In the future, Gary will be able to track his hair fetish back to the very moment he saw Angel brush her silky strands. She looked fine, so Gary wasn't sure at first if she was teasing him or if she thought her hair was out of place. He quickly stopped caring and just watched. Light shone down on her and some seemed to pass through her hair, but more sun reflected off in glorious golden glow. Her hair would be pulled up and fluffed out by the brush and then fall back down in a cascade of solid light.

They walked across the mostly empty lot towards the street, his eyes leaving the brush only to look at the rest of her. She still looked slightly flushed and her lipstick was more or less straightened out, but a little less exact. Her hands had been shaking when she applied it and Gary had been helping them shake by tickling her slightly. That was then, now they were out of the washroom, out of the bus terminal, and, as far as Gary was concerned, back in reality.

"We're just kids! I can't support you." Gary unhooked his brain from Angel long enough to hop over the puddle collected by a blocked storm drain and extend his hand to Angel. Hair in place and comb away, she took the offered hand and used it for balance as she jumped over the puddle. She fell into him, they kissed and she latched back onto his side. They wandered, but not aimlessly. Angel was steering him somewhere.

"Thank you, but I don't need support. I can look after myself." She paused and looked at him, concerned. "You sound like you're trying to talk yourself out of this."

"I-I am. This is nuts. We probably aren't even old enough to get married. I haven't graduated yet!"

"So?" Angel swung out in front of him holding his hand and walking backwards. "Neither have I. We lie to the priest and then we just live with your parents or mine parents until we do graduate, then we go to college, get careers, have kids. Happily ever after."

Gary looked around. The bus terminal was in an older part of town. A mile down the road, by the library, a reclamation movement was underway, cleaning up the old town center with a community policing center, better lighting and new high rises going in, but that was a mile from here. You heard some pretty nasty stories about went on around here, especially now with the redevelopment pushing up north.

"Hey, uh, where are we going?" Gary asked, thanking God that this late in spring they still had another four hours before light became a problem. No one would bug a couple of teens out in broad daylight, would they?

"For a walk. I'm giving you time to talk yourself out of grabbing the best thing that has ever come into your life so we can both regret it for the rest of our lives."

"I'm trying to talk you out of going too fast. It's a great idea right now, but what about tomorrow? We don't even know each other. I'm hopelessly in love with you, but this is like Romeo and Juliet. We meet, we fall in love, and what then? They were lucky they died before anything could go wrong. I don't want to die and I don't want anything to go wrong."

"That's pretty defeatist talk. Like maybe dying was something that went wrong? Romeo and Juliet never even got a chance to get things right. We are! Plus their parents were complete assholes."

"Angel," Mmmmwha! "Thank you." Mmmmwha! "You're nuts. We're both nuts because I want to do that too, but-but we . . . we. We have to be realistic here! Why don't we just go slow and-and date for a while? That way we can do it all right, not rushed. We can tell our folks, have the big wedding you want. We just can't do it all today. That's nuts.

"We don't even know each other's names."

"I like Angel. Way better than my real name. Yuck."

"What is your real name?"

Angel stopped walking and studied Gary. She almost said something then paused, changed her mind and said, "You'll laugh."

"No I won't," Gary retorted.

"Maybe you won't." She started walking again. "But I like Angel better. What's your name?"

"Gary," Gary blurted.

"Omigod, that's right. I thought it was Greg, but I wasn't sure."

"You thought it was Greg? Why Greg?"

"Back in grade two. You had Mr Coican and I had Miss Bell. You held the door for me. I dunno why, but it always stuck in my mind even if I forgot your name. It was . . . cute."

"You liked me since we were eight? I don't even remember that."

"You wouldn't, I didn't really until I saw you tripping over your feet at the bus stop. I mean, it's not like I was in love with you all that time or I would have looked you up before now. It's just like love at second or third sight, or at least serious lust. You're the first guy I really wanted to sleep with. Just about did too," she smiled coyly, "you might have gotten lucky."

"I got lucky on the side of a bus when the most beautiful woman in the world gave me a--" Gary was cut off by perfect pink lips again, but he cut the kiss of early. "Angel, stop and think about this for a minute. You gave me a blowjob on the side of a busy street. I almost got lucky on a bus; that seem kind of strange to you?"

