(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/18/1d/d4/181dd4c654dd03d1d8eb5a424b56abc3--hair-fair-character-inspiration-female-redhead.jpg)<br/><br/>They had driven much of the way through NY state on the first day and Bailey had been sitting in the back of the car taking all the pictures. All of them. Ever. She had a 256gig card in her camera and five spare batteries. She didn't have to worry about not having enough storage. Oh yes, all the pictures on this trip. Ever. In the history of ever. She seemed particularly fond of barns, the more dilapidated the better, but all kinds of strange things would take her fancy, there was a nest some large bird of prey had made on top of a wooden telegraph pole somehow and she had insisted they stopped so she could change lenses and see if she could get some pictures of the birds coming and going.<br/><br/>When they found a motel and stopped for the evening she had managed to pay for the rooms. She was the rich kid of the group mostly because of her family, but she was nevertheless the rich kid of the group. She knew that her friends didn't really have the money for this and had insisted that since Angel had paid for the tickets and put down the deposit on the hotel in Toronto that the gas money was her responsibility. But that didn't feel like enough, no, not nearly. So she was going to pay for the motels. She also managed to slip three hundred in Canadian plastic money into one of the pockets of Angels backpack while nobody was looking to cover the cost of the tickets for the con for herself and Chris. Because, necessary.<br/><br/>She knew that Angel would never accept that sort of thing from her directly, but now, well, he had the money and that was that. Kinda. Sorta. The note wrapped around it that read, 'This is yours. Yes it is. No, it is. Don't you dare try to give this back. No. You are going to take it. Yes you are. Yup. You are. Really. Look, just accept it and spend it on something fun. Or else. No, don't ask me or else what, I have nothing to back that up, but you are going to take this and have fun. Or else.' in her admittedly slightly spidery hand. She had tried to be careful while writing it and it had come out neater than normal which was somewhat gratifying.<br/><br/>The border crossing had been fine for Chris and a little more bother for Angel and herself, they had been forced to apply for some kind of pre clearance thing and Angel had, had to get a visa, they were both taken out of the car and asked some extra questions, though the border guards were fairly nice about it and not at all confrontational, it took a bit of extra time.<br/><br/>Then Niagra!<br/><br/>They didn't have enough time. They had a few scant hours and there was the falls itself, the gorge, the cable car, the bird sanctuary, the horror museum, Ripleys Believe it of Not, arcades, the falls again and the butterfly conservatory. They had cut back to just the falls and the butterflies and had determined that if there was time they would do other stuff on the way back perhaps. Bailey had taken pictures. Oh yes she had. The shutter clicking on her Pentax SLR was a constant sound, with her using Angel as a shade against the bright sun to check the result and adjust settings regularly before trying again. She was learning, but it was going to be a long journey to camera setting bliss that was certain. They had taken lunch at the falls at a Tim Hortons where it turned out that spicy chicken was incredibly spicy chicken and a little too hot for Bailey who had passed her meal onto Angel and gone back to order something else.<br/><br/>The butterflies were, of course, amazing, though the place smelled of slightly off fruit due to the large amounts of, well, slightly off fruit left about the place to feed the creatures. The colours of the gentle little flitting things were beautiful and seeing them land on people and just hang out for a while... Bailey even let Angel handle the camera a few times so shots of her with a butterfly on her head, then two, could be immortalized on something better than a smartphone.<br/><br/>The wishing well had happened quite by accident and it was Baileys bouncing and smiling that had convinced the others that this was a good idea. She even volunteered to supply the coins, because she happened to have three brand new shiny loonies. She made a point of telling Chris and Angel each in turn "This is yours, I am giving it to you. So when you use it, the wish is yours and not mine." Because these sorts of things were important with wishes, she was quite certain. Her grandmother had been a white witch, magic ran in her family after all. At least so her dad would tell her. Really she had hardly known the woman as she had died when Bailey was about four, but it was a good story and her dad did seem to have the ability to buy warts from people. Something she herself claimed to have inherited.<br/><br/>The coins had dropped, each had silently made their implorations to the gods of wishes, whomever they might be, and had been on their way.<br/><br/>Soon they were driving on through southern Ontario, winding up through wine country with vines on either sides of the highway heading into the 'Golden Horseshoe' of the greater Toronto area for their target for the night, their hotel.<br/><br/>In theory their passes covered them for tonight as well as Friday, Saturday and Sunday, but it had been decided that bright and early on Friday was the best time to start and that by the time they arrived and settled it would be best to just turn in.<br/><br/>For now there was the road and the novelty of Canada and the sound of Bailey's shutter click from the back seat as they passed through unfamiliar towns and cities, St. Catherines, Grimsby, Hamilton, Oakville, Mississauga and finally Toronto! Where traffic slowed down from a crawl to a standstill as someone had done themselves a serious mischief on the Gardiner Expressway and taken several other cars with them. They were sat for nearly two hours in totally stalled traffic with only a Costco to look at while things were cleared ahead of them. Then things were moving again slowly and they found that the accident was about a mile and a half ahead and with one lane moving they were able to clear the jam and make it to the hotel in time to check in, take their bags to their rooms and collapse.<br/><br/>Bailey had insisted that though she had her own room, the connecting doors should be left open so they all had more space. She trusted the boys and this way she could ask for comments on her costumes before they headed down to the con the next day.<br/><br/>Her dreams that night had been strange, she didn't really remember them when she woke, but there was a fierce throbbing going on between her legs. Nibbling on her lip she found herself wishing she hadn't insisted about the doors. She couldn't do anything about the state the dream had imposed upon her.<br/><br/>Her alarm went off shortly after she woke up, The Orb's - Little Fluffy Clouds floating out of her phone, which she had placed on the other side of the room. Bailey bounced out of bed and snatched up the device, killed the alarm, noted she was the first up and ducked into the bathroom. She was still throbby, perhaps a little itchy? She closed the door and sat on the pot having dropped her panties and looked down as best she could, it looked normal down there as best as she could tell, but she really did feel odd. She explored herself with her fingers carefully, gasped, her clit was... Well, she could feel her pulse in it. Whatever she had been dreaming about must have been really good. She bit her tongue, moved her hands away, closed her legs, set about emptying her bladder and then went to look for her clean undergarments so she could take a shower.<br/><br/>Showering was good, it was always good, but this was really good. Especially good. In the shower she could get away with making the throbbing go away and not risk disturbing the boys. She came surprisingly quickly and she was still throbbing, she came a few times more, and was still throbbing, and the itchy feeling seemed to be a little worse. This was... Starting to worry her a little, and if anything her clit seemed to be bigger. She gave up on trying to take the feeling away, it wasn't working it just seemed to be making things worse, and set about towelling herself off and starting her day. Using the tiny hair drier on her flame red hair before slipping on a sports bra and dark purple boy shorts. She danced back into her room to the music in her head and slipped into some jeans and a t-shirt and went to see if the boys were up so they could breakfast together before dressing for the convention.