"I think," he said, pulling back into their driveway, and parking.<br/><br/>"I think...I'll kiss you, then," he said, taking the order of events intentionally literally, "so, even if I might be few seconds on either side of my target, can I kiss you, despite the fact that I haven't known you for an hour?" he asked.<br/><br/>He smiled, turning toward her. Michael imagined that her response meant that she'd had a far more liberal uprbringing than his own. He could practically hear his mother railing on about so-called easy women, and his own knowledge that in fact that every girl he considered worth knowing fell into just that category.<br/><br/>He had a kind of image in his head, that was the amalgamation of everything his parents hated, or at least as much as he could reasonably accomplish, and would want to, strangely enough it was that sort of sense that he ought to be ashamed, but wasn't, that made him all the more determined to find something in the out-of-the-ordinary, that would make him feel like his life wasn't a tacit assumption of his parents' values, and that could still make him happy.