The cheerful boyfriend paid the woman at the beauty salon counter and collected his girlfriend. "And when da hair start to grow, it may itch. No itch. Okay. No itch," the Cosmetologist warned.

"My soul jumped out of my body," said Brianna Harley, "I can't remember what happened exactly, but it looks gorgeous. Maybe, I'll let you take a peek in the car."

Keith with a smug look on his face, "Your nails look really good. But I feel classier when you put those flower designs on your nails."

"Beefcakkeee --- there's always a next time," Brianna assured him.

"I feel like everyone knows our parents around here. We should go to a seedy motel by the airport before the movies," Keith proclaimed.

"Once, I'm home on time for curfew we're fine. Otherwise, I could get grounded. And that's like 2-weekends without you," Brianna told him.

Keith answered, "No one has a curfew after 18. You're almost 20!"

"I live at home. And my mom pays for college. Her rules," Brianna informed her boyfriend.

"Community college for Liberal Arts isn't the same," replied Keith.

He continued, "We'll get a motel with hourly rates."

"That's so classy," Brianna was impressed.

"You'll carry my child and live under curfew," promised Keith.

"Keith, not yet. We better pull into a gas station for condoms. Get the kind for both our pleasures," explained Brianna.

He vowed to her, "I love you."

She kissed his cheek as he drove through Friday night traffic.