"Not really." Angel squirmed against him, rubbing her magnificent body against Gary's not so magnificent one. "Dad always said if you really want something, you have to work for it and you let nothing get in the way of your goals."

"I don't think fucking a stranger in public is what he had in mind Angel. Something really screwy is going on."

Angel stopped to consider that, her face tense, confusion flowing across her lovely features. Gary watched her thinking grow darker. Her face got whiter.

"I hadn't thought about it that way. I just had to do it. I wanted it so bad nothing else mattered. When I saw you looking at me at the stop it was like . . . I dunno. Like you were the perfect guy, like a god. You wanted me and I wanted you more than anything and I don't know what's going on! Greg, what's the matter with me?"

Angel's eyes were wide. She trembled a little and backed away. She slid her hand out of his. Gary hadn't noticed they'd been holding hands, it just felt so natural to do it, but it hurt when she let go.

"What did you do to me? That wasn't love. Omigod what was I doing? I was waiting for the bus, I saw you watching me and trying to pretend you weren't, that was cute in a stupid sort of way, then I remembered you holding the door for me when we were kids and I just had to get your attention, had to make you horny, make you mine. I just wanted to be your girl so much I would have done anything. I'd never felt anything like it before. Never done anything like that either."

"You never did that before? You were perfect Angel."

Angel blushed and looked sort of ashamed. Better than frightened white, thought Gary. I'd die if she ran off now.

"Well . . . I sort of did it once with Brad, but it was nothing like that," she sighed. Her eyes drifted and her lips twisted into a talking smile. "When I touched it the first time it was like a shock ran through me. You felt so good. I could feel it pulsing in my hands as I stroked it and when you jumped the first time . . . I felt so, I dunno, good. Happy. Bliss. I couldn't imagine any better way to spend my time. Brad made me gag when I tried it, but you slid down my throat like butter, I couldn't believe it. It was like you were made for me and only me. Like doing it was all that mattered. I could have gone on forever, I wanted to keep you going forever, then the damn bus came and I had to rush things.

Angel was in Gary's arms as she continued. She looked at him and licked her lips at the memory of something delicious and dreamlike.

"I made you cum. Me. I did that. You were totally mine. You were moaning and your hips just, I dunno, humped. It was so hot. I had you totally going. You were mine; you'd do anything to keep cumming. The things you were saying, I just loved it. I totally blew your mind.

"God. Now I want to do it again. But you . . . in the washroom. Ooooo. I definitely want to do that again."

"I don't think that was entirely me either. I've never done anything like that before and it's like I knew how you wanted it, what you needed. Before you, the furthest I ever got was some petting with a girl at a school dance. Last real girlfriend I had was in grade ten and we never got past kissing. You've probably dated a dozen guys."

"Hey! Despite recent events, I'm not a slut. I've just had a couple, but same thing--kissing and groping and one sort of blowjob. Nothing like . . .," Angel pressed in close again, her lips almost on his, her eyes deep holes, pupils huge. She was breathing heavily. Gary was breathing heavily. She held both his hands. "But I'm not seeing anyone right now so you're safe. No quarterback is going to kick your ass for being with me."

"You dated a quarterback?" Gary took a step back.

"Dumped him last Tuesday." Angel took a step forward, then another, forcing Gary back. "I must have had a premonition or something." Their lips joined for a moment. "Actually, I didn't like his attitude when he realized I wasn't going to put out for him just because he was graduating. I'm also not putting out for you because you might marry me in a year or so."

Despite her proclamation of non carnal intent, Angel had pined Gary between herself and a building and ground into both his groin, seemingly in an attempt to get off, and into his mouth, probably just because she liked kissing. He sure liked it, both the kissing and the copulative motion. As she rubbed up against him, it occurred to Gary there was a lot to be said for having a girlfriend, future wife in his case, that was just as tall as he was. Their hands had separated and she was in his arms, her hands on his hips, coaxing them towards her in a rhythm matching her own writhing.

"Oh god, Angel," Gary moaned. "You have no idea how much I want you."

"Good. So you've made up your mind then?" She sounded so confident for a girl who was gasping for breath herself. "Let's go."

"Where?"

"The library to look up flight times on the internet."