Kent tried to see above the other people standing at the arrival gates at Arlanda Airport in Stockholm. At just 5 feet 7, he wasn’t tall for being a Swede, and right now he wished he was. A man in front of him must have seen whoever he was waiting for and moved out of the way. Kent quickly took his place at the front. The doors slid open, and another few passengers came through, but not the person he was waiting for. The...

“Thank God, they are leaving again,” said Kent. He and Magnus were in the kitchen. Kent was washing the dishes, and Magnus was on drying duty. They had just found out that Kent’s parents were leaving for the city for a few days. “Yeah, dude. This sneaking around sucks big time. When was the last time you and I could enjoy a real amazing sixty-nine?” Kent dried his hands on a towel and hung it back on the wall. “Shit, like...