It was not just a matter of being law-abiding. She dreaded the prospect of trying to explain how she had emerged from a wrecked car without a scratch....«Maybe I should move one or two of those sticky notes to the car.» she thought.As she entered the shop she looked around at the few customers she saw and mused silently about how time had made the Grateful Dead “mainstream”. Almost everyone was in suits or other business attire, while the walls, windows, and tables were adorned with Deadhead. But what I had before me was another befuddling bundle of emotions and strong, really fucking strong desires. "Last load, Mrs. H.," Steve said. He wiped beads of sweat from his brow with the ubiquitous red bandana dangling from his and every other teenage boy's back pocket a la Bruce Springsteen's Born In The USA album cover. Like Devon the day before, I envied Steve his hardened physique, so much more defined and powerful than mine."Look," the 17 year old continued, "I really appreciate you. I just thought it might be important.”“Oh my dear girl, it is important! It’s especially important because it was Anton who told you his name. The fact that he spoke to you is a very significant breakthrough, but Anton’s story is very complicated and his, uh, status is delicate. Since you’re obviously the person he most trusts now, I’d like for you to look for ways to build on that trust to grow even closer to him. That makes you a part of our team and that means you must swear not to violate. “Allison…honey, you’re a goddess!” She rubbed the water from her eyes and looked at me through the water-speckled and slightly foggy glass, a beautiful smile on her face. “Thank you, but you’re biased.” “Yes, of course – but that doesn’t change the fact.” She simply was a goddess; to me, of course, but I wasn't so biased that I was seeing anything that another person would not. Allison, nude, wet, arching her back and moving as she was, water sluicing across her body…goddess; anyone would see.