of them munched on the stolen strawberries he led her through the trees to an old barn. It was a sharp contrast to the house itself. It was rundown a bit and looked like it hadn't been used much in the present years. He led her inside. It was darker inside so their eyes had to get used to the dim light filtering in through the openings and cracks. But it was light enough for them to see.<br/><br/>Inside near the far left corner in the front of the barn was an old moonshine still, indicating what he may have meant by the life dating back to the age of his grandfather. He pointed it out without her asking.<span style="color: #B7410E">"My grandfather, my mother's father, used to be a shiner. My father was a runner for him. That was how my parents met."</span>He gave her a smirk.<span style="color: #B7410E">"So I guess you could say the life of a criminal runs in my blood."</span><br/><br/>He leaned up against a beam as she sat on a pile of hay. But that soon changed as she beckoned him, who was all too willing to oblige. He came to her and leaned over her.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Depends..."</span>He answered her question with a sly look as he gently placed a finger under her chin to lift her head.<span style="color: #B7410E">"How nice do you want this lion to be?"</span>With that he leaned in, his lips meeting hers, in what was to be the kiss that would change his life forever.