Flashes of people and places went through her mind. Each on containing the man who had been jogging past her house. Sweaty bodies thrusting at each other, moaning, kissing, touching. It never ended until a 'Good morning' broke through the fog that clouded Angel's mind. It had taken a couple moments fot her fingers to stop working their magic and a deep shade of red to come across her face. The young woman wasn't much of an exhibitionist, but without the touch of a man in over a year her body would begin to react on its on to the point she couldn't control it.<br/>'Perhaps he hadn't seen or noticed what I was doing,' she hoped, waving at him. "Nice to see you!"<br/>In the two weeks that she had been in Gasmville, Angel had barely met anyone to get acquainted with. It seemed that he was used to the paper run, so it was safe to say she would see him again. With a sigh she walked down the path to her gate and stepped onto the sidewalk. A quick look back to the house showed Sky standing at the window, leash in mouth with puppy eyes, "Not today boy, tomorrow." Today she was going to stop at some night clubs, maybe a dancer or server would be needed. It was worth the shot.