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 Angela's Present by pointless() any and all comments welcome and equally
appreciated.  enjoy.  codes: FF, rom, drugs, toys, age difference(slight)

   Zoey couldn't help but be happy as she sat in her bed with a young and
beautiful angel curled up beside her.  Hell, beautiful wasn't even the
right word to describe her after the weekend they'd just spent together. 
Zoey couldn't even begin to think of a word to fit her and the wonderful
things they'd shared over the last few days.  She actually had to resist
the urge to wake the young woman with a kiss and remind herself that she'd
earned her rest.  No, Zoey would just have to sit there and enjoy the
simple pleasure of gazing upon Angela's sleeping form until she awoke on
her own.

   Zoey really did feel that she owed the young woman a lot.  She'd given
her so much over the last few days and asked for so little in return. 
She'd helped her reawaken feelings Zoey had almost given up for dead over
the last year.  She'd helped her to remember just how wonderful could sex
could be when you shared it with someone you cared for and loved and she
did it all without even once asking for Zoey to return the favor.  Of
course, Zoey had done just that with both pleasure and zeal, but she hadn't
had to and that in and of itself was something special and rare.

   To think that Zoey had actually passed this all up on so many occasions
before was almost too much to bear.  Sure, she'd had her reasons, some
silly and some not so much, but after all that had happened between them
they all seemed so meaningless, so ridiculous that she'd actually
apologized for them several times over the course of their weekend together
only to have the apologies either politely laughed off or completely
ignored in favor of more shared pleasure that made Zoey completely forget
anything and everything that might bother her.

   The reasons were valid, though.  Well, some of them were.  Like the fact
that they worked together.  That was going to be hard come Tuesday when the
holiday was over and the restaurant they both worked at re-opened.  Not in
that awkward, one night stand kind of a way, but still she had a feeling
that she might have a hard time hiding the way she now felt towards her
young friend.  Not that it would be a big deal with anyone who counted
since her boss just wasn't the type to care about who was fucking who as
long as the customers were happy and no one was fucking around while they
were on the clock.  Even the more unimportant, but cattier members of the
wait staff that might care would eventually get over it.  They always did.

   There was also the fact that Zoey had a hard time thinking of Angela as
anything but that cute, young woman who lived down the hall who was willing
to watch her daughter for essentially pocket change.  Technically, Angela
was still that girl even now as she laid sleeping so peacefully in the nude
next to Zoey, but in most ways she really wasn't.  Sure, she still watched
Jennifer on occasion, but there was one big difference: She was no longer a
cute and seemingly innocent little fifteen year old, but instead she was
now a beautiful and very worldly nineteen year old who cursed like a
sailor, smoked