Taz lay in the darkness, she hadn't slept much, the memory of the feelings when they had kissed still pinbowling through her head. She hadn't wanted to stop, didn't understand why Belle had stopped it until later. She was right, it was stupid for her to get Belle into trouble. They drove back to Belle's  home, she hugged her tightly from behind, the kiss and it's undeniable effects still with her. Back at Belle's they had cooked together in companionable silence, there was little awkwardness, sometimes they just smiled at each other, and then Taz insisted that Belle give her some work do to. When it was time to go she had smiled at Belle, "I'll be eighteen next time I'm here." and then she left.<br/><br/>It would be her last time there in the capacity of her serving out her sentence, but she knew Belle well enough to be certain that this wasn't over.<br/><br/>Taz wanted to do something for Belle. Something amazing, over the top, phenomenal. As she waited for the sun to rise and awaken the camp she had her idea, and off she went, she had a lot to do.<br/><br/>It was the last day of her sentence, and she was almost sorry for it, the last few weeks having changed her life in the most unexpected way.  Her birthday had come and gone and someone had even brought her a donut with a candle in it. That had been a sweet gesture. Taz had been to the police station to pee in her cup, for the last time, and was told to come tomorrow to sign off on some papers. She listened to the lecture of 'next time you fuck up you'll be in jail,' and for some reason, maybe they didn't trust her, she was observed today when she peed in her cup. Whatever.<br/><br/>She rang the doorbell, her heart beating harder than before,