She wasn't acting<em>mean</em>to him, per se, she just expected him to change her tire.<br/><br/>Able to walk faster than the boy on crutches, she strutted past him to give him a nice view of her ass in the tight jeans, but at least had the decency to wait for him at the door before entering his house.  Once inside, she asked if she should put on water for tea, as if she was a neighbor popping over for a visit in a house she was comfortable making herself at home in.<br/><br/>She smiled to herself as she heard him leaving a message to his presumed friend, and when he was off the phone, she engaged him in conversation as if nothing was amiss.<br/><br/><em><strong>"So, hi there.  I'm Jenna, what's your name, sweetie?"</strong></em>Licking her lips in what might have been construed as in a predatory manner.