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Angel packed her bags, trying to anticipate the change in temperature at her first destination. She was sick of this too small town, sick of awkward boys, sick of everything, and fed up with her beige life. She walked with direct and angry assurance, muttering,

"Beige! My whole life has been bland, boring, beige!"

She tossed slacks, dresses, heels, jeans, and a variety of tops into the suitcases, haphazardly, and then flung her bags into the hatch with a single thought: I've never been satisfied in my whole life, and I'm sick of pretending!

Her wheels laid rubber as she gunned the car onto the interstate, thinking, I need color, and I'll have it, damn it!

She drove blindly and, six hours later, found herself in St. Augustine without really knowing how she had gotten there.

She stopped for gas and stepped out of the car. Angel approached the station, with the breeze catching her long, blonde tresses, and several men stopped tending to their cars to stare hungrily. Angel knew she was beautiful. She had always known it.

Though she had pulled into the self-serve island, two men raced from the station, trying to be the first to offer assistance.

Angel smiled wickedly, and asked the first man to fill the tank, then turned to the second man, requesting that he show her to the ladies room.

She immediately learned his name was Davis, and looped her arm through his, as his eyes bulged, glued to her voluptuous breasts.

He managed to issue a warning about the importance of a woman being safe when traveling alone. Davis offered to check the Ladies Room "to make sure it was free of predators."

Angel thanked him kindly, playing along. She stood behind him as he pushed a key into the lock. He was obviously strong, muscular, and maybe just a few sandwiches short of a picnic; her exact type at the moment.

Davis struggled with the rusty lock as Angel took in her surroundings. The sky was bright and blue; the sun, a huge, yellow-gold orb, even the gas station sign was bright, lacquer red, but her specific interest was the renowned, haunted lighthouse in the distance.

She was enjoying the brilliant colors, and wanted more, thinking, even if I have to act like a dolt to get what I want!

Angel maneuvered to hold the door asking when his shift was over. He informed her that the first attendant was there to replace him for the night shift. Angel licked her lips.

"Listen," she said, "I'm new in town. Would you be willing to show me some sights," she asked innocently.

"Sure! What's your pleasure," he queried, not believing his good fortune.

Angel pointed into the distance saying, "What's that? Oh! Is it a lighthouse? Let's go there!"

Davis, still standing in the door to the restroom, eyed her up and down, knowing he could refuse this innocent beauty nothing.

"Of course," he said, cautioning about its haunted history, explaining that she should stay close to him, "just in case."

She cast her eyes to the ground feigning nervousness, "Maybe we shouldn't," she said softly, with mock fear.

"Oh no, Miss Angel, I'll protect you," he offered.

Angel suppressed a hungry grin and agreed to take him there.

